Several times in dreams

Chapter 122 The Dock
Meng Xianjun was pleasantly surprised to find that it was Zhang Lingyu and Li Menglong who came in, "Uncle! Lingyu, why are you here?"

There were still scattered snowflakes outside, and it was freezing cold, Meng Xianjun didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Xian! I came here by taking a bus and then a tractor. I happened to meet my uncle at the entrance of the village, and that's how I found your place to live."

Zhang Lingyu looked at the haggard Meng Xianjun, and she shed tears of distress.

"I came down the mountain with Shengli to see you, and I happened to meet Lingyu, come here, your sister-in-law made Tianma chicken soup for you, it's still hot, drink it quickly!"

Li Menglong was carrying a basket with a jar wrapped in a small bag, for fear that the road would get cold.

"Uncle! It's a world of ice and snow, it's not easy for you to go down the mountain, give it back to me..." Meng Xianjun looked at the white-haired Li Menglong, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

"Oh, Mr. Xian, you are a promising person. Seeing you suffer here, your sister-in-law and I feel very distressed, and I can't help you. Taking care of your body is better than anything else!"

Zhang Lingyu quickly took the jar from Li Menglong's hand, poured a bowl for Meng Xianjun, and handed it to him to drink.

Meng Xianjun has been in short supply for a long time, and he only eats some black-faced steamed buns or steamed buns every day. He hasn’t been touched by oil for more than a year. This bowl of sweet Tianma chicken soup makes him feel alive again. He eats it hungrily. I drank two bowls of soup.

At the end of the drink, grief came from her heart, and she couldn't help sobbing. Zhang Lingyu knew that he was depressed, full of grievances and had nowhere to say, but she was in her 50s, and her hair had already turned gray in the past year. They are about the same age.

Zhang Lingyu didn't know how to comfort her husband, but just silently wiped away his tears, but her own tears rolled down in clusters.

"Mr. Xian, Uncle knows that you feel wronged. You are humiliated and framed at such an age. No one can bear this matter!"

Li Menglong said slowly, "I was just a villager in the mountains all my life. I thought I had nothing to do with the world. I lived in the middle of the mountain with my family. I have always done good deeds and accumulated virtue. I have never harmed others. But look at the current world. , where is there any paradise?"

Meng Xianjun sighed, "Yes, uncle! The reason why I am sad is not just for myself. If it is just me, it is fine. Things will be cleared up one day. I am worried about us..."

"Hush!" Zhang Lingyu quickly looked out, "Old Meng, you still can't change your concern for the country and the people!"

"That's why, kid! It's because this is a big event that you should take good care of yourself. You must wait until the day when the clouds are cleared!"

Meng Xianjun nodded solemnly, "Uncle, I understand what you mean, I will cheer up!"

From that day on, in addition to writing appeal materials, Meng Xianjun secretly started exercising after completing the work of cooperating with Shengli.

His legs and feet were bad and he couldn’t walk much. Meng Xianjun asked Shengli to find two stone mortars of similar size, and used them as dumbbells for nothing. Push-ups and sit-ups are also homework for daily practice. People in their 50s have pimples all over their body. Meat.

Summer is here, and Meng Xianjun went swimming in the reservoir under the protection of Shengli. He was out of breath after swimming a few meters at first, and he persisted every day. Later, the two of them were able to swim back and forth from one side of the reservoir to the other side twice.

As the days went by, Meng Xianjun's body gradually became stronger, and he was full of confidence in the future
In the autumn of 1968, Chen Wenjing almost died.

Two years ago, Zheng Xizi gave birth to her youngest son Xuejun. The arrival of this little life made the family already on the verge of poverty even worse.

A family of seven is waiting to eat with their mouths open, and the job is gone. Wouldn't the whole family starve to death?

There was no way, Wen Jing led Xuewu and Xuemin to work as a stevedore at the canal wharf a hundred miles away, and made money as a coolie.

Xuezhen and Xueqin help their mother to take care of their younger brother at home. Xuezhen, 13, is now the main force in housework. She is good at doing laundry and cooking. Xueqin, [-], is Xuezhen’s good helper. When he was young, Xueqin hugged Xuejun, coaxed him to play and fed him.

Zheng Xizi was leisurely and contented, he didn't know when he started smoking tobacco leaves, but the good ones couldn't afford them, so he went to the market to collect the leftover shredded tobacco leaves from other people's sales.

Zheng Xizi casually tore up a piece of paper, rolled the shredded tobacco leaves, and began to puff. Seeing her two daughters busy at home, doing the work that should belong to her, Zheng Xizi not only did not feel guilty, but was complacent. There are many children, and there will always be someone to do the work at a certain time.

Every time he thought of this, Zheng Xizi grinned and smiled to himself, showing his yellow teeth.

It is not easy to work as a coolie. A sack weighs a hundred catties. Both Xuewu and Xuemin are in their teens. They lack food and drink since they were young. They are not tall. They can't lift a sack. Naturally, there are very few wages for moving small items.

Although Chen Wenjing is in good health, he is still 40 years old after all. He carried a hundred-jin sack on his body, and his legs trembled.

The father and son worked together for two years. In Chen Wenjing's words, they really gritted their teeth and persisted.

In the autumn of this year, Chen Wenjing had a bad stomach the day before, ran to the toilet seven or eight times overnight, and felt top-heavy when he woke up in the morning. He had already learned martial arts, and he was more sensible than Xuemin. He advised his father to rest at a temporary place, and he and Xuemin could just go .

Where can Chen Wenjing rest assured?He tried his best to say that he was fine, and insisted on carrying the bag with him, but Xuewu couldn't hold him back, so the three of them went to the pier together.

After carrying Wen Jing for a while, he felt weak under his feet and trembling all over. After resting under the tree for a while, he felt relieved and joined the team carrying the bag again.

As soon as the sack was delivered to his shoulders, Chen Wenjing's heart beat like a drum. He didn't know well, and wanted to find someone to help put the sack down, but before he could open his mouth, his eyes went dark, and he fell backwards with the sack together. canal!
"Someone fell into the water! Someone fell into the water!" Everyone panicked, no one knew the water, and they all shouted and looked around at the pier.

Xuewu and Xuemin were so anxious that they jumped down to save their father, but they didn't care about their own ignorance of water skills. In an emergency, they saw a person jump off the boat and plunge into the water!
Someone recognized him as the owner of the ship, and it was a long time since they floated up. Everyone was talking about it, and it was unpredictable for a while.

Xuewu was jumping up and down anxiously, Xuemin had already started to cry, just when everyone was desperate, he saw the water splashing, and the boat boss floated up with Chen Wenjing, who was already unconscious, under his armpit.

When they came ashore, the boat owner put Chen Wenjing on the pier, half-kneeled himself, put Chen Wenjing's abdomen on his legs, with his head drooping, and poured water by pressing down on his back.

A lot of water was spit out, but Chen Wenjing still didn't open his eyes. The boat owner lifted Chen Wenjing's chin, pinched his nostrils, took a deep breath, and then slowly blew air into his mouth.

Then relax his nostrils and press his chest with one hand to help exhale. Repeatedly and rhythmically, several minutes passed, but Chen Wenjing still did not respond.

The boat owner shook his head and stood up, "I'm dying!"

Xuewu and Xuemin rushed over, knelt down at the boat owner's feet, kowtowed, "Master! Please save my father again!"

The boat owner pushed them away!

Xuewu threw himself on Chen Wenjing and burst into tears, shaking him vigorously!
Sudden!Chen Wenjing woke up from choking, lying on the pier panting loudly!

　Jinzi, in Shandong dialect, means aunt.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)