In the days that followed, Ji Donglai basically walked around the workshop, and everyone's emotions settled down.
Xin Li and Zhao Shuying were quarreling with everyone in Shulit from September to the end of the month. Ji Donglai was too lazy to take care of it. As a result, the phone rang after they had only been idle for a few days.
"What? How could Zhiqiang be gone? Aren't you fine at home? Did he fight with someone?"
Ji Donglai was a little confused when he heard Ning Caiyun's call.
Wang Zhiqiang was fostered by Ji Donglai in his hometown. The school had been arranged and he would start school on September 1st. Various people also greeted him. Ji Donglai didn't know what happened to the little guy.
"I don't know. He just said that the millet was ready. It was time to harvest the millet at home. We didn't understand what was going on. Your grandfather said it was too little and he didn't want it. He didn't say anything. He sat on the threshold every day and didn't speak. , I slept well last night, but it disappeared this morning."
When Ning Caiyun talked about Wang Zhiqiang, his words were full of anxiety, and Ji Donglai was also confused.
After much deliberation, I told my family not to worry and went to Wang Zhiqiang's home first.
When we got there, we found that Wang Zhiqiang's house was also empty. When he opened the lock, the dust on the table was thick. Ji Donglai couldn't call Yisheng right away and hoped that he would help find him.
"Dong Lai, please search carefully. Issuing a notice of assistance is a small matter, but the impact is not small. If the child is definitely going home, just wait at home. We will arrange for the police to check on the child on the way home. Don't worry!"
As a veteran criminal police officer, Yansheng certainly knew the seriousness of the matter and immediately arranged for his subordinates to inform the police along the way to pay attention.
Ji Donglai was so anxious that he kept driving around the factory and on the road to Yakou Village. He didn't see anyone for several days. He had no choice but to find Yuan Dingcheng again and ask people on the road to pay attention. The child was abducted.
"Hey, little guy, where have you been? Come back quickly. I'm sorry for your grandparents..."
For several days, Ji Donglai sat in Wang Zhiqiang's house with his mouth full of bubbles and stared at the road leading outside. The villagers also arranged to help search. It was late at night and everyone went home. Ji Donglai stayed at Wang Zhiqiang's house with his back against the wall.
"Mr. Ji, look..."
I don't know how long it took, but Ji Donglai was woken up by someone.
Following the direction of Ran Bo's finger, a thin figure slowly walked down the winding mountain road in the shadow of the street lights. It looked so abrupt on the long mountain road that Ji Donglai immediately drove up to meet him.
As a result, the car turned a corner and no one was there. Ji Donglai was so anxious that he grabbed the wall.
"Where is the person? Did you see clearly just now?"
After wandering around, Ji Donglai didn't find Wang Zhiqiang, so he hurriedly asked Ran Bo.
"It's not wrong. I was here just now..."
Ran Bo's eyesight has always been very good, but now he is confused.
"Wang Zhiqiang, where are you? I am Ji Donglai, where are you..."
Ji Donglai was so anxious that he had no choice but to stand on the road and start calling Wang Zhiqiang's name around with his mouth open.
"Brother Donglai, I'm at home!"
"Fuck, don't move, we're coming right away!"
Hearing Wang Zhiqiang's crisp echo, Ji Donglai hurriedly drove down to the door of Wang Zhiqiang's house. At this time, the little guy was holding his rice bowl in his arms while eating, with his mouth full.
"Where have you gone? You scared me to death, you know, you kid scared me to death, you know? You're still laughing..."
Looking at Wang Zhiqiang's silly smile, Ji Donglai wanted to hit him. Looking at the little guy's stained face, he felt angry deep down.
"Brother Donglai, do you think my millet is growing well? Tomorrow I will harvest millet. This is grown by our family, and the millet is delicious. Grandpa said that millet is eaten in the Northeast. This is millet. , can steam bean buns, grandma said the millet in the Northeast is the best."
"This is ground egg, which is called potato in the Northeast. Grandpa also said that the potatoes in the Northeast are delicious. I found out that they are lying. There is no millet or millet in the Northeast. The potatoes are delicious, but they are too big..."
While putting rice into his mouth, Wang Zhiqiang gave Ji Donglai the rice ears and millets picked from the mountain, as well as round potatoes.
Only then did Ji Donglai know that the little guy had just gone to the family's field to see the harvest. Looking at the little guy's face, Ji Donglai felt really bad.
"How did you come back?"
Ji Donglai helped the other person take off his clothes, and Ji Donglai covered the other person with down. The October temperature in the mountains was not enough.
"First I took a car, then a train, then a car. There were no cars here, so I took a ride. I walked back when no one came from the mountains. When I saw the lights on at home, I knew that Brother Donglai must be here, so I wasn't afraid. Already..."
After eating one or two large bowls of rice, Wang Zhiqiang burped, holding the ears of grain in his hands and looking at it with great joy.
"Why did you come so far from the Northeast just for this thing? Look at what you made. You know how worried we are. How many bites can we eat with such a small amount..."
He reached out and almost snatched the ear of corn from the little guy's hand. Ji Donglai educated the little guy for a while. Wang Zhiqiang kept dodging his eyes, always staring at the ear of corn. It wasn't until Ji Donglai finished educating that Wang Zhiqiang took the ear of corn.
"Grandpa said that you have to keep what grows on your own land. If you don't harvest it this year, it means that your family is extinct, and someone will take over your land. Eating the food grown on your own land makes you feel at ease. As long as we live, You have to protect your own land, otherwise there will be no place to bury you if you die.”
"No matter what grows on your land, you have to pick it, otherwise your ancestors will have trouble sleeping..."
Rubbing the ears of grain in his hand, Wang Zhiqiang said in a daze, as if he was telling someone else's story. Ji Donglai had thousands of words in his heart that he couldn't say at this time.
At this time, Ji Donglai really wanted to tell Wang Zhiqiang that as long as he made money, he could buy this food, so why bother?
I also wanted to tell the little guy that it was not easy to obtain the student status and various conditions for him, but... they all disappeared at this time.
"Land has been Wang Guangzhi's lifelong pain. Even after he died, the old man still had an obsession in his heart. This obsession was passed on to Wang Zhiqiang at this time. Ji Donglai did not dare to say a word.
Give up land? ! As a descendant of Northeastern people, Ji Donglai did not dare to say a word!
The Northeast Volunteer Army killed 460,000 people, killed 180,000 Japanese soldiers, and restrained 760,000 elite Kwantung Army troops from moving in the Northeast. What are these people protecting, other than that piece of land? What do they want? Food has been harvested from that land for generations.
Ji Donglai looked at the little guy under the light and felt that his face was a little hot. He was not as good as a child.
"Go to bed. Brother Donglai will collect grain with you tomorrow morning, then thresh millet, eat millet, and steam bean buns..."
Watching Wang Zhiqiang start to yawn, Ji Donglai rubbed the little guy's head. Then Wang Zhiqiang got on the kang and started to pack up for bed. After a while, the sound of even breathing came from the room.
(End of chapter)
