Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 539
At nine o'clock in the evening, the kerosene lamp was on in the house, and the light shot out from the open window and shone on Wangcai who was squatting at the base of the wall.

Xiao Wei had already flown onto the furry back, enjoying the silky treatment.

In the room, a group of people were chatting and laughing at the table, waiting for dinner.

Yang Xiaotao showed off his skills in front of the cooking table, and dishes that were not usually eaten were quickly cooked and served on the table.

This time Yang Xiaotao prepared two tables of food, one for men and one for women.

Originally, according to Yang Dazhuang's family, when they finished eating, they could just eat the rest.

But Yang Xiaotao didn't want Ran Qiuye to eat leftovers, so he increased the amount and made two servings.

Regarding this, several women praised Yang Xiaotao to Ran Qiuye, and compared him with their own, which made the men in the room very angry.

"Sparse rib soup, be careful it's hot!"

"Eggs fried with leeks, serve!"

"For this cold tomato, I need white sugar, it's from that bag, put less, don't be overwhelmed..."

Yang Xiaotao directed and finished his work for a while, then washed his hands and sat down at the table.

In the middle of the table are Grandpa Yang and Director Gao, next to Uncle Jiu, then Fatty Ding and Wang Xuyang, and behind them are Yang Dazhuang and Liu Yonghui.

Originally Yang Xiaotao was going to stand below, but Yang Shitou pushed him onto the kang, so he had to take off his shoes and sit down.

The dishes on the table were all hard dishes, which was specially arranged by Yang Xiaotao, since there was going to be bleeding, he couldn't be stingy.

Pork stir-fry, egg stir-fry, salted duck eggs, fried peanuts, and spicy pickles…

The aroma on the table made everyone see it and whet their appetites.

"Come on, let's have a drink first!"

Mr. Yang picked up the wine glass, and everyone followed, taking a sip together.

Putting down his wine glass, Fatty Ding spoke first before Gao Yufeng asked about the tractor.

When he finished talking about the meeting, the table was quiet.

Yang Xiaotao could see that the hearts of the people were heavy, and he also understood the pressure on their shoulders.

These days, farmers don't pay surplus grain, and their life is no worse than that of workers.

Especially if you plant the land and harvest by yourself, you can eat as much as you want.

In this day and age, how many villages have to dig wild vegetables after handing over the surplus grain all year round, and the farms have this kind of treatment, not to mention the whole country, even the villages around Sijiu City, one counts as one, and they are all jealous.

As for the higher-ups to arrange for people to come to reform through labor, no one cared about this.

The people who came must be people with ideological problems, and they just need to help reform.

"At the moment, it is necessary to ensure the smooth production of grain."

"No matter what the situation is, if we do our own thing well, it is the best support for the country's economic construction."

Gao Yufeng spoke, and everyone nodded.

But there was a fire in my heart, and there was a belief in my head, that is, to do this well and earn my breath.

Seeing this, Gao Yufeng changed the subject and started asking about the tractor.

Yang Xiaotao told everyone about the establishment of a tractor production workshop in the rolling mill, and also said that he had become the workshop director.

Although he had heard about it a long time ago, he was still happy for Yang Xiaotao when he heard that.

On the other side, Ran Qiuye and the others also paid attention to the situation here, and whispered again after hearing about it.

"Now mass production has started in the workshop, and the spare parts for Quancheng's support have also been finalized..."

The atmosphere on the table became lively, ask this one, ask that one, Yang Xiaotao will tell what he knows.

He also explained the role of the iron plow clearly, and he was even more excited after hearing it.

The few people ate half of it and drank a glass. Yang Xiaotao picked up the wine bottle and declared it to everyone.

Thinking about what to say, my nose felt sore, and my expression suddenly went into a trance.

Yang Xiaotao quickly lowered his head, picked up his wine glass, and under the puzzled eyes of everyone, he swallowed in one gulp.

