Hello, 1983

"Hello, 1983 ()"

"Brother, your arm..."

Er Biaozi exclaimed in surprise.

"Dalong, you are..."

Zhang Lianxi felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if he had been hit hard on his chest, he fell backwards before he could get up.

Fortunately, Liu Qingshan was fully alert, stretched out his hands, hugged him, and slowly put him on the bed.

Then, he took out a small flat tin box from his pocket, quickly opened the box, and took out something.

Gently squeezed with his fingers, he crushed the sealing wax on the outside, revealing the small black pills inside. He directly pinched Zhang Lianxi's chin, stuffed it into his mouth, and poked his fingers under his tongue.

This is the pill given to him by the mute master. It contains bear bile, musk, ginseng and other medicines. The biggest effect is to strengthen the heart.

It's almost equivalent to a quick-acting heart-saving pill.

It's just that the magic drug Suxiao Jiuxin Pill was only developed last year, and it is still extremely rare on the market.

"Father, what's the matter with you?"

Er Biaozi was so frightened that he was at a loss, so the only thing left was to cry.

Zhang Long was still in shock. He crouched beside the bed, stretched out his remaining right hand, and put it on his father's wrist, feeling the pulse beating stronger and stronger.

His tears, also dripping, fell on the sheets.

After about two or three minutes, Zhang Lianxi let out a sigh, and finally opened his eyes and saw the eldest son in front of him, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Father, you can't be more excited."

Zhang Long quickly comforted his father.

He knew that his mother died early, and the family was all supported by his father. People in their forties were like little old men.

Originally, I thought about joining the army, fighting for a good background, and helping my father support the family, but unfortunately now I have become disabled.

"Father, I'm fine, just one arm is missing. It doesn't matter what I do."

Zhang Longqiang endured the grief in his heart, but instead kept saying relief.

However, the effect was not very good. Zhang Lianxi couldn't calm down when he saw his son's empty sleeves.

Zhang Long said ruthlessly: "Father, three of our comrades in a class will never come back. Compared with them, I have one arm less, what is it?"

The people in the room couldn't help but be moved when they heard it. Only then did they realize the horror of war, and it would really kill people.

The kidnapper also tried his best to stand up straight, and then gave a solemn military salute.

Zhang Lianxi was also frightened. He stretched out his hands and grasped Zhang Long's hand tightly, as if he would lose his son if he let it go.

When Liu Qingshan took a look, he was relieved. He quietly pulled the clothes of the old party secretary and the kidnapper, and the three of them gently exited the room.

The three of them went to the outside and sat down on a long sofa. The old party secretary couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "Alas, it's a pity for this kid Dalong."

The kidnapper's grandfather comforted him: "Don't worry, the government will definitely settle it properly."

Liu Qingshan was silent. He knew that although Zhang Long was assigned to the down factory in the county seat and entered the security department, the factory closed down before the 1990s.

And Zhang Long, who is very emotional, together with several comrades in arms, silently takes care of the families of the three sacrificed comrades in arms, and remits money on time every month.

Because of this, his wife who was a philistine fell out with him and got divorced, leaving him alone to struggle in this society and to suffer all the pains and sorrows.

For the promises he made to his comrades at the beginning, he could stick to it for most of his life. He is indeed a man.

Liu Qingshan respects such people. They may be poor, but they are never humble.

In this life, he felt that it was necessary to help Zhang Long to get rid of his old ways, so that he could live with his head held high.

When the door of Room 101 reopened, the expressions of the father and son became much calmer, and they could only choose to accept the facts in front of them.

Liu Qingshan was just about to chat with Zhang Long, but at this time several cadres from the Military Department came to visit Zhang Long and his family.

By the time these people left, it was time for dinner.

On Lin Zizhou's side, there was Zheng Hongqi entertaining him, so Liu Qingshan didn't need to care about him, he simply had another meal here, and the food was not bad.

"You're Sanfeng, right? You've grown into a big boy in a blink of an eye. Thank you."

Zhang Long vaguely remembered Liu Qingshan's appearance, and just heard his brother talk about some things in the village, so he also looked at Liu Qingshan with admiration.

Liu Qingshan chatted while eating: "Brother Dalong, what are your plans in the future?"

"The county will arrange the work in a unified way, I obey the assignment, and the families of the three comrades in arms also need our funding."

Zhang Long is still full of hope for the future. After all, he is only in his early twenties this year.

He is a child of a peasant family. Now he can work in the county, eat commercial grains, and take up an iron rice bowl. He is content.

But Liu Qingshan shook his head: "Brother Dalong, I don't recommend you do this, let's go back to Jiapigou."

The people at the dinner table all looked at him in surprise, Er Biaozi also stretched out his hand and tried to touch Liu Qingshan's forehead: Sanfeng is not talking nonsense because of a fever, right?

How can anyone leave the iron rice bowl in the county seat and go back to the countryside to farm?

Zhang Long looked contemplative: If it were an ordinary half-sized boy, even if his younger brother Er Biaozi said that, Zhang Long would definitely sneer.

But after learning about Liu Qingshan, Zhang Long had to think carefully.

The family has earned more than 1,000 yuan this year, and the second brother has also learned the craft of rice cultivation. All of this comes from Liu Qingshan in front of him.

So Zhang Long did not refute lightly, but asked, "Sanfeng, what do you say?"

