FSC [QT] Chapter 182.3

Because the incident happened suddenly, he was not prepared for a while, so he could only arrange these four people to the old educated youth in the production team.

Anyway, the houses where the educated youth lived were spacious enough, and they all came from the city to the countryside to support rural construction. They would definitely have more to talk about than with an old man like him.

Miao Dashan felt that his idea was simply perfect.

None of the four educated youth were the type to cause trouble. Miao Dashan walked in front and spoke slowly. They followed behind him and listened silently.

To get to where the educated youth lived, they had to pass through a small path in front of the Xie family’s yard. Miao Dashan was about to lead the newly educated youth there when he saw that the path in front was surrounded by villagers who were joining in the fun.

Although it is the slack season for farmers, it does not mean that there is no work in the fields.

The straw left after harvesting the millet has to be bundled into stacks, and the wheat ears and sweet potatoes left in the fields are also a precious treasure. There are also all kinds of miscellaneous work such as plowing the soil and weeding.

Because everyone is exhausted from the autumn harvest, Miao Dashan concedes that everyone can sleep later during this period, but it does not mean that they can do nothing and wander around the village watching the fun.

“Captain, something happened. Something big happened to the Xie family!”

“Xie Changzheng, the most promising third son of the Xie family, is back. He is leaning on a cane and seems to have become a cripple.”

“That’s right. I don’t know what the family is arguing about now. We all heard the sound of bowls being smashed. Captain, why don’t you go in and take a look?”

The villagers who were watching all told Miao Dashan what happened in the village after he left. Their eyes revealed curiosity and excitement, as if as long as Miao Dashan opened his mouth, they would rush in together to watch the excitement up close.

“What? Changzheng is back?”

Miao Dashan’s heart skipped a beat.

This was a poor and remote area, and there weren’t many people who could be considered promising. If one were to choose the most capable one among them, it would definitely be Xie Changzheng.

People of this era have a natural admiration for soldiers, not to mention that Xie Changzheng’s military achievements are all real. They were won through his repeated battles in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the border had always been unstable. The troops where Xie Changzheng was stationed were stationed on the border, and there were wars every now and then.

In more than ten years, Xie Changzheng only went home three times, once when he got married, once seven years ago, and the most recent time was three years ago.

Because his hometown was far away from the garrison, he often spent most of his holidays on the journey back and forth, so the time he could actually stay at home was only three or four days.

The villagers were somewhat unfamiliar with his appearance. They only knew that there was such a promising person in their village.

When they heard that Xie Changzheng had returned and he came back with a cane, almost everyone in the production team spontaneously came to Xie’s house to watch the fun.

The members of the production team may only have the superficial impression that Xie Changzheng is capable, but Miao Dashan, as the captain, knows that there is such a promising younger generation in the village, who plays an invisible role when the various production teams divide the commune’s resources.

Now that Xie Changzheng had returned, without sending a telegram in advance and was suspected of being disabled, Miao Dashan couldn’t help but wonder whether he suffered some serious injuries on the battlefield and had to retire.

He is just the captain of the production team. He is not clear about the operation of military personnel’s transfer and retirement. He just thought that after Xie Changzheng came back, he would be like them, who would have to work in the fields for a living.

When he thought that the village would lose this invisible backer, Miao Dashan suddenly felt a little flustered.

He no longer cared about the educated youths who were waiting for arrangements. He pushed away the onlookers, squeezed to the innermost part, and knocked on the door of Xie’s house.

“Miao Fengmei, open the door. It’s me, Miao Dashan.”

The quarrel in the house paused for a while, and after a while, Miao Fengmei opened the door with a sullen face.

Miao Dashan looked into the house and saw a tall young man standing in the middle of the room. He had obvious military qualities. When he stood, he was like a sharp knife drawn from its sheath, with its edge fully exposed.

The last time he saw this nephew was three years ago. He was darker than three years ago. Life on the border was hard. Xie Changzheng was only in his thirties, but the wrinkles on his eyes and forehead were already very obvious.

Miao Dashan’s attention was still on the legs of his nephew. His left calf was wrapped in thick gauze, and he was leaning on a crutch in one hand.

He was definitely injured, but he didn’t know how serious the injury was.

“Captain, is my daughter okay?”

Seeing Miao Dashan, Xie Changzheng’s first sentence was to ask about his daughter.

Miao Fengmei, who was standing next to him, heard her son mention that money-loser, so her mouth drooped immediately, and her anger rose.

He was already disabled. Is it time to care about that money-loser now?

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