The next day, Yu Peng quietly settled in the village.
It's said quietly because Yu Peng stayed here invisible and no one can see it.
Since I can directly use spiritual energy to draw symbols,
What Yu Peng lacks most is these skills
The village is not big, with only a few dozen households, and even fewer young people, all of whom have gone out to work.
The rest are also old people and children
Anyway, they rely on the reservoir, and the village will give them money every month, which is regarded as a subsidy for guarding the reservoir.
The villagers don't have to do much, they just have to look around to see if any strangers come over.
Watch out for them and don't destroy water sources or anything like that.
In fact, this job is just a matter of words.
The village is at the foot of the mountain to the west of the reservoir
To the east of the Miaogong Reservoir is the national highway. There is an endless stream of people coming and going every day.
If we really want to do something about the water source, no one can stop it, let alone the villages across the water.
People in the village rarely go out
It takes half an hour to drive from this place to the paddock. Everyone is too lazy to move when there is nothing important to do.
Every morning and afternoon, the vegetable cart runs back and forth twice. It carries vegetables, fruits and daily necessities. It is like a small mobile store. If you have nothing to do, you can go fishing in the reservoir. At least you can eat and drink without worries.
There is a semi-contracted operation at the reservoir dock, which allows people to come and fish for a few dozen yuan an hour. If old acquaintances from the village come over, they will not charge for it, but they will limit the number of people they can take away.
Prevent villagers from changing hands midway to make extra money
Yu Peng came here last night and chatted with some deceased old people in the village. He probably got an idea of the situation in the village.
And more information about the old man
The old man’s surname was Li, and his name was Li Jun. The deceased elderly people still used to call him Xiaojun. He is 83 this year.
Speaking of Xiaojun, there are countless things to say
Similar to what the little crucian carp in the reservoir said, Li Jun joined the army when he was a boy. No one in the village knew exactly what battles he fought, and Li Jun was unwilling to tell anyone more.
The only thing I know is that my elder brother who went out to fight before and after is dead.
There wasn't even a body. If someone hadn't testified later, it would have been almost recorded as missing.
Soldiers who participated in the Anti-Japanese War, martyrs and missing persons were treated very differently
Martyrs, those who watch death helplessly
The treatment and compensation given are quite good.
It's hard to define missing
Missing if you run away
Lost is considered missing
Secretly hiding in a war zone and hiding one's name is still considered missing.
Being blown up by a bomb to the point where no bones are left is considered missing.
Families of missing soldiers
Maybe there will be subsidies or maybe not
The days passed in a flash, and the older generation were all gone.
Li Jun’s parents are old and gone.
Then Li Jun also got old
Leaving soon too
Seventy-three and eighty-four, for the old man, they have always been two hurdles that cannot be overcome.
Get through it, get through it
If you can't survive it, it will be the end.
Yu Peng has a strong ability to sense the breath of people's souls.
The old man's physical condition is very bad
The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry
Already on the edge
Only that breath holds on
the next two days
Yu Peng has been hiding in Mr. Li Jun’s house
I found a messy corner by the wall and sat down.
Continuously sending spiritual energy to the old man lying on the bed
The old man came back from fishing that night
It's already impossible
Since then, I have been relying on the spiritual energy conveyed by Qi to support me.
Yu Peng doesn’t know if this makes sense.
just feel
Just watching the old man die like this
I can't bear it
But if we rely on other methods to let the old man live a little longer,
It doesn't seem to make any sense
these two days
Yu Peng has been thinking about this issue
Mr. Li Jun is not very gregarious in the village.
There is almost no one he talks to
Of course, the main reason is that Mr. Li Jun is not used to dealing with them.
when young
I will also talk to them about what happened on the battlefield.
But no one cares
What I care more about is firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
Or just making fun of the old man
After fighting so many battles, have you found a wife or become a high official?
Very vulgar
Gradually, the old man became too lazy to chat with everyone.
Look, the old man hasn’t gone out these days.
The old man who occasionally passes by the door
Say hello to Mr. Li Jun through the wall
got no response
Just left
There are one or two people who are worried about something happening to the old man.
Open the door quietly and enter the house
Look at the old man still sleeping on the kang and snoring.
I just went out without disturbing him.
In rural areas, at this age
As long as you're still breathing
Even if you are lucky
You can live one more day
Slept for two days and two nights in a row
Perhaps with the support of Yu Peng's spiritual energy, the old man took a long breath and woke up in the evening of the third day.
The time was approaching 6 o'clock, and the sky was getting slightly darker.
The old man slept for two days and didn't eat for two days. Now he had a great appetite. After running to the toilet, he started to clean up the refrigerator in the house and stock up on food.
A person's life has always been simple. Usually the old man would just heat up some rice or steamed buns with some cold vegetables or pickles, and that's it.
But today, maybe because his appetite has been empty for two days, the old man suddenly became interested.
I took out some meat from the refrigerator, including fish and pork, and made a pot of stewed fish and vegetables that were about to go bad. I smothered them with rice, and while the rice was still uncooked, I mixed two cold dishes and put away the full dishes. A table full.
Of course the old man's craftsmanship was not good, but the scent still attracted Uncle Wang from the next door room.
