The heavens start from Changjin Lake

"Why are you going to be a soldier? There is no war now. Now you go to the army and just ask people to gossip." The old father lit a dry cigarette and his thoughts were simple, "You can go when the war comes."

Xia Yuan didn't speak and ate the food in silence.

In 1950, not long after the War of Liberation ended, New China had just been established, and the people of the country were united.

The country should carry out appropriate military support activities.

On February 2, the "Daily Daily" published an editorial "Launching the Spring Festival Support for the Army Movement", calling on local leaders and people to voluntarily express condolences to the People's Liberation Army troops, so as to improve the social status of martyrs and military dependents, and form a caring and respectful attitude towards martyrs. , the new trend among military families.

The government and people's organizations expressed condolences to the garrisoned troops, condolences to the families of martyrs, and solicited their opinions on organizing production.

Citizens were mobilized to write condolence letters to the People's Liberation Army, and military families were called on to write letters to the front line to encourage the front line to fight bravely against the enemy.

Invite literary and artistic groups to perform entertainment for the families of fallen soldiers to express their condolences.

All scenic spots and parks are open to the families of martyrs free of charge.

Provide in-kind subsidies to the families of impoverished martyrs.

Northern Beijing has allocated 44 kilograms of preferential grain for distribution to various districts as production funds and Spring Festival subsidies for the families of military martyrs.

Jintian established a committee to support the army and love the people.

Decision: Depending on the area where the troops are stationed, a military-government-civilian get-together will be held, and celebration activities will be held, including presenting flags to the garrison, celebrating the merits and good news to the families of the heroes, and presenting glory plaques to the martyrs' families.

A meeting of representatives of military families was convened to express condolences and report on the special care work and production work experience.

An honorary military symposium was held to express condolences and review the work of organizing production.

We express condolences to the families of martyrs and retired soldiers, send Spring Festival gifts, and give 1 catty of meat and 2 catties of noodles to each of the poor military family members. Organize a condolence team to visit the sick and wounded in the garrison and army hospitals, and launch a campaign to write condolence letters. The troops stationed in Jintian also proposed that the troops visit various agencies and groups in the city during the Spring Festival, socialize with workers and students, and hold a photo exhibition of military life.

The mayor and deputy mayor of Shanghai sent New Year cards to congratulate the Spring Festival. Each district held military-civilian get-togethers and symposiums, and paid condolences to nearby garrisoned troops and honorary soldiers; workers also organized condolence teams.

In Jinling, a party attended by more than 3000 people from all walks of life in the city was held to support the troops and their families, and presented flags to the army, navy and air forces stationed in Nanjing.

In Hangzhou, women made a lot of "supporting the army shoes" and beat gongs and drums and sent them to the city government for transfer to the front line, with words such as "Strive to kill the enemy", "Love the people" and "Support the army" written on them.

Citizens of Daoqing carried out a "letter campaign" to express condolences to the People's Liberation Army, and women made "condolence bags" to send to the garrison.

Workers at Hanwu Cotton Mill took the initiative to donate one hour of overtime wages to express condolences to the People's Liberation Army.

The Qingchong Labor Movement Committee received 1.3 million yuan from the labor force, 300 banners, 2.35 towels and many other gifts. Representatives from all walks of life held a gift ceremony in the city government.

All over the country responded, holding military-civilian evening parties, calling on the people, holding colorful artistic performances, calling on students, making New Year's cards, and providing material comfort to the families of impoverished martyrs. Farming teams were organized in rural areas to help the families of martyrs solve their production difficulties and send their children to school for free.

Carry out colorful, healthy and progressive cultural activities with the main content of supporting the military and giving priority to their families.

The "Medium-Speed ​​Friendship, Alliance and Mutual Assistance Treaty", the Spring Festival, and the support of the army have united the people of the country, including towns large and small, and even small villages in the mountains.

Early tomorrow morning, the village chief will take the women and men in the village to the town. Not only will there be a rally, but there will also be a large-scale military-civilian party. If it hadn't been for the New Year's Eve tonight, a large number of people would have rushed to the town early. Went up and waited.

Listening to his father's words, Xia Yuan silently ate the stir-fried pork. As he ate, he noticed a strong urge to urinate. He put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "I'm going to use the toilet."

When he opened the door, snowflakes fell from the sky, and Xia Yuan heard more sounds.

"It's so cold. Are all the folks sleeping?"

"On New Year's Eve, you probably haven't slept yet."

"miss home?"

"Think about it, why don't you miss home? No matter how homesick you are, you have to endure it. We are seeking happiness for families all over the country."

Xia Yuan walked outside the fence and saw a shocking scene. On the streets of a small village, soldiers holding guns were lying in a queue far and wide.