After taking a sip of wine, the whole person becomes silent, the body adapts to the stamina brought by the alcohol, and finds a reason for himself to be sad.

Then it was filled again and ready to dry.

Several people were surprised, and Grandpa Yang snorted coldly, "Say what you have to say quickly, don't vent your anger with wine!"

"Big man, what can't you say?"

The whole house was silent.

At this time, only Mr. Yang dared to say that and scold him.

Yang Xiaotao lowered his head and spoke slowly.

"A few days ago, Factory Manager Wang from Quancheng came to the rolling mill, and I greeted him with the people in the factory..."

"It happened so suddenly."

His voice was low, trying to stay calm.

But several people present could feel Yang Xiaotao's suppressed sadness.

Ran Qiuye came to the side a little bit, his eyes were already red.

"Squad Leader Hao, it's just gone! He just entered the factory, and he's just gone!"

"In this world, how can good people not be rewarded!"

After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking, tears had already fallen on the table, and he was lying on his stomach as if drunk.

Tears rolled down Ran Qiuye's cheeks, standing beside Yang Xiaotao, caressing his back.

Liu Yonghui on the opposite side also looked sad.

The scholarly spirit has an air of emotion and elegy, which can resonate with Yang Xiaotao even more.

Yang Shitou sat aside. It's not that he has never heard of these things, but these years, they are rare.

The others at the table were silent.

They have experienced wars and seen too many such things. Their hearts have long been honed to form a protective film, which is tough and will not be easily touched.

Therefore, it is not surprising that they feel this kind of thing.

But for Yang Xiaotao, for people like Yang Shitou and Liu Yonghui, this was a spiritual shock.

砰

"Why are you crying!"

"In war, there is no one who is immortal!"

Grandpa Yang's eyes were red, his voice was trembling, but there was a sense of majesty bursting out!
The murderous aura that erupted in an instant made the whole room deserted.

This is a veteran who came out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"Or do you think that now that there is peace, life is stable, everything is fine, and the war is far away? Can you cry?"

Mr. Yang's tone became more serious, "Then you are wrong!"

"It's really going to be peaceful. Why did the old man leave with just one word? Why should we suffer this? Why have we occupied so much land and never returned it?"

"So many soldiers go to the frontier every year to fight. Their death is not death? You can't see the blood they bleed, but it doesn't mean there is no!"

"Why don't you shed tears for them?"

Mr. Yang cursed, his expression excited.

Yang Xiaotao wiped his eyes and looked at Grandpa, "Grandpa, I, I'm just."

"I just hate myself for hesitating."

"At that time, I was the closest. It should be me who rushed forward."

"As long as I act in time, maybe Squad Leader Hao won't die."

"But I hesitated, I"

Yang Xiaotao finally spoke his mind.

At that time, he was the closest to that person.

Others kept talking about how great Hao Ren was, but what set off this greatness was his hesitation.

Clenched fists.

These days, Yang Xiaotao thought a lot, a lot.

With his physical fitness far exceeding that of ordinary people, plus the distance there, his reaction should be the fastest at that time, rushing forward and kicking away, maybe no one will be injured or injured.

But he hesitated, he was afraid, so in Yang Xiaotao's heart, he always blamed himself.

Originally, he could bury it in his heart and never talk about it for the rest of his life, but it would be a burden that he couldn't let go of for the rest of his life.

Grandpa Yang saw Yang Xiaotao's struggle, but his eyes were filled with relief.

"Boy, remember, we have been fighting all our lives."

"Fight against braided soldiers, against bandit warlords, against devils, and finally against bald men, and in the future we will fight against those who dare to challenge us."

"How many people and how many Hao Ren fell down along the way, do you know? You don't know!"

"Do you feel that you are peaceful now, that your life is stable? Do you feel uncomfortable when you encounter such a thing? Is it useful?"

"It's useless!"

"I also want to tell you that as long as we are not strong enough to be looked up to and feared by others, this battle will not end!"