Liu Qingshan first served Zhang Long a bowl of sauerkraut and white broth, and then he also served a bowl, so he said calmly:

"Brother Dalong, from a general perspective, with the deepening of the reform, the iron rice bowl will definitely be broken; from your personal point of view, you have family members and the families of comrades-in-arms who need your care, dozens of yuan a month. Is your salary really enough?"

This question is very practical, and Zhang Long must consider it carefully.

"It's better to receive a recovery fee, plus the compensation reward for the fighting hero, it should be a lot, right?"

All Liu Qingshan knew was that the recovery fee at that time was not much. The average soldier with agricultural household registration was one or two hundred yuan, plus a few hundred catties of food stamps.

However, Zhang Long's situation is rather special, and he should be able to have several thousand yuan.

This proposal from Liu Qingshan made Zhang Lianxi frown: "If you receive a sum of money, it will be dead money after all, and it will be gone when you spend it all."

"Uncle Xizi, Brother Dalong can take this money and invest in our cooperative. No one should object, right?"

Liu Qingshan shared his plans. He believed that the future development of Jiapigou would benefit every member of the cooperative.

"Well, that seems to work!"

Er Biaozi experienced dividends before the New Year, so he took the lead in supporting it. Even if he worked in the factory for a year, can he earn 1,000 yuan?

Zhang Lianxi was also a little moved, but he still couldn't bear the temptation brought by commodity grain and iron rice bowl.

For the rural people at that time, these two things were simply their greatest pursuits in life.

After killing a large bowl of pickled cabbage soup, Zhang Long finally said, "Sanfeng, I will consider it."

Liu Qingshan nodded. He did everything he could. As for how to choose, it was Zhang Long's freedom.

After the meal, the others stayed here to participate in the commendation meeting tomorrow, and Liu Qingshan returned to the government guest house.

Lin Zizhou had also finished eating and was chatting with Zheng Hongqi. The two of them seemed to get along well.

Next to him, Zheng Xiaoxiao also held a book and accompanied him there.

However, this girl didn't pay much attention to reading, and she noticed Liu Qingshan at first sight, so she stood up and ran back to her room.

Hey, why are you still hiding?

Liu Qingshan was a little puzzled, but soon saw Zheng Xiaoxiao carrying a schoolbag, and ran out again like a gust of wind, patted the bulging schoolbag with his little hand, and said excitedly:

"This is an extra-curricular book for Sifeng and Wufeng, and it happened to be delivered to them by your car."

Liu Qingshan really wanted to tell her: Bring something, I will help you bring it back, you don't have to go.

However, considering the consequences of saying this, it is a bit unpredictable, so I didn't say anything.

Zheng Hongqi also fondly touched his little sister's little head. He felt that the atmosphere in Liu Qingshan's house was very good, and his sister liked it too. Obviously, he didn't stay there enough.

Seeing Liu Qingshan, Lin Zizhou couldn't help joking:

"Qingshan, you little slicker, you are still in ambush with me. Why didn't you honestly explain what happened in Spring City and the Canton Fair?"

"Uncle Lin, I am an honest person."

Liu Qingshan first put a label on his face.

Chi, Zheng Xiaoxiao's slightly contemptuous voice sounded beside her, apparently even she didn't believe it.

By the time they drove back to Jiapigou in two cars, it was nearly eight o'clock in the evening when they saw Zheng Xiaoxiao coming again, making the fourth and fifth children jump for joy.

One person took her by one arm and pulled her directly into the room, and soon there was laughter and laughter in the room.

...

The next day, it was the fifth day of the first lunar month, commonly known as the fifth day of the first lunar month. In the morning, we had to eat dumplings and boiled eggs.

The second sister, Liu Yinfeng, is today's birthday.

It's a good birthday for her, and she doesn't have to celebrate it every year.

It's just that there are no eggs at this time in previous years, so this year will be enough.

"Second sister, I wish you a happy birthday, all your wishes come true."

During the meal, Liu Qingshan took the lead in sending wishes.

The so-called wish comes true, of course, is admitted to the university, Liu Qingshan believes that this second sister will definitely be able to achieve this wish.

Liu Yinfeng also smiled beautifully, and distributed eggs to everyone.

"Second sister's eggs must be eaten, so you can study well."

Liu Qingshan also followed suit.

Hearing what he said, Little Old Fourth bit down most of the egg in one bite, but the yolk of the egg was too dry, and he choked all of a sudden.

Lin Zhi put his hand in front of the fourth elder's mouth, and the younger fourth shook his head, indicating that he could not spit it out.

It was Shan Xing who scooped up the dumpling soup with a small spoon and slowly put it into the mouth of the fourth child, which was considered to be the delivery of the egg yolk.

"If I spit it out, I will definitely get zero in the future exam."

The little elder looked like he had lingering fears, and was glad he didn't vomit.

you child!

Lin Zhi couldn't help but poked her little forehead lightly.

After dinner, Liu Qingshan led them to play on the Xiaosongjiang River for a while, and the fourth one went home to read a book.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, when Liu Qingshan was cooking on the edge of the pot, he saw Er Biaozi eagerly poking his head from the outside:

"Sanfeng'er, my brother is here!"

Liu Qingshan handed the cooking spoon to the second sister, and then went out to greet him, only to see Zhang Long standing in the courtyard, looking at him with bright eyes.

"Brother Dalong, welcome back."

It seems that he has made a choice, Liu Qingshan said with a smile.

Zhang Long took two steps forward, stretched out his right hand, and patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder:

"Sanfeng, when I come back this time, I'm not going to leave!"