Uncle Wang is one of the few people in the village who can chat with Mr. Li Jun. They are about the same age, but he is much fatter than Mr. Li Jun, and he also suffers from obesity.
The two of them chatted and chatted about nothing, and they often came up with the topic of who would die first.
In rural areas, living into your 70s and 80s is considered a blessing, and you have always known how to be content.
Seeing that Mr. Li Jun woke up and started cooking, Mr. Wang came over to take a look and breathed a sigh of relief.
He just broke in and saw the dishes on the table. Uncle Wang was surprised at first. He was about to say something joking, but before he could say anything, his heart tightened, his eyes became sore, and he choked up and couldn't say anything.
Mr. Li Jun was sitting at the broken wooden table in a daze, waiting for the rice to be cooked. When he saw that Mr. Wang was coming, he quickly got up to greet him.
"Oh, Lao Wangtou has a great nose. He really knows how to catch a meal. Come quickly and have some together."
The time now is after 7 o'clock. Of course Uncle Wang has eaten. In rural areas, meals are early. Uncle Wang's children usually pack up to eat after 5 o'clock or 6 o'clock. But looking at the energetic old man Li in front of him
Uncle Wang's eyes were sore and sour, and he couldn't say no words of rejection.
I could only follow Old Man Li’s hand and sit on a chair next to the table.
Rural houses rarely have a separate living room. It is usually placed next to the bed in the bedroom, with a table and a few chairs. After dinner, everything is tidied up.
For elderly people who are lazy or have weak legs and feet, tables and chairs have been placed in the room for a long time. It is convenient for visitors to sit and it is also troublesome to sit by yourself.
Uncle Li Jun obviously didn't see Old Man Wang's expression. After pulling the old man up on the chair, he said jokingly
"You guys are really good at hurrying up. I just finished eating the rice and it's still a little undercooked. It will be just right after simmering for a while. Just wait a moment and I'll get the chopsticks."
"You are not..."
Before Uncle Wang finished speaking, he held his mouth shut and did not dare to continue.
It’s not that there are no chopsticks on the table. Not only are there none, there are seven or eight pairs neatly placed.
Next to each chopstick, there is a small wine glass, which is already filled with wine.
Ignoring Mr. Li Jun, he went to find chopsticks to serve the rice.
Uncle Wang's tears fell directly
Rural people may not be literate, and may not be as poetic as city people, but their feelings are often the most real.
Regardless of whether the relationship between the two people was good or not, whether they were close or not, at this time, true sadness will be revealed.
Uncle Wang is 84 years old this year. He has just passed the gate of hell as the old saying goes. He has many feelings about Li Jun's dying attitude.
But so what? Isn't that what life is like for a person?
I can only be silent, wiping my tears with my sleeves
Just then Mr. Li Jun came in with rice in his hands, a bowl in each hand, and a pair of chopsticks beside the bowl in his right hand.
I saw Uncle Wang wiping tears there
Mr. Li Jun didn't say anything.
Silently he put the bowl and chopsticks in front of Uncle Wang, sat back on his chair, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish, put it tremblingly into his mouth, sipped and chewed it for a while, then picked up the wine glass and drank. Koujiu finally showed a satisfied expression
"Brother, this life is worth it."
Uncle Wang's tears, which he couldn't hold back at first, became even more violent now, and he was choked with sobs and couldn't speak.
After that, the two of them chatted for a while. Mr. Li Jun was really hungry. He had slept for more than two days without drinking any water or eating. His stomach was really empty. He would eat a few words without any hesitation. Eat food.
Uncle Wang is also quite old. Although he has eaten, he doesn't eat much at this age, so he will take a sip of wine and a bite of vegetables.
Of course the food is not delicious, but at this time, no one cares whether it tastes good or not.
In the words of Mr. Li Jun, if this were a battlefield, let alone hot dishes and rice, just a bite of potatoes and a bite of fried noodles, then everyone would be happy.
Of course, while eating, Mr. Li Jun also introduced Uncle Wang one by one. The wine cups on the table were all his former comrades who lived and died on the battlefield.
Pillar
Monitor Liu
Second artillery
Xiaoqi
Da Zhuang
shift deputy
And my own eldest brother
For so many years, Mr. Li Jun has never dared to be so extravagant. He was afraid of being sorry for them. He always felt that living alone was the most embarrassing thing for everyone.
But today, it’s just a once-in-a-lifetime luxury. Anyway, that’s all it is.
Uncle Wang is the only one in the village who is willing to listen to Uncle Li Jun’s war stories.
Of course, it didn't mean that he was the only one who listened, but that Uncle Li Jun kept saying back and forth that in those battles, either one died or that one died.
At the beginning, everyone thought it was new, but gradually they got tired of hearing it.
After that, Uncle Li Jun didn't bother to talk to them.
Tonight, Uncle Li Jun said the same thing, but every time he talked about a comrade, he would toast a glass of wine to the corresponding wine cup, crying and laughing for a while, or taking a big sip, or taking a sip.
Uncle Wang was not the only one who was listening to the chatter.
And Yu Peng, who has been sitting in the corner
There are also Uncle Li Jun’s parents sitting on the kang.
And Li Zhi, who was summoned from far away by Yu Peng, is Uncle Li Jun’s brother.
There are also warriors corresponding to the wine cups placed on the table.
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