Supreme Pharmacist System Chapter 267: Peace is the greatest happiness
Zhou Wen walked around the hillside.
The hillside is covered with dense bushes and bamboo forests, but the old man has carved out a place where he washes his hair and is close to the water source to grow all kinds of vegetables.
I haven't come back for more than ten days, and grass has grown in the vegetable field.
Zhou Wen looked at it, and then went back the same way.
When passing by the dog pen, the big wolf dog, who had just stuck its head out to bark, saw Zhou Wen and immediately retracted back in fright.
Several old men and women who came to visit Li Yunlan are still there.
Because Li Yunlan had Alzheimer's disease and cancer, everyone thought she would die in the hospital when she went to Jinling, but she didn't die, and her dementia was cured. kept asking her.
The old lady was told by Zhou Wen, so she didn't talk nonsense, just said that she was cured in the hospital.
Here the old man is washing rice and cooking lunch in the hut.
When Zhou Wen saw it, he hurried up to help.
"Master, you rest, leave it to me..."
Not waiting for the old man to refuse, Zhou Wen grabbed the rice cooker in his hand and put the water on the rice cooker.
Then took out the green vegetables, mushrooms, and spareribs bought on the road from the plastic bag, and quickly cooked the dishes.
His hands were blessed by the system, and he also drew an advanced cooking technique in the last lottery, so whether it is chopping or cooking, it is definitely a master level.
At first, Li Zhongyun was worried that Zhou Wen, a big doctor, would not cook, but he knew immediately when he saw the way he was chopping vegetables, and he was worried for nothing.
So I came back with a bundle of shredded wood from the firewood outside and started to burn...
Zhou Wen has a lot of things, hospitals, companies, research institutes, a lot of things.
There are still seven or eight system tasks waiting for him to complete.
He's in no hurry, though.
The world is in a panic, and the pictures are no more than a few taels of silver.
But he doesn't lack the few taels of silver now, so he acts more calmly and calmly.
After dinner, I wandered around the neighborhood, and then I chatted with the person in charge of the decoration company from the township, how to rebuild the old man's house.
At night, Zhou Wen stayed at the old man's house.
The old lady went to bed early.
The old man returned home and brought his wife back alive. He was in a good mood and had a few drinks with Zhou Wen.
After a few cups of high Maotai, the old man finally couldn't hold back, and told Zhou Wen about those glorious years.
"It was the spring of 1950, when I was 18..."
The old man is very old and speaks very slowly, and his memory is still a little vague. Some times, places, and people can't be remembered so clearly, but he hasn't forgotten a single bit of what happened.
With the old man's speech, Zhou Wen seems to have returned to the war-torn years.
During the period, the old man also mentioned his grandfather Zhou Kun.
According to the old man, his grandfather and Mr. Li Zhongyun once lied in a trench and fought side by side. Later, they were wounded and discharged from the army, and they have lost contact since then.
With the strength of the wine, the old man got up and rummaged under the table.
"Sit, sir, tell me where I am, and I'll find you..."
Under the guidance of the old man, Zhou Wen took out a pickle jar with a thick mud seal, covered with spider webs and brown dust.
The old man wiped off the cobwebs and dust on the pickle jar with a rag, then pulled the twisted end of the rope to untie it, and lifted the mud seal and plastic sheet together.
Draw out a stack of commemorative medals, badges of honor wrapped in clear plastic wrap, and even copper bowls and faded white enamel jars for eating.
The others were fine, but one of the dark gray silver military medals engraved with Korean-Korean script surprised Zhou Wen.
As far as he knows, only those who have won the first-class merit or three major merits of the Volunteer Army, or two major merits in one battle, will be awarded the Military Merit Medal.
Li Zhongyun saw the medal with a proud look on his dark face, took it over and slowly began to talk.
"It was the winter of 1950 and I remember it was cold..."
While listening to the old man tell about the history of blood and fire, Zhou Wen flipped through the various commemorative medals and certificates of honor on the table.
When the old man was almost talking, Zhou Wen asked: "Old man, let me ask you something, why didn't my grandfather mention his participation in the North Korea-Korea battlefield? And you too, if I hadn't asked you before, You probably won't admit it either."
The old man had a sad look on his face when he heard this.
Zhou Wen poured him half a glass of wine.
The old man picked up and poured the wine into his mouth, sighed deeply and said, "Do you know what a battlefield is?
Let me tell you, the battlefield...isn't as hot-blooded as it's shown on TV.
You won't know until you're on the battlefield, you're going to die if you're cut by a knife!
Understand the blood-soaked truth that I won't kill you, you will kill me.
When the bomb explodes around, when the comrades beside him are shot through the head, when the bayonet fight begins, a soldier will not remember why he participated in the war.
At that time, justice, truth, and the country were all on one side. The biggest motivation for them to fight was that they could go home alive and avenge their dead comrades by killing each other! "
After the old man said this, he couldn't help gasping for a few breaths.
He picked up the cigarette case on the table with trembling hands.
Zhou Wen quickly picked up the lighter and helped the old man light it.
"Also, compared to being killed by a knife or a bullet, there is a more cruel death...
Because it was fighting in a foreign country, the logistics supply was very difficult at first, and our 38th Corps was the first batch of landing troops...
We have to fight not only the enemy, but also starvation. Many commanders and fighters were not killed in the battle, but starved to death..."
Speaking of this, the old man was reluctant to recall and said sadly: "Compared with war, peace is the greatest happiness!"
"You're right!"
Zhou Wen agreed with it, and at the same time understood why his grandfather and old man were reluctant to bring up his war past.
In his opinion, this is an extremely glorious thing, but in the eyes of the old man and the others, this may be the last thing they want to mention.
Otherwise there would be no war sequelae and battlefield syndrome.
What's more, the soldiers who survived the anti-M aid C, which was not a nine-year-old?
A dinner was eaten for more than three hours.
It doesn't end until ten o'clock.
……
"Ooooooo~~~"
When the rooster crowing came from his ears, Zhou Wen slowly opened his eyes, ignorantly thinking that he was in his hometown in Jiangdu.
But when I saw the cobweb-covered roof, I remembered that I am now in Yongyang, Hui Province.
When I woke up, breakfast, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns were already placed on the dining table in the hall.
Zhou Wen hesitated for a while before remembering that Wang Wu must have bought it.
When I got out of the house, I saw that the old man was pushing the old lady for a walk on the concrete road in front.
Zhou Wen came to the humble kitchen. On the small square table next to the stove were toothbrushes, toothpaste and towels.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he came to the car and asked, "Have you eaten?"
Wang Wu, who was sitting in the car, said: "We have all eaten."
"So early?"
Zhou Wen said something and went back to the house for breakfast.
The old couple just came back after breakfast.
Zhou Wen told the old man about the repair of the house, and the old man hurriedly said no.
But seeing that he has been insisting on~IndoMTL.com~ Mr. Li Zhongyun didn't say anything, anyway, the favor has been owed, and if nothing else, he can't afford it in this life, so he went with Zhou Wen.
While chatting, Zhou Wen suddenly thought of one thing, "By the way, old man, why don't you receive a pension? According to your situation and Yongyang's local policy, the minimum monthly payment is 5,000 yuan."
I don't want to mention the past events of the battlefield. Zhou Wen can understand it, but he doesn't even have money for medical treatment, and he doesn't want to ask for a pension. He can't understand this.
This is money for life.
The old man sighed and said, "A few years ago, I went to the county WZB and the Civil Affairs Bureau to ask, but they said they couldn't find my file... I asked several times, but there was no news, and then it was gone. ."
Zhou Wen paled in shock, "What, there is such a thing..."
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