In the lamplight and under the starlight, the soldiers snored one after another, their bodies were covered with frost and flowers, some were mumbling in their sleep, and their souls were still in the smoke of the beacon fire.

In the spring of 1950, the 38th Army made a triumphal march north from Liuzhou, Xiguang, and rested near Xinyang, Nanhe.

When the 335th Regiment came to the Hengchuan area, it was on the eve of the Spring Festival. The first Spring Festival after the birth of New China brought infinite joy and happiness to the people. The peaceful and prosperous age they had dreamed of for many years was coming. In order not to disturb the masses, During the family reunion on New Year's Eve, the soldiers of the 335th Regiment opened their backpacks and camped outside the house.

Xia Yuan was still underage. He did not have a tall body and looked a little young. A wrinkled old soldier saw Xia Yuan and whispered: "Hey, little guy, come here."

Xia Yuan stared at him: "What's wrong?"

The old soldier stretched out his fist and handed it to Xia Yuan: "Guess what's inside?"

Xia Yuan shook his head: "I don't know."

The old soldier turned over his fist and opened his palm, "Candy, here, I'll give it to you, but you have to promise me not to make any noise."

A smile appeared on Xia Yuan's face. He was treating himself like a child. He nodded and said in agreement: "No problem."

Grabbing the candy and squatting on the ground, Xia Yuan asked: "Can I join the army?"

The soldier on the side listened and said with a smile: "Big Liu started to coax the children again."

The old soldier kicked him and said, "Fuck you, this is called coaxing. Our instructor said not to alarm the masses."

He turned his head and looked at Xia Yuan: "Why do you want to join the army? This is a peaceful era, and the enemies have been beaten away."

"In the past, joining the army was to drive away enemies and create a peaceful life. Now, joining the army is to build the motherland." Xia Yuan looked serious.

Hu Shunchun, captain of the veteran training team of the 335th Regiment and political instructor, came over and happened to hear Xia Yuan's words. He did not expect that in this mountain village, this child's ideological consciousness would be so high.

"Instructor!"

The soldiers lying on the ground wanted to get up. Hu Shunchun comforted them and squatted on the ground, "Which family are you a child from? Have you ever gone to school before?"

Xia Yuan shook his head: "I haven't gone to school. New China has just been established, the enemies have just been defeated, and our lives have just settled down. How can we go to school?"

"Then how do you know this?" Hu Shunchun asked curiously.

Many soldiers don't have an ideological consciousness like Xia Yuan's.

"It's very simple. The reason why we can spend the Spring Festival safely now is all created by you with your hands. This peaceful and prosperous era is all earned by you with your lives." Xia Yuan had a smile on his face, and his words spoke to For people today, it is simply a dimensionality reduction attack. "After the founding of New China, our house collapsed. An uncle from the People's Liberation Army came to help us build a house. The house was built by the uncle from the People's Liberation Army. In the future, if the motherland needs it, the uncle from the People's Liberation Army will also build it." Motherland, I want to join the army and build the motherland with you."

Xia Yuan's words touched their hearts.

As an instructor, Hu Shunchun often has to mobilize the thoughts of the soldiers. They don't understand many truths, so he needs to explain them to them in an easy-to-understand way.

"This kid is good." Hu Shunchun said with emotion: "I am really happy that the masses can have such thoughts. Where are your adults?"

"In the house."

"I want to thank your father for raising such an outstanding child like you, but we can't accept you."

Xia Yuan was a little curious and asked, "Why?"

"Joining the army is not a child's play. We can't make the decision unless we need someone." Hu Shunchun rubbed Xia Yuan's head and said, "Go quickly, it's too cold outside."

Xia Yuan said nothing. The Spring Festival has just passed, there are still six months until the outbreak of the Korean War, and there are still ten months before the dispatch of troops to North Korea.

After sending troops to Korea, more and more soldiers returned home.

At the same time, recruitment across the country will also begin.

I'm not in a hurry right now.

The noise outside still alarmed the villagers in the village. When they saw their team sleeping under the eaves and in the courtyard, they couldn't help being shocked and pitiful. They said with red eyes: "Quickly enter the house, how can we let the benefactor who saves the suffering people sleep in the courtyard?"

The villagers grabbed their arms, grabbed their luggage, and ushered the soldiers home.

The old father and mother ran outside and saw the soldiers sleeping on the road. They pulled Hu Shunchun home.

"You are all the founding heroes of the country. How can I let you sleep on the street as distinguished guests welcomed on the first day of the new year? Come in quickly."

"We are not the founding heroes of the country. We will always be soldiers of the people."

The eyes of the old father and mother were red, and the second sister secretly wiped away tears.

Xia Yuan sighed, it was such a simple era.

