The flour, rice, vegetables, and school supplies in the truck were all moved into the warehouse in an orderly manner. The truck driver handed the list to the warehouse teacher, who counted them one by one, and then asked the students to place them in an orderly manner.
"Why are the children here so orderly? It is said that Chinese children don't like to queue up. I often see such reports abroad. Is this the case with you usually?"
Seeing a group of children working together in such a tacit understanding under the organization of the class cadres, Qi Jia was a little surprised.
"Don't be surprised. Many of these children are descendants of veterans of the Anti-Japanese War. Did you see the village below? That's Yakou Village. The veterans who participated in the Great Wall Anti-Japanese War here were all disabled due to gunshot wounds. There are also There are also some veterans of the Korean and Vietnam wars.”
"The children of these people have organization and discipline engraved in their genes. So we don't need to organize at all. They can see their orderliness naturally. Let's go down and take a look. Leave it to the children here. ”
"When I came here, the school was still an adobe house with collapsed walls. The roof of the house was made of sorghum poles. In the winter, the backs of the children's hands were so cold that they were cracked, just like the cracks on the tires. It’s like planting a small opening.”
"Later, I brought in glass wool and made comprehensive insulation for the school. The children were no longer cold. I made cement and reinforced the exterior walls. From then on, the children can attend classes in the classroom with peace of mind."
"Have you seen that mountain? Many children live on the other side of the mountain. It takes two and a half hours to walk to get home. It's too far. I built a dormitory for the children to stay here."
"It was too dangerous to use kerosene lamps in the dormitory, so I installed electricity here and installed photovoltaics. My business was still a workshop back then, but now it feels like it was yesterday."
"Later, I asked the construction team to build a building. They fooled me, and I broke my grandson's kneecap. It was the dangerous building next to it. I almost went to jail. So impulsiveness is the devil, and the new ones used by the children now The building is newly built by me, and there is absolutely no problem with resisting an eight-magnitude earthquake."
"Now the children can play freely in the classroom, which can be regarded as my small contribution to this society..."
Ji Donglai whispered about his various previous actions. When speaking, Qi Jia held his breath and seemed to be listening, looking down the mountain.
Ji Donglai did not pay attention to the other party's performance, and then took the place to the Martyrs Cemetery. This time Qi Jia was very surprised, especially when he saw the text signs on it and the tombs with no end at a glance.
"These are all Northeastern soldiers who died in battle? Why don't I believe it?"
Looking at the vivid numbers, Qi Jia frowned.
"This grave belongs to the last veteran, old man Wang Guangzhi. His grandson is at the bottom of the mountain. I adopted Wang Zhiqiang. Follow me down the mountain and you can ask. These people can't tell lies."
Talking about the past, Ji Donglai didn't want to distinguish. After all, no matter what his purpose was, he could only do his best, but it was always a drop in the bucket to change people's minds.
This time Ji Donglai observed Qijia's every move, which made Ji Donglai a little strange. The other party did not show any expression to the families of these martyrs, but instead paid emphatically to express condolences to the veterans of the Korean War.
"Uncle, which battle did you retreat from?"
Facing an eighty-year-old veteran, Qi Jia was all smiles and his eyes were full of earnestness.
"In Junyu Nanli, our army fought a tough battle with the enemy there. We didn't stop the American Japs at first, and then we continued to chase... Anyway, we were scolded along the way, and everyone was holding back their anger. We must fight Kill the American emperor and secure the pocket array."
"The detour is so deep that we only rely on two legs, and the road below is not easy to walk. We travel faster in the mountains than the Japanese, and more people die. At that time, we gritted our teeth and moved forward. Many people froze to death on the road, so there’s nothing we can do about it.”
"Later we fought several tough battles. In one battle, the Japanese had a bunker. Whoever the instructor mobilized to go up and blow up the bomb could recover and go home. My old man was sick at the time, so I signed up directly."
"The explosive bag was so big, I crawled over with it. I held something underneath to prop it up, and then cut a section of the fuse, and it became shorter. I didn't run very far, and it exploded. Pushed me out.”
"Later, after the battle, the whole team dug me out in the trench. At that time, there was something stuck in the back of my head. After being revived, I received first-class merit and returned home directly."
The old man said that the feat of that year was still vivid in his mind, and Qi Jia kept listening to Ji Donglai's translation.
Ji Donglai has heard this story many times, so he opened his mouth to tell it, and Qi Jia heard every word in his ears.
"Mr. Ji, please help me ask, did he participate in the Cheorwon Blockade?"
After listening to all the content, Qi Jia asked about a location known to all Chinese people. Ji Donglai was stunned for a moment, but he still translated.
"No, it was pushed to the 38th parallel. I had already returned from the army at that time. I heard from my comrades who returned home later that the battle was too brutal, and basically no one survived."
"I used to be in the 38th Army, and the Cheorwon Blockade was fought by the 63rd Army. They were all tough men. Some of them were still children when they went there, and some of them never came back. There are still some people back then. They were kept in the Northern Dynasties by the country, and they were used to reproduce the population."
Talking about the battle that year, the old man's cloudy eyes were filled with tears.
It was a war that the Chinese nation will never forget for hundreds of years. Hundreds of thousands of people were buried in foreign lands, and some loyal souls are still watching in foreign lands.
Thanks to that war, the Chinese people have their current position in the world. With modernization, it is a generation of ancestors who are willing to sacrifice.
"Mr. Ji, please help me ask him if he has any news about the people who were captured back then?"
Ji Donglai was comforting the old man when Qi Jia said something like this. Ji Donglai was stunned for at least half a minute.
"Mr. Johnson, do you think this is an appropriate question to ask? Do you think we had any prisoners in that war?"
Facing Qijia, Ji Donglai showed anger for the first time.
Although the other party is the technological master that Ji Donglai urgently needs, it does not mean that the other party can insult a heroic army. If he were not worried about the possibility of using the other party, Ji Donglai would even want to slap the other party in the mouth directly.
"Mr. Ji, please don't doubt that I know more about that war than you do. I have checked all the information in libraries across the United States and have also been to the archives in Kaohsiung. There were many such people back then, and I am now eager to know what happened back then. Message, please forgive me if this offends."
(End of chapter)
