The old man and the little boy tried their best to suck the milk. It was already winter, and white mist came out of their foreheads. The cart bounced in the big pit, but in the end they stayed on very stubbornly.
In a big pit.
"Stop!" Duan Zetao shouted, jumped out of the car before the car stopped, strode towards the old man and the little boy, got directly on the back seat of the car, and gave the old man a hard lift.
The uncle felt a light on his shoulders, and the cart finally left the big pit and returned to the right road.
When Zhou Junlong and Feng Jinbo saw Duan Zetao get out of the car, they quickly followed him and prepared to go over to help. However, they saw Duan Zetao waving to them with his hands behind his back, indicating that they did not need to go over, so they had to let Hu Tielong slowly drive the car and follow from a distance.
Later, I felt more respect for Duan Zetao in my heart. There was no one else here and there was no need to put on a show. It can be seen that Duan Zetao's behavior of helping others was completely spontaneous and he was a good governor who truly loved the people like his own son.
The old man looked back in surprise and saw Duan Zetao and Zhou, Feng and the off-road vehicle following far behind. His eyes flashed, and he quickly returned to normal. He raised his white beard and said calmly: "Young man
,Thank you!", then turned to the little boy and said: "Zhuzi, why don't you thank uncle! If it hadn't been for him today, we would have been blinded!".
The little boy named Zhuzhu smiled honestly at Duan Zetao, showing his neat white teeth, and said with a tiger's head: "Thank you, uncle!" Duan Zetao also caught the sharp blade-like glint in the old man's eyes, and felt a little in his heart.
Confused, such sharp eyes should not appear on such an old mountain village man. This old man is definitely not an ordinary person!
But there was a calm smile on his face and he said: "You're welcome! Old man, how old are you this year?! Do you live near here?!...".
Before the old man could answer, Zhuzi had already rushed to answer: "My grandfather is eighty-five this year, and our home is in front of Xiejia'ao, which is still more than ten miles away from here!...".
Duan Zetao was even more surprised. Although this old man had gray hair and a face full of grooves, he had a ruddy complexion, a straight waist, steady steps, and thick and powerful arms. He was not at all like an old man in his eighties. He was surprised and said: "Really
I can’t tell, old man, you have such a strong body. It doesn’t look like you are eighty-five years old at all. At your age, you should be enjoying happiness at home, why are you still working out?!..."
The old man replied calmly: "People in the mountains are used to it. It's uncomfortable for the bones in the body to be motionless all day long. Besides, my son and his wife have gone out to work. My old lady got a serious illness last year and passed away first. I'm the only one left at home."
We are dependent on this grandson, what if we don’t work?!...".
The pillar then rushed to present the treasure and said: "My grandfather was an anti-Japanese hero. When he was young, he joined the guerrillas and killed many Japanese. My grandfather also taught me how to practice boxing. It was amazing!..." He waved his little fist to show off.
A few times, it seemed like the same thing.
Duan Zetao was in awe. No wonder this old man had such sharp eyes. He turned out to be an anti-Japanese hero. He came through a hail of bullets. He said in reverence: "Turns out he is an old hero. How disrespectful!...".
The old man smiled faintly, "They are all old men, they are not worth mentioning! Young man, thank you just now. You are busy, so I won't delay you. Just continue on your way...", after saying that, he turned to
Zhu Zhu said with a straight face: "Just
You talk a lot, if you don’t hurry up and push the cart, you won’t be able to get home when it gets dark!..." After saying that, he ignored Duan Zetao and bent over to pull up the cart again. The pillar stuck out his tongue playfully and said,
He stopped talking and started pushing the car.
Duan Zetao was confused again. Normally, he had just helped this old man, so he should have a good impression of him, but why did he seem to be very wary of him?! He smiled and said: "I also came here to play in the mountains, it's nothing.
Let me help you with the matter!..."
It was very uncomfortable to walk on this bad road, let alone tow a cart full of sorghum stalks. Duan Zetao practiced boxing every day, but he could hold on. He turned his head to the side and saw that the pillar on the side was a little out of breath, and his little face was flushed.
He was very cute, so he reached out and gently touched his little head and asked: "Your name is Zhuzhu, how old are you this year?! What grade are you in?! What do you want to do when you grow up?!...".
Zhuzi replied calmly: "I am twelve years old and in the fifth grade of elementary school. When I grow up, I want to be a member of the People's Liberation Army. Like my grandfather, I kill the Japanese! Be a hero!..."
Duan Zetao laughed, patted Xiao Zhuzi's little head, gave a thumbs up and said: "Well done Zhuzi! You are ambitious, but now is the age of peace, and you don't need to kill the Japanese for the time being. You have to
When a hero defends his family and country, in addition to having a strong body, he must also study hard. Only by mastering scientific knowledge can he contribute to the motherland when he grows up! How are your academic performance?!..."
Mentioning his academic performance, Zhuzi blushed a little, rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, laughed, and said sheepishly: "It's not very good, but uncle, I will definitely work hard, study hard, and make progress every day!...".
Duan Zetao smiled and nodded, and then asked: "Zhuzi, why are you pulling these sorghum poles?! And they have gone so far?!...".
"Let's pull these sorghum stalks back to burn the kang. Dried sorghum stalks are easier to catch fire, they don't smoke much when burning, and they still smell fragrant..." Xiaozhu replied sensibly.
Duan Zetao was surprised and asked: "Don't you produce coal here? It should be very convenient to burn coal?! Why do you have to burn dry sorghum stalks?!...".
Just as Xiao Zhuzhu was about to answer, the old man who had been pulling the cart silently in front suddenly coughed dryly, straightened up, and said in a deep voice: "Young man, I know you are not a tourist, but a government official, so don't try this.
Children are talking, we don’t know anything, the road ahead is easier than this, there are no big pits, so why don’t you help us push the cart!..."
Hearing that Duan Zetao was an official, Xiaozhu, who had always been friendly to Duan Zetao, changed his face. He pushed Duan Zetao's hand away, glared at Duan Zetao and said angrily: "Don't touch me, grandpa said, when
There is no good person in the officialdom!...".
Duan Zetao was shocked. He had not revealed his identity. Why would the old man conclude that he was an official? Why would this old anti-Japanese hero who had defended the motherland with his own flesh and blood be so disgusted and resistant to government officials?