Unable to resist the enthusiasm of his old father and mother, Hu Shunchun said to the old soldier: "Old Liu, leave some meat and find a place to put it, and leave some money by the way."

"Hey."

The elder Liu Ying came down.

Hu Shunchun chatted with his old father and mother for a while, then brought the topic to Xia Yuan: "How old is the child this year?"

The old father said: "I'm sixteen."

Hu Shunchun liked Xia Yuan's character, especially his ideological consciousness, and said with emotion: "Brother, you have taught a good son."

The old father was confused as to how he could teach a good son.

Hu Shunchun didn't say much.

An idea flashed across the old father's mind. He took Hu Shunchun's hand and called Xia Yuan who was squatting at the door: "Brother, I am a few years older than you. My son wants to join the army. He doesn't think about tea or food."

Hu Shunchun liked Xia Yuan, but he couldn't make the decision in this matter.

"Brother, now that the war is over, you can let him stay at home and provide for your two elders."

The old father still has a certain ideological consciousness: "My mother-in-law and I can support ourselves in old age, but we cannot delay building the motherland. Besides, after the motherland is built, the motherland will take care of us."

Xia Yuan secretly gave his old father a thumbs up. It seemed that his old father was not just a farmer.

If you think about it carefully, most of the people who can be invited by the old village chief to support the army have some level of education.

Old father, it seems that he went to a private school a long time ago.

Hu Shunchun lamented that he finally understood why Xia Yuan's ideological consciousness was so high at such a young age. Like father, like son, his father's ideological consciousness was like this, how could his son's ideological consciousness be so different?

He also realized that my brother must have gone to school before.

It is definitely not ordinary people who can have such ideological awareness.

The old father continued: "This kid has no other ideas. Brother, just let him follow. Don't be afraid of getting tired. He is very diligent when doing farm work. Just use him hard."

Hu Shunchun hesitated.

Xia Yuan spoke, "I can shoot, and I can shoot very accurately."

The old father slapped Xia Yuan, "You brat, what are you talking about!"

Xia Yuan frowned and said: "Really, I can shoot accurately, three hundred meters, wherever you point me, and I can throw stones accurately, one hundred meters, I will throw whatever you ask me to, and I will never throw it." Bias."

"Hey, this kid is so powerful." Hu Shunchun did not take Xia Yuan's words seriously and said to his old father: "Brother, I like your son very much, but I really can't make the decision in this matter."

Hu Shunchun seemed very hesitant. Xia Yuan seemed to be a good prospect, but recruiting soldiers was indeed beyond his control.

If it was during the war years, there would not be enough people in the team at that time. Wherever we went, there would be no one to join the army, and they would go to war with them.

It doesn’t work anymore. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, there is also a set of procedures for recruiting soldiers into the army.

What I didn't expect was when they left the next day.

The old father called Xia Yuan aside and asked him: "Do you really want to be a soldier?"

Xia Yuan nodded decisively: "Yes."

The old father said: "Being a soldier is honorable. I don't want you to make an impulsive decision."

Xia Yuan shook his head: "Father, I never made an impulsive decision."

The old father looked at his son for a long time and said with emotion: "My son has grown up."

Xia Yuan heard something behind his old father's words, but he didn't say much.

Xia Yuan left on the first day of the Lunar New Year. His old father prepared some dry food for him, packed it with him, and sat at the gate, smoking a dry cigarette.

He had many thoughts.

"If I hadn't traveled through time, I might have stayed at home."

Xia Yuan didn't quite understand at the moment, where did his original body go after the system allowed him to travel through time.

Perhaps the original body was also silently accepting everything.

Xia Yuan kowtowed three times in front of the village and followed the crowd going to the market and walked towards the town.

In the 50s, most people going to the market pushed wheelbarrows made of wood, or craftsmen made flatbed carts, tied them to their shoulders with a rope, and pulled the whole family to the market.

At the beginning of spring, a military-civilian gathering was held in the town. All nearby villages, large and small, gathered towards the town. At least more than 10,000 people came, completely surrounding the town.

Xia Yuan came to the town with dry food. When he saw the prosperous times in front of him, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

Some villagers hung a sheep on a wooden stick, and some brought cabbage, radish, steamed buns, and sorghum rice from the vegetable field.

Everyone put on new clothes, with happy smiles on their faces.

Lectures, entertainment parties, parties, condolences, etc. were held in full swing. The families of the martyrs smiled and laughed, and tears rolled down their faces.

In the past, when the Kuomintang recruited troops, it was to arrest people and ignore them when they died. Many people even died not at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of their own people.

On the other hand, for the Red Party, their relatives died on the battlefield, and they thought they would be like the Kuomintang, with hundreds of people dying, but they did not expect that the country would actually remember them.

Not only food and gifts were sent, but also money.