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Village head Zhao Yong was very enthusiastic and welcomed Liu Jun, Dumb and Mengting into the thatched cottage. Liu Jun briefly introduced his identities, Sanruan Zhonghua was rejected by Zhao Yongli, and Zhao Yongli smoked a hookah pipe filled with yellow tobacco Talk eloquently.

According to Zhao Yongli, his son died suddenly due to overwork when repairing the ditch in front of the village, and his daughter-in-law passed away early because of the grief of her husband's death, leaving behind a single seedling, the eight-year-old who lived with him His little grandson, named Zhao Xiaohu, went to the top of the mountain to hunt early.

"Old man, I came from the provincial capital. I brought some grain and oil to visit the villagers, to visit the old heroes of your generation." After listening to the introduction of Village Chief Zhao, Liu Jun remembered his hard-working childhood, and fell in love with him. The young Zhao Yongli respected them very much, and decided to put all the ten barrels of oil and ten bags of rice brought in the car at the village head's house and let Zhao Yongli distribute them to the villagers.

Zhao Yongli wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, thanked him repeatedly, and then said emotionally: "This barren mountain, the soil is not good, and nothing can be grown. The villagers all rely on digging some wild vegetables on the top of the mountain and hunting some small animals. The town government During the holidays, people will send people to bring some grain to the mountains to help, and the younger ones have gone to other provinces to work and never come back, and we old people guard the village and don’t want to leave.”

"Old man, I can understand that the homeland is hard to leave." Zhao Yongli's words once again touched Liu Jun's heartstrings. His father is not hard to leave the homeland. If he was not forced to leave his hometown by the village chief Xiao Fugui, his father must have refused Came to the provincial capital.

"You are all good people. The old bones in our village died guarding this mountain. Many villagers who died in the battle and the Eighth Route Army were buried on the other side of the mountain. There was a big battle here. Some people commented that it was The intensity was no less than that of the Battle of Taierzhuang. More than half of the men in the village died in the battle. More than 200 strong young men also killed more than 100 devils. The middle forehead is gone."

Zhao Yongli is getting old, and his speech is illogical, and he is babbling, but Liu Jun can hear that the village head Zhao is very familiar with the wars of the year, and expressed a wish to die, and he will die with the early years of the War of Resistance The topic of dead brothers being buried together is sad but admirable.

Liu Jun is very emotional, the greatest people's heroes are not in the bustling city, but in the almost forgotten barren mountains.

Mengting was very moved after listening to Zhao Yongli's stories about the Anti-Japanese War, so she proposed that she would support the ten poorest households in Tujia Mountain Village with [-] yuan each, and asked Village Chief Zhao to select ten households. Ueto donated in person.

"Girl, you have a good intention. The barren mountains are impassable to traffic. There are only old people and children in the village. No matter how much money you have, you will not be able to spend it. The young man like A Jun brought some rice oil, but it is useful. "

After Zhao Yongli finished his sentence, he looked troubled, faced Mengting, and said: "You want me to find out the ten poorest households, and I can tell you that the whole village is like me. We ran into it a long time ago. In ** society, everyone is proletariat. Except for non-communists and wives, everyone is extremely poor. Every household with a little rice oil comes evenly. If you want to be hungry, you will be hungry together. If you have something to eat, everyone will eat together and help each other. In short, everyone It's all the same."

Meng Ting wanted to say something, but was stopped by Liu Jun, and asked Meng Ting to take out 2000 yuan cash from her bag, put it solemnly in front of Zhao Yongli's desk, and said solemnly: "Old man, let's do it this way, and I won't bother you." Choose the poorest family, 2000 yuan will be given to you, this is RMB, with ** watermark, one hundred yuan a piece, if you want to put it in the city, you can buy a bag of [-] catties of rice, when the village head It’s more or less useful when building bridges in front of the ditch.”

When Zhao Yong heard about building a bridge, his eyes lit up, holding two stacks of hundred-yuan red notes in both hands, and sighed: "I wanted to build a bridge for a long time, but a few children fell from that single-plank bridge and drowned. I have been very sad, alas, the town government has said for many years to repair the bridge, but no one has come to repair it."

"That's it, human life is at stake, and the repair of the bridge is very important." Liu Jun turned around and asked the mute without hesitation, "Ali, how much cash did you bring?"

The mute gestured with his hand that he had fifty thousand cash tied on his waistband.

Liu Jun suddenly had an idea. He decided to build a bridge for the poor hometown of the civilian heroes who had fought against the Japanese War. He asked Zhao Yongli: "Old man, have you thought about what kind of bridge you want to build? How much will it cost?" Woolen cloth?"

