kvmb Chapter 189 Boarding the Train Back Home
Chapter 189 Boarding the Train Back Home
Compared to the bustling crowds at Xu Fugui's house, Yan Bugui's house cannot compare, but there are still many people visiting.
Yan Jiecheng was promoted to deputy platoon leader in the guard company of the 382nd regiment. Many of the first batch of anti-US and aid Korean soldiers who returned to Sijiucheng came to visit Yan Jiecheng's home, including Liu Guangtian's home and Jia Dongxu's home. They also visited Qin Huairu's home and Lou's home in Hongxing Village to visit He Yushui. He Yushui is now seven years old and much taller than when she parted with He Yuzhu. She is a graceful little girl and has become smarter.
The 382nd Regiment was a killing alliance on the battlefield of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.
Wherever you go.
Kill wherever you want.
There is absolutely no grass growing.
It is a nightmare in the eyes of all the coalition forces of various countries.
Maybe the 382nd Regiment did not have much impact on the entire battlefield of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, but their presence definitely killed a lot more enemy troops.
The enemy.
Every death is a death.
The more the merrier.
Many fighters from the same city came to greet him.
"When my son comes back someday, I will go there and post the red stickers myself."
Yan Bugui spoke proudly to every visitor.
Yan Bugui's mouth was almost crooked from laughing.
The unprecedented vanity made Yan Bugui feel extremely satisfied.
In the last life, Yan Bugui was the first man in the courtyard to buy a 28-inch bicycle, and he also attempted to be the first to buy a TV. This shows that although he was stingy, he was also vain and cared about face. Being praised by everyone was the life he dreamed of. He achieved his goal today because his son became famous as a father.
After seeing off another visitor, Yan Bugui wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, went back to the house and used a kitchen knife to cut a quarter of the watermelon left on the chopping board. Yan Bugui gobbled the whole watermelon up. It was sweet and really quenched his thirst.
Seeing this, the three aunts also wanted to cut a piece of watermelon.
"What do you eat?"
"Didn't you eat at noon?"
"I've been so busy all day. What are you doing? All you do is follow me around with a smile on your face. What's the use of you? The rest of the watermelon is mine. You are not allowed to eat it."
Yan Bugui slapped the third aunt's hand away and stopped her from cutting the watermelon.
The third aunt rolled her eyes.
"If you don't want to eat, don't eat."
"Who is it?"
Third Aunt was a little angry, but she didn't dare to say anything too harsh to Yan Bugui. After all, Yan Bugui was the head of the family, and the family's financial power was in his hands. In this family, Third Aunt never had the final say, and it was Yan Bugui who had the final say, whether good or bad.
Yan Bugui didn't care about the third aunt at all. He just kept talking to himself: "Alas, because of Yan Jiecheng, I am now the grade group leader of Dongda Street Primary School. After a few more years, if my son moves up, I can also work hard to become the director of studies, and even become the principal of the primary school. Great, our family is prosperous now, great, great."
……
at the same time.
Liu Haizhongjia.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Liu Haizhong was smoking, drinking and laughing at home.
"It's settled this time. My son is about to return from the battlefield of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and he's the deputy platoon leader of the artillery battalion. I'm really proud of him. OK, he is worthy of being my good son. I've seen this kid as capable since he was young. There's nothing wrong with letting him join the army. This kid is really good material." Liu Haizhong drank another half cup of rice wine and felt a slight sweetness in his throat. He was happy from the bottom of his heart.
Just happy.
The second aunt next to him had a sharp face and said angrily, "Guangtian is not here, why are you praising him? Our eldest son is still the best."
Liu Haizhong regained his serious look and said in all seriousness, "Our eldest is definitely better, but we were worried that he might die on the battlefield, so we didn't let him go. If our eldest, Guangqi, had joined the army, I think he would have at least done about the same as He Yuzhu. He Yuzhu was able to become a regiment leader purely out of sheer luck, but our Guangqi is different. He has real talent and knowledge. Sigh, we are sorry for Guangqi. Maybe, if he had been allowed to join the army, he would have been able to rise to prominence, but that's not certain. What if he died?"
Second Aunt: "You love Guangqi the most, so why do you keep praising Guangtian?"
Liu Haizhong smiled and said, "I am just practicing. When the time comes, I will have to ask Guangtian to do something for me. Whether I can become a leader or not, I have to ask Guangtian to go to the factory and say a few good words for me. He is now a combat hero and a deputy platoon leader, so his words are effective."
As patriotic enthusiasm grows, the value of being a hero in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea is very high.
The second aunt nodded.
His expression softened a little.
As long as Liu Haizhong still puts his eldest son first, she will feel relieved.
"Master Liu."
"Is Master Liu home?"
There was a knock on the door at Liu Haizhong's house.
"Someone is visiting our house again." Second Aunt went to open the door with a smile on her face.
As the door opened, he saw a dark face about the same age as Liu Haizhong, a middle-aged man in his forties.
"Old Yu."
When Liu Haizhong saw the person coming, he immediately stood up to greet him.
Lao Yu is the deputy director of the steel rolling mill canteen.
She has two daughters. The eldest daughter is Yu Li, who is about the same age as Liu Guangtian and is eighteen years old this year. The younger daughter is Yu Haitang, who is the same age as He Yushui.
"The War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea was won, Master Liu, we are good friends, and your son is a war hero, so I will definitely come over as soon as possible."
As Old Yu spoke, he put down the roast duck and two plates of eggs he was holding.
When Liu Haizhong and the second aunt saw the roast duck, their eyes lit up.
"Too polite."
Liu Haizhong said.
Liu Haizhong quickly pulled Lao Yu to sit down and have a few drinks.
"Old Liu, our eldest daughter, Yu Li, is already at the age of marriage. What do you think... do you want to match her up with Guangtian..." Old Yu said drunkenly after three rounds of drinks.
Marry a war hero.
It's glorious.
Bring honor to the family.
Liu Haizhong put down the wine in his glass and said, "I've seen Yu Li. She's very pretty and one of the most beautiful girls in the eight streets around here. But our eldest son Guangqi hasn't married yet, and it's a bit inappropriate for the second son to get married first. Why not... let Yu Li and our eldest son Guangqi go on a blind date? Our Guangqi is even more capable than Guangtian, but he didn't join the army."
"This..." Old Yu touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed.
He just wanted his daughter to marry a war hero.
The brother of a war hero...
It is not what I want.
The second aunt said: "Our Guangqi is really capable. If Yu Li and Guangqi are together, they will definitely be happy. Besides, how bad can the treatment of a brother who is a war hero be? No one dares to mess with him."
"Old Yu, our eldest son is also a public official, so he has room for advancement," Liu Haizhong added.
Liu Haizhong and the second aunt looked at each other.
There are beautiful women.
The eldest one must come first.
Liu Guangtian stepped back slightly.
"Ok."
"If the children feel it is appropriate, that's fine."
Old Yu nodded and agreed to Liu Guangqi and Yu Li's blind date.
"Yes."
"Come on, come on, drink."
Liu Haizhong took the initiative to pour wine for Lao Yu.
……
Another seven or eight days passed.
The 382nd Regiment finally boarded the train back home.
"Bangdang..."
"Bangdang..."
The train was emitting thick black smoke and the sound of its wheels could be heard from time to time.
"How loud the victory song is
Sing our dear motherland
From now on, we will become prosperous and powerful
......"
From each train compartment, the sound of soldiers singing patriotic songs could be heard continuously.