"This kind of uncomfortable thing happened in the past, it happens now, and it will not be less in the future."

"But what's the use of being uncomfortable? It's useless! It will only make the enemy feel happy and feel that the goal has been achieved!"

Mr. Yang's voice was not loud, but he could see clearly.

This world is like this, the heart of death will not die!

"You don't understand such a simple truth? It's a good thing you have read the book, so you can't understand such a little thing?"

Grandpa Yang suddenly became agitated, and sprayed Yang Xiaotao all over the face with saliva.

"People say that my son is dead, and my son is gone. When the time comes, you have to fuck me."

"You remember it for me, the seed of Yangjiazhuang is not bad!"

"If you can't die, you have to go!"

Grandpa Yang shouted, but everyone could understand the meaning of what he said.

When the father dies, the son goes on, and when the son is gone, it's your turn.

When it's not your turn, don't worry about it, just do your own thing.

When it's your turn, don't let your knees go soft.

Even if you die, you have to stand up straight and stand up.

Yang Xiaotao understood the meaning of the words, and Ran Qiuye was already wiping tears behind him.

She is not a flower in a greenhouse, and the haze of war also appeared in her childhood.

only……

Gao Yufeng looked at Yang Xiaotao's state, reached out to lift the wine glass, and stopped Mr. Yang.

"Old man, don't get excited, don't get excited!"

"Xiaotao's behavior shows that he is an excellent revolutionary comrade. Moreover, he is desperate to save others. This kind of spirit does not lose his identity!"

Then he looked at Yang Xiaotao again, "Xiaotao, my grandfather is right."

"If the country is to be strong and the nation is to rise, how can anyone sacrifice without bloodshed?"

"Then why do we rise? It is because of a belief in self-improvement and the courage to sacrifice!"

"We, people can die, but we can't lose our faith. Let alone give up on ourselves because of setbacks."

"The great man said, cross the river by feeling the stones. The road is found out bit by bit."

"I believe it. The moment Comrade Hao Ren rushed out, his conviction was firm, otherwise he wouldn't hesitate."

Grandpa Yang nodded, his tone softened a lot, "Director Gao is right, Grandpa will be happy if you can think of this!"

"Because my grandfather, he also entered a dead end."

"At the beginning, when we pulled out the bunker, we watched our companions rush up one by one."

"At that time, I was also asking myself, why not me?"

"Why wasn't I the one who rushed up?"

When the people around heard Grandpa's words, they all paid attention and listened carefully.

Yang Xiaotao also looked over.

Mr. Yang laughed, tears streaming down his wrinkles.

"Actually, those who rushed forward never cared about these things, and never blamed those who fell behind."

Said Mr. Yang looked at Yang Xiaotao seriously.

"Because they think it's worth it."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass with trembling hands, raised his head, and the wine turned into tears of lovesickness in his throat.

He misses those old brothers.

It's just that you can't cry, and you can't let the old brother laugh.

He wanted to laugh, and looked at the land he was desperately guarding with a smile.

He will continue to fight and protect this land forever.

Yang Xiaotao picked up his wine glass and also raised his head.

砰

The wine glass fell on the table.

At this moment, he understood that his life was no more noble than anyone else.

He just didn't finish his mission.

"Damn it!"

With a curse, he held back the tears in his eyes, and all the remorse and anger in his heart dissipated.

The more the enemy does not want him to do it, the more he will do it, and he will do it better.

He can't see those hidden enemies, but he will use another way to defeat them.

That is to make the country stronger and stronger and the people richer and richer.

And this method can destroy their will more than humane destruction.

When a gradually stronger country rises, it means that their hopes are wiped out.

It means that the beliefs that support them will be completely shattered.

Even if it takes five, ten, or twenty or thirty years for this day.

But with a little bit of catching up, you can catch up.

I have been working hard for thirty years, and I will look up and see you again!
(End of this chapter)