“Mom, what do you think those people gave to the Third Brother?”
Seeing Xie Changzheng and others follow Miao Dashan’s son, Xie Xiuzhu couldn’t help but push her mother beside her, suggesting that she go over and take a look.
No matter what, Xie Changzheng is her mother’s son. If a son gets something good, he should always give it to his mother.
Xie Changzheng’s status as a soldier makes him attach great importance to moral character. If her mother makes a fuss, she doesn’t believe that Xie Changzheng will not give it to her.
When she was just reborn, Xie Xiuzhu still wanted to make friends with her Third Brother and use his identity to seek development. But now that she and her Third Brother’s family are on such bad footing, she doesn’t expect that if her Third Brother takes a high position in the future, he will give her, his younger sister, any benefits.
Since that’s the case, why not let her mother come forward and take advantage of the other party while he still has some concerns?
Miao Fengmei was indeed a little unwilling in her heart, so after her daughter’s instigation, she followed without thinking.
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“Comrade Xie Changzheng is a great hero who defends our country. This time, you were injured and returned to your hometown to recuperate. As a local cadre, I came to express my condolences so late. It is my dereliction of duty.”
When Xie Xiuzhu and Miao Fengmei arrived at the brigade headquarters, a group of people wearing Zhongshan suits and military uniforms were surrounding Xie Changzheng and talking loudly.
“These are just a small token of our gratitude from the Lingnan Military Region and the county. We also hope that Comrade Xie Changzheng can recover as soon as possible and serve the country better.”
As he spoke, the county magistrate shook hands with Xie Changzheng very enthusiastically, then looked at the newspaper reporter next to him, and asked him to take a photo of them so that it could be on the front-page news of the National Day issue.
Such face-saving projects exist in every era.
Xie Changzheng can be regarded as a representative of the outstanding local youth. He was born in a grassroots family and became a deputy regiment commander at the age of 30 with his solid military experience.
After he recovers from his injury this time, he will surely be promoted to the rank of full regiment commander.
Although the military district where Xie Changzheng is located is tens of thousands of miles away from them, no one can guarantee whether Xie Changzheng will be assigned to his hometown one day. By then, the other party may become their immediate superior.
Therefore, it is very necessary to establish a good relationship with Xie Changzheng in advance.
Reporters held up bulky cameras to film the friendly meeting between local leaders and heroes, while those reporters who were not responsible for taking pictures kept taking notes in the notebooks in their hands, striving to write the most moving article.
Where have the members of the Eighth Production Team seen such a scene before?
Seeing the county magistrate and the group of people in Zhongshan suits and green military uniforms being so friendly and respectful to Xie Changzheng, they deeply doubted whether Xie Changzheng was really a waste who had a broken leg and had to return to his hometown to become a peasant like them.
Xie Changzheng did not refuse the gifts brought by those people because he had experienced such things when he was in the military region.
Leaders would always bring gifts to visit the injured soldiers. On special days, local leaders would also bring gifts and allowances to visit the families of the fallen soldiers.
This time, the gifts brought by these people were not excessive. There was a pot of rapeseed oil of about five kilograms, two cans of malted milk, a box of cakes, a bag of rice, a bag of refined rice flour, and two boxes of eggs, about fifty or sixty in total.
Just as these people said, these gifts were meant to help him better heal his leg injury, so that he could report back to the army as soon as possible.
Xie Changzheng was not a rigid and inflexible person, so he would naturally not ask others to take back the gifts they brought in front of reporters and so many villagers.
The visiting leaders left after exchanging pleasantries for a while. However, the nosy villagers surrounded the brigade headquarters, looking at the pile of gifts with curiosity and envy and talking about it in a buzzing manner.
“Didn’t they say that the third son of the Xie family was disabled? Why are the leaders still so polite to him?”
“It seems that even if the third son of the Xie family is disabled, he may not have any future. Hehe, I wonder if those people in the Xie family should cry now.”
“It’s what they deserve. When he was disabled, they rushed him out. Now that he’s well, those people from the Xie family don’t have the nerve to come after him.”
“That’s not necessarily true. Look, aren’t they here?”
Everyone murmured and pointed at Miao Fengmei and her daughter outside the crowd.
At this moment, Miao Fengmei’s face was ashen. She looked at the gifts of comfort with gloomy eyes.
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Lucien On ABRWF Chapter 34.1
There are heroes and martyrs who bet their soul and life for their belief and/or country (nation). When those heroes fell and some wealthy or authority people sent some gifts to them and/or their widow and orphans as token of appreciation, I know there would be people who can only see the gifts and feel envious, not seeing their sacrifice. Some of them conceited think that they could also make the same sacrifice given the chance, not fully understand the heavy weight of life, death, and being disable. Some of them even think they entitled to receive the gifts instead of the heroes/martyrs and their widow and orphans just because they’re male relatives of the heroes/martyrs. Sadly, those kind of shameless people weren’t only living in fictional world.