Zhao Yongli put the 2000 yuan back on the table, tapped the hookah pipe on the corner of the table, knocked off the shredded tobacco, lit a small pile of yellow cigarettes, took a puff, looked at Liu Jun, and sighed. Said: "I asked the cadres in the town, and they said that the ditch is not too wide, and the budget for building a stone bridge is 3 yuan. Wages, that is, the town can’t even pay the wages of the cadres, and the bridge repair fee can’t be squeezed out.”

"Old man, if we donate 3 yuan to the township government to repair the bridge, can the bridge be repaired?" Meng Ting interjected immediately. She saw that the mute had brought 5 yuan in cash, and she was afraid that Liu Jun would donate 5 yuan on impulse. Yuan Lai, Lijun Company has just started, and there are many places to spend money. You need to spend what you should spend, and you can't spend what you shouldn't.

"Yes!" Zhao Yongli immediately stood up, looking at the portrait in the middle of the thatched cottage with an expression of admiration.

"Ali, use 3 yuan in cash to sponsor the villagers here to build a bridge." Liu Jun could also see what Mengting meant and didn't want him to spend more money.

In fact, Zhao Yongli was very kind and did not falsely report the construction cost of the bridge. When Liu Jun asked the mute how much cash he brought in front of Zhao Yongli, the mute made a clear gesture indicating that it was [-]. If Zhao Yongli said that it would cost [-] to build a bridge, Liu Jun has to give it all.

Dumb immediately untied his belt and took out 3 yuan in cash and handed it to Liu Jun. Dumb was very happy for Liu Jun to sponsor the villagers to repair the bridge. Before his death, his adoptive father confessed to being mute, asking him to help Liu Jun prosper all the way, and at the same time remind Liu Jun not to forget his duty as a human being.

Liu Jun took three 2000-yuan bills, stacked Mengting's 2000 yuan on the table, held it in front of Zhao Yongli with both hands, and said solemnly: "Old man, you and the people in the village are heroes of the War of Resistance, and the people will never forget you." Yours, it’s not that I can’t trust the local government, and I’m going around the trouble, I don’t pass the [-] yuan donated by the government, and hand it directly to you, the old man will use it, as long as it can repair the life-saving bridge.”

Zhao Yongli took the money, tears streaming down his face, and choked up: "Ah Jun, thank you, thank you. The 120-year-old man has shown his spirit. This life-saving bridge can finally be repaired."

"Old man, please show some kindness, it should be, don't get excited." Liu Jun stepped forward to help Zhao Yongli sit down, and said, "Old man, can you ask some villagers to go down the mountain to help carry ten bags of rice and ten barrels of oil?" Come up, the car can't drive up through the ditch."

"Okay, I'll call here." Zhao Yongli found a hemp rope and tied the 2000 yuan firmly, stuffed it into his chest, and tied it to his belt, for fear of losing it.

Keeping the money with him, Zhao Yongli found a broken gong, holding the gong in his left hand, and a stick in his right, excitedly walked out of the hut, and proudly said as he walked: "A Jun, I think back then, the old man found out that the Japanese devils had sneaked into the village in the middle of the night. At that time, this broken gong was used to remind the villagers to get up from the bed to fight the Japanese devils. However, this gong has not been struck for many years."

As soon as he walked out of the door of the thatched hut, he saw Zhao Yongli picking up a mallet and hitting the top of the mountain with a "boom, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang" on the mountain, and within a few tens of minutes, a very shocking scene appeared up.

With the sound of breaking gongs, suddenly, many elderly, gray-haired villagers appeared from the barren mountains and ridges, some with harpoons and shovels, some with axes and sickles, and some with shotguns and bows and arrows on their backs. Yes, the villagers, regardless of whether they could run or not, rushed towards Zhao Yongli's house in Tujia Mountain with weapons that could kill people.

"Haha, Ah Jun, you see. When the Japanese devils entered the village, the old man just knocked on the broken gong. The villagers were not afraid of death. The villagers from all villages surrounded a Japanese devil who sneaked into the mountain village. Went out."

Zhao Yongli and Liu Jun were talking, and the broken gong became more and more vigorous. Thinking back to the war in the past, Zhao Yongli was still like a young fighter, full of energy, as if he was about to fight the devils going up the mountain.

Looking at the elderly villagers rushing towards the mountain with murderous weapons all over the mountains and plains, Liu Jun's heart was completely shocked. With such a brave Chinese nation, it is no wonder that the Japanese devils did not lose when they invaded China. If you visit a shrine, you will end up humiliating yourself.

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