"Last night, the old man wanted to see you, but he didn't. It's a happy event. He's already ninety-eight and can't see anything. In the past few years, he has relied on memory to find directions and things."
When talking about old man Wang Guangzhi, the village chief also choked up with tears, and everyone in the village spontaneously came to pay their respects.
Wang Guangzhi's wife was sitting there without saying a word, already wearing a white cloth around her waist. Wang Guangzhi's grandson was kneeling in front of the door, kowtowing to thank every guest who came and went.
"If I had known I wouldn't have gone so far..."
"Mr. Ji, this is what the old man left for you. He also asked me to tell you, come closer!"
While Ji Donglai was talking to the village chief, Wang Guangzhi's wife turned her head sideways, groped through the wall and walked into the house. She took out a package and opened it to find a Japanese saguan sword. Ji Donglai trembled and quickly turned his head sideways. .
"The old man asked me to tell you that sometimes you don't need a knife to kill people. You have a Northeastern personality, so be careful! He has been killed all his life, you can't do this."
"Besides, I won't live long. I'll ask Mr. Ji to take care of Zhiqiang in the future. He is a descendant of Northeastern people and has a straight temper. I'll trouble you later."
While the old man was talking, he handed over the official knife and a bankbook together. Ji Donglai was stunned for a while. If he wanted to say something again, the old man had already fumbled back to his seat without waiting for Ji Donglai to agree.
"I promise you, grandma!"
Wiping away his tears and looking at Wang Zhiqiang kneeling at the door, Ji Donglai felt infinite sadness and indignation in his heart.
Ji Donglai originally planned to give Wang Guangzhi a grand funeral, but when he picked up the phone, he found out that the old man had told Wang Guangzhi a few years ago that there could be no grand burial, as long as it complied with the policy.
Besides, the old man's identity was very embarrassing now. Ji Donglai paced back and forth at the door. It took a long time before he decided to call a few people he knew.
"Coming from the east, I express my condolences and accept the change!"
Yan Changcheng and Tan Xiumei arrived in the afternoon, and Yan Sheng came with Yan Changcheng. After politely paying homage to the old man, several people found Ji Donglai.
"Uncle Xi, can you get me a national flag?"
Handing everyone a white belt, Ji Donglai asked tentatively. Yan Sheng was stunned for a moment and did not answer. Ji Donglai knew that he was overthinking.
When the Great Wall wanted to say something, Ji Donglai waved his hand.
Killing without a knife, that's it! Ji Donglai understood what the old man Wang Guangzhi meant. So what if we have a national flag today? The eternal infamy has been sealed, so what's the use of arguing! Thinking of this, Ji Donglai clenched his fists tightly.
The old man had chosen the cemetery a few years ago, and the hole had been dug at the very edge of the Cemetery of the Unknown Soldier.
"Zhiqiang, kowtow!"
There were no adult men in Wang Guangzhi's family, so Ji Donglai stubbornly took on the responsibility of being the head of the family and took Wang Zhiqiang from house to house to report the funeral. Apart from the villagers, Ji Donglai was the only outsider in the funeral procession.
The school in the village had a day off, and Principal Han took all the children to see the old man off for the last time.
Ji Donglai made the tombstone with his own money. From then on, there were no more veterans from the Northeast Army in the village.
"Donglai, don't worry about some things! I have talked with the old man about many things, and I have learned a lot! The most common thing that senior Wang Guangzhi said most is that you should never give up your home."
"A true man stands upright and there is no need to argue with others. In addition... we are verifying the identity of the old man and will definitely give you and the old man an explanation. Don't worry!"
After everything was completed, Yan Sheng found Ji Donglai alone. Obviously, the other party had a lot to hide.
After all, there are many things that even Yu Sheng has difficulty making decisions about.
In addition, the Anti-Japanese War in Northeast China lasted the longest, from 31 March to 1945, a full fifteen years. Countless people changed positions in the process, and many files about the Northeast Army were lost.
Wang Guang has been here since he finished fighting the Great Wall War, and it is difficult to verify the army's files.
After entering the Central Plains, they were all troops at the rear, which was more difficult to deal with, so Yu Sheng worked harder.
Ji Donglai did not speak, but nodded.
After seeing off every guest, Principal Han finally brought several teachers from the school to help clean up the scene.
"Mr. Ji, this year a group of students from our school graduated and took the high school entrance examination. The teaching level of the middle school here is average. Can you help find a better high school? Our students have good grades. Graduates of high school in the past few years are now I'm already in college, and the one with the best grades is Peking University."
"There are two military academies, and the rest are fine too. I think if they go to a better high school, their grades may be better. After all, you have put so much effort into this place..."
After drying his hands, Principal Han took the cigarette from Ji Donglai for the first time.
I glanced at Wang Zhiqiang, who was going home with his grandma over there. The little guy was also going to junior high school this year.
"Okay, give me a list and the usual transcripts, and I'll ask the lawyers to help with this, so they won't have to pay for it in vain at this time!"
Not for others, just Wang Zhiqiang and Ji Donglai have to help. The world was conquered by the ancestors of this group of people, so there is nothing wrong with allowing future generations to receive a better education.
It's hard for Ji Donglai to believe that the scores of these children are very high. If they were in Ji Donglai's school district, they might be among the top in the school.
In particular, two of the children's math scores were very good, with almost full marks. In the Mathematical Olympiad questions that Great Wall brought to these children, one child got perfect scores, and Wang Zhiqiang also scored very high.
"Such results are suitable for learning computer science. I try my best to place them in the school district near our company. When there is nothing, let these children go to our company for internships. It is best to be exposed to some things early."
"In the future, if any students with particularly good math scores remember to tell me, Teacher Han, tell me whatever you need here, and I will definitely get it if you can."
After making up his mind, Ji Donglai explained carefully to Principal Han, and with the instructions from his predecessors, Ji Donglai felt no psychological burden at all.
"Bah ah..."
"Mr. Ji, you have done a lot. Before you came, lighting lights here was a luxury. Now several people have bought TVs. This is progress."
"We, a group of people, have no other skills except teaching. In the past, people in the village also tried to grow a lot of fruits on the mountain, but the yield was not high."
"Now that we have that photovoltaic panel, in the morning, the dew flows down. The grass below grows very well, so people in our village breed sheep. When we have nothing to do, we shear and collect the wool, and when we have nothing to do, we roll it. felt."
"Now the village sells juice, felts, and electricity... In fact, this village should be grateful to the Northeastern people. Without Wang Guangzhi to build this martyrs cemetery here, there would not be so many people in the village, and there would not be these things later..."
(End of chapter)
