In Lijia Village, Li Yaozu was patrolling the fields with Li San, hands behind his back, like a general patrolling his territory, and his soldiers were the endless green wheat seedlings;
What can make him feel at ease now is the land and crops. If you plant wheat seeds in winter, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will be able to harvest golden wheat next year.
The land never owes anything to those who put in the effort. As for the son, forget it!
When you grow up, you fly...
"Young man, this bastard is the most heartless. Since the last time he came back to take away my 10,000 silver dollars, he has not been heard from again, let alone come home!
This bastard, the third boy, is even worse. He has been out for two years without even a single letter. He doesn’t even know when I will die!
The second boy will be a militiaman..."
The tree has many old roots, and the man has many old words. Now even the old woman doesn’t want to listen to his chatter;
She walked on her small feet all day long and mingled with the big-footed women in the village's Women's Rescue Association, without fear of humiliating her family. When she was young, she was a well-known lady.
Thinking of this, the old man let out a long sigh:
"Oh, Mai, things are going to change!"
Li San, who had been standing behind Li Yaozu like a clay sculpture, suddenly shouted in surprise:
"Master, master, there are two Eighth Route Army soldiers here, a man and a woman. They look a bit like the Third Young Master!
I can’t be wrong! "
I have to say that Li San's eyes are almost perfect. We haven't seen him for two years and we are dozens of meters away. His eyesight is really hard to say.
Li Yaozu didn't seem to hear what Li San said at all, because he didn't believe it was true at all, and he was afraid that he would wake up as soon as he spoke...
He just turned around tremblingly and looked at the blurry figure walking towards him in the distance. Although his eyesight was not as good as Li San's, he was sure that the blurry figure was the three words he had recited countless times. boy
"This heartless one!"
He just cursed in his heart. He didn't dare to speak for fear of waking up...
Until Li Chenxi walked to him and knelt down silently, a line of muddy tears flowed from Li Yaozu's eyes.
"Dad, my child is unfilial and I have come back to see you!"
The voice that appeared in dreams countless times, this time Li Yaozu was finally sure that it was not in a dream
Li Yaozu suddenly raised the crutch in his hand, raised it high, slashed it down hard, paused in the air, landed gently on Li Chenxi's broad shoulder, and cursed:
"You stupid boy, you still know how to come back from the dead..."
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"Mom, the third child is back, and he brought a beautiful girl with him. He is waiting in the main room. He is hungry and said he wants to eat the noodles you made!"
The old lady with little feet couldn't believe her ears at first, thinking that the second boy was making her happy again. After asking the second boy two more times, she was finally sure that she heard correctly, the third boy was back!
The old lady hurried home with her little legs. Li Chennan was so frightened that he escorted her all the way, for fear that she would fall.
The old lady ran to the door of her house and stopped. She patted the dust on her body with both hands, pulled the corners of her clothes, and then entered the house gracefully with her little feet.
In front of the three boys and outsiders, we still have to maintain our ladylike appearance, but our steps are still a little longer than usual.
"mother……"
"You're back? Just come back! Mom will make some noodles for you!"
Even though there were all kinds of joy and words, they finally turned into a simple conversation, as if the son had never been far away. When the son was hungry, the mother went to make him noodles. It was that simple!
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After two years, Li Chenxi ate the noodles made by her mother again, and the taste was still familiar.
"mother!"
The old lady handed over a few chubby cloves of garlic that had been peeled cleanly. Li Chenxi took them as before, and did not stuff them into his mouth as the old lady expected;
Instead, he handed half of it to the pretty girl next to him, and then stuffed it into his mouth.
"Mom, you are so excited!"
The old lady's face instantly burst into laughter.
"The third boy is still the same as before. Just like his two brothers, he always eats garlic when eating noodles. He hasn't changed at all;
I just feel sorry for my wife, this guy has a good eye, unlike his father! "
"This girl is handsome, but this brat is quite discerning in this regard. It's up to him to do that!!"
The old lady looked at Hu Jingwen, who was dressed in Eighth Route Army uniform and sitting pretty eating noodles, as if she had seen herself decades ago, her eyes full of joy.
Li Yaozu turned away disdainfully, pretending he didn't see it, and said to himself:
“You’re so worthless, you’re already a company commander, but you can’t move your legs when you see a beautiful woman;
I haven’t learned anything about my manners, so why don’t I just let women eat first? I’m so spoiled! "
He just thought about this, but he didn't dare to say it. He had already read Chu Xiong's letter. This was Chu Xiong's sister, the matchmaker he personally protected!
What can he do? Let Li San pick out the biggest fat pig, kill it, and take it to Brigadier Chu;
The Li family is an heirloom of poetry and calligraphy, but they still understand this etiquette!
Besides, Chu Xiong is now a major general and brigade commander, and he must have been at least the governor of a government. His sister is paired with a third boy, which is not a disgrace to the family.
"You brat, you have a good eye for choosing a wife. You finally follow me a little bit!"
Two days later, Li Chenxi and Hu Jingwen left home again. Although the old lady was very reluctant to leave, she still sent them out of the village with a calm face, and Li Yaozu followed angrily.
Li Chenxi and Hu Jingwen knelt down and kowtowed heavily to their elders. They didn't know when they would return home next time.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold!
In this era when the country is in ruins and powerful enemies invade, only a small number of people can return home safely while far away from home to fight against the Japanese.
It can be said that every time you leave home, it may be a separation of life and death. Although they did not comply with the Eighth Route Army's marriage policy, Li Yaozu and his wife learned that they would leave home in two days and forced them to have a wedding ceremony and treat the whole village to a meal. They even packed them into the bridal chamber at night.
The Eighth Route Army has the policies of the Eighth Route Army, and the common people have the rules of the common people!
There is nothing to say about fighting the Japanese, but the government cannot control the inheritance of the old Li family. Even Li Yaozu dared to say that to Chu Xiong.
That night I watched them blow out the lights, and then the old lady went back to her room with satisfaction.
In his opinion, the wheat seeds have been planted, and there will always be a wheat harvest in the spring!
Fortunately, Li Chenxi and Li Chenxi knew the rules. Although they entered the bridal chamber, they did some of the things they should do, but didn't do anything they shouldn't!
They are the Eighth Route Army, and policies must still be implemented, and the elderly must also be fooled.
"San'er, from San'er's family, you will go home after fighting the Japanese. Mom will make noodles for you. We don't want to be an official doing nothing. Our family has no shortage of food for you!"
Li Yaozu pursed his lips in disdain, but still refrained from saying, "A loving mother has always failed!"
"father!"
"Don't listen to your mother, what do women know!"
Life has always been about separation, so Li Chenxi gritted his teeth and stood up, pulling Hu Jingwen and turning away, as if he had left for the first time two years ago.
They didn't have the courage to look back until they disappeared at the entrance of the village. Their mother's figure, which had been standing in the cold wind at the entrance of the village, made them afraid to look back.
They are afraid that if they look back, they will never be able to leave home again.
But the devils still have to fight...
Langtou Mountain, filled with smoke
"Brother Chenxi, do you miss your mother?"
Hu Jingwen's voice brought Li Chenxi's thoughts back to the battlefield filled with artillery fire. Home on one side and battlefield on the other, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to balance since ancient times.
Li Chenxi nodded, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were filled with perseverance.
What Chu Xiong said in the training camp rang in his ears:
"We are fighting today so that our descendants will never fight again!"
"Jingwen, comrades have already attacked. It's time to move our artillery positions forward. When we fire artillery later, take aim and send the Japanese back to their hometown!"
