FSC [QT] Chapter 74.1

On the train, the group of people with sad faces naturally attracted the attention of other passengers.

Soon, people in the same railway wagon and several nearby wagons knew that there was a group of martyr’s families sitting in this wagon, so they all came over to comfort them.

“These apples are a specialty of our Dongshan Province. They are big and crisp. My son is also a soldier, so I specially saved a bag of the best ones for him. He didn’t take a vacation last year. I haven’t seen him for two years.”

An old lady with wrinkles on her face, who looked to be in her sixties or seventies, took out several apples, cut them in half, and handed them to Third Grandma Xu and others. All the martyrs’ families, including Zhang Youdong, were not left out.

Although each person only got half an apple, because there were so many people, more than a dozen of apples were given at once, so the bag containing apples was half empty in an instant, but the old lady didn’t feel distressed at all.

If she put herself in their shoes, if it was her son who was sacrificed now, she was afraid that she wouldn’t be much better than the group of people in front of her.

“They are all heroes of China, and the people will never forget them.”

The years since the country was founded have not been peaceful. There had been occasional wars on the border, and there were many hostile elements and spies inside the country.

The reason why the country was still stable was inseparable from the sacrifices of the military comrades.

Facing the families of these martyrs who died, everyone present stood in awe.

The old lady with the apple was just one of them. Everyone on the train took out some of their own specialties from their bags and distributed them to these martyrs.

You know, at the moment when supplies were scarce, these things were far more valuable than money.

For example, the big apples in Dongshan Province were good things that might not be bought with tickets in Baihua County.

“I’m sorry. I can’t take these things.”

In addition to the day he joined the army and the day he left his hometown wearing a green military uniform and a big red flower, Zhang Youdong felt the enthusiasm of the people and the pride of being a soldier for the second time.

However, the army rules were strict and he could not ask for even a single needle or thread from the people, so at this moment, Zhang Youdong could only return the things that the passengers stuffed into his arms with a blushing face.

“Yes, we can’t accept it.”

Third Grandma Xu and others had the same attitude.

Now everyone’s life is not easy. These apple cakes might be what they saved for a long time before they were willing to buy for their relatives far away. Now they had been distributed to them, and they didn’t have much left.

“Just because you can’t accept it doesn’t mean these older brothers and sisters can’t accept it.”

The old lady who gave the apple at the beginning also thought of this. She took back the half apple in Zhang Youdong’s hand, but she refused to take back the things that were distributed to the martyr’s families.

The same goes for others.

“This is all we can give. Just consider it as our thank you gift to the hero.”

Third Grandma Xu and others had tears in their eyes as they looked at the apples, pears, cakes, and candies in their hands.

They felt sad and relieved at the same time. They realized that their children/husbands were appreciated and admired by so many people.

They were heroes who stood tall and proud. Their sacrifice was worth it.

This alleviated a lot of the grief in the hearts of everyone present.

During the three-day journey that followed, people would come over from time to time to chat with Third Grandma Xu and the others.

The train attendants also knew that this wagon was filled with many families of the heroes who had died, so whenever they pushed a cart over to sell lunch boxes, the ones given to them were always the fullest and had the most meat.

Students from some wagons who were preparing to join the march heard the news and came over. One student brought an organ and everyone sang some familiar military songs. Even the passengers in the wagon were infected and it turned into a chorus.

Ah Wu also hummed a few sentences, while Third Grandma Xu and others nearby were already moved to tears again.

In this era, material things were poor, but spiritual things were rich.

This was another feeling that Ah Wu had after coming to this era.

 

 

 

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