Fengcheng old events

Chapter 69 In this era, the name is also a sin (seeking genuine support)

The head of the group bowed his head and thought for a while, and said, "Call it Guixin. A little bit of autumn is strong, and ten miles of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. When the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, our new China was established, and it is the harvest season. I hope you will have more harvests in the future. Harvest a lot and contribute to the cause of communism together.”

The company commander gave a thumbs up: "Good name. Thank you, leader." After poking Liu Jinrong, Liu Jinrong was completely dumbfounded, and bowed: "Thank you, leader."

The head of the group shook his head and said: "When I was a child, there were many osmanthus trees in my hometown. In summer and autumn, there are large patches of osmanthus, which are really fragrant. I hope that the little girl can be as tenacious and fragrant as osmanthus.

Alright, don't praise me anymore, I just came to see the wounded soldier.Take good care of your wounds, the revolutionary work still needs you.The army will not forget your contribution, and if there are any difficulties, please bring them up. "

Zhang Qingzhi shook his head: "No, head."

The head of the regiment nodded and said, "Then take care of your injuries. Let's go." After saying something to the battalion commander, the two of them went out.

The company commander said: "The progress on our side was slower than that on the other side, and this happened again. The team leader is probably also angry."

The instructor said: "There are several kilometers between the two sides, and the water flow in the rock formations is different. There is no comparison."

The company commander shook his head: "Forget it, let's not talk about this, just obey the order. The third squad leader, you should take good care of your wounds, and let Comrade Liu and Liu Guixin come to me if you have something to do."

After going out with the instructor, the hygienist handed Liu Jinrong a small bottle of two hundred and two, and took a small bottle of purple syrup: "Put this on the wound on your body, and apply this purple if it festers, remember?"

Liu Jinrong nodded, the hygienist closed the medicine box and went out. When he reached the door, he turned his head and said, "The wound will be very itchy every few days. Don't let him scratch it. Don't scratch it. If you have something to do, go to the health team and call me."

Liu Jinrong nodded again.

Zhang Qingzhi said, "I'm hungry, do you have porridge?"

Liu Jinrong put the two hundred and two and the purple potion aside: "Yes, it's cold, why don't I go heat it up."

Zhang Qingzhi said: "No need, just take a few sips, I dare not chew."

Liu Jinrong fed Zhang Qingzhi porridge with a spoon, smashed the eggs inside with a spoon and let Zhang Qingzhi eat it together with the porridge.

"Are you in the house?" The old squad leader of the cooking class came in with a basin: "What do you want to eat? The porridge in the morning? Come and eat this, specially boiled, meat porridge, stewed eggs, and put the cold ones there. "

The old squad leader took out a few bowls from the basin and put them on the table: "This is the patient's meal. You don't have to cook for the next few days. Take good care of him, and we will send it over."

Liu Jinrong said: "Thank you, monitor." He came over and brought fresh warm meat porridge to Zhang Qingzhi.

The old squad leader said: "I took my life. You have to thank the soldiers in your squad. They went in and dug you out after their lives. Otherwise, it might be over. In the future, be more careful, be more careful in everything, and don't be hard-pressed. My life is my own. Alright, I’ll go back, and the bowls and chopsticks will be collected when the meal is delivered at night.”

Zhang Qingzhi asked, "What do Xiaozhuang and the others eat?"

The old squad leader walked out: "Just like you, you are sick, don't worry, no one will be left behind."

After eating half a bowl of porridge, Zhang Qingzhi said, "You are full, you can eat."

Liu Jinrong said, "Then you lie down for a while, and I'll go get some food."

Zhang Qingzhi said: "Isn't there? The old squad leader brought you a portion. Eat it. It's cold and you'll be blind for nothing."

Liu Jinrong sat down to eat, and put a mouthful of stewed eggs into her mouth. The smooth and fragrant feeling filled her mouth made her want to cry.The last time I ate this was ten years ago.

Zhang Qingzhi said: "When I get better, I will go to the regiment to get a certificate, and when I go back, I will help you change my household registration. If someone asks you in the future, just say that the name given by the regiment leader is not good, so don't mention it in the future." gone."

Liu Jinrong turned his head and asked, "Why?"

Zhang Qingzhi said: "Now is a new society, a proletarian socialist country. Your name is too bourgeois. Now is the time to wage war against all bourgeoisie. It's okay in the countryside, but someone has to criticize you in the city. , Trouble. Let’s call it Guixin, it sounds nice.”

Liu Jinrong was dubious, but nodded.

She didn't know, at this moment, how many people were convicted of crimes and fell into the vast ocean of the people's war. It was a trivial matter to be beaten and criticized. Some went bankrupt and went to prison for no reason. because of what.

In this way, Liu Jinrong survived in the barracks, took care of Zhang Qingzhi every day, and then helped the soldiers of the third class to wash clothes, sew and mend them.

More than ten days passed in a flash.

The stitches on Zhang Qingzhi's head wound have been removed, and a large scab has formed on his body, but he can't exercise yet, and he can't make large movements, which will easily tear the wound.He still can only sleep on his stomach like that, but he can already get up, and he only needs Liu Jinrong to help him to the toilet to pee.

"Itchy, ah, it's too itchy, please scratch it for me." Zhang Qingzhi sat there and twisted his body.

"Jen Ren, the hygienist said you can't scratch it. If you scratch it, it won't be good, and pus will come out."

"It's too itchy, I can't stand it, it's worse than pain."

"That's bearable, the itching is the growth of flesh, then it will be healed soon, if there is pus, it will be over, and you will have to suffer again."

Liu Jinrong patted Zhang Qingzhi's back lightly with his hand, and blew cool air to help him resist the itchy monster.

"I can't stand it. How about I rub against the wall? It should be fine through the clothes."

"No. You are an old man, you can't stand this thing? If you dare to touch me, I will ignore you in the future."

"Then you focus on the point."

These conversations happen several times a day.Itching is really more uncomfortable than pain, and even more unbearable.

The two were bickering because of this, Xiao Zhuang ran over, the injury on his head was almost healed, and his hands were still wrapped in gauze: "Squad leader, we have a new platoon leader, have you seen it?"

Zhang Qingzhi said: "No, where can I meet if I stay in this room every day?"

Xiao Zhuang said: "I heard that our class may be directly under the regiment."

Zhang Qingzhi said: "Bullshit. There is a company directly under it. I have never heard of a squad directly under it. There are platoons above. How far is it?"

Xiao Zhuang said: "The real squad leader, I heard, is going to put all the electricity in our regiment under our control, and we need to add people to form a large class."

Zhang Qingzhi thought for a while and said: "This is really possible. There are not enough assault squads, and there are too many electrician squads. Every battalion has them. Don't talk nonsense about this. If there is no order, there will be nothing. You don't know discipline? You study What's going on?"

Xiao Zhuang patted his chest: "Don't worry, monitor, there is nothing to say, I will definitely bring you back with a first prize."

(End of this chapter)