Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 848

In the middle of the night, Erya and Jinsong lit sheets of paper in the kitchen at home.

"Mom, you are feudal superstition!" Jinsong complained.

"Shut up! This is burning money for your dead Second Grandfather!" Er Ya replied.

Second Master Qi has been dead for more than ten years, and this time Jinsong is going to leave home to go to a far place, Erya specially asked Jinsong to burn money for Second Master Qi before his departure.

Now there is no way to buy the flower paper burned at the grave in the store. Erya found out the waste paper used by Jinsong and held the RMB with both hands and pressed it lightly on the paper. Each piece must be carefully pressed. Just this matter Erya was busy for over an hour.

They didn't dare to burn paper outside, so the two of them gave money to the dead Second Master Qi in the kitchen late at night.

Seeing that all the paper had turned to ashes, Erya said, "Kowtow three times to your second grandpa Zai Tianzhiling."

Jinsong hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the pile of paper ashes.

Jinsong is leaving tomorrow, and the two of them are not sleepy at all.

Erya said to Jinsong sternly: "Don't waste money outside! Except for food and clothing, the rest of the money will be sent back, and I will save it for you when you marry a wife in the future."

"Okay!" Jinsong replied.

"In the past few years, I have saved dozens of catties of food stamps and dozens of feet of cloth stamps, and you can save even more when you get married! Get another bicycle ticket, buy a radio, and my daughter-in-law will Marry me in a good manner!" Er Ya raised her head and said yearningly.

Erya, who is in her early forties, has already fantasized about being a mother-in-law and holding grandchildren.

The neighbors in the neighborhood all rumored that Erya was a landlord's wife, and that there were a lot of gold and silver treasures hidden in the house, but the class status of Erya and Jinsong was not a landlord.

This is also the reason why Jinsong was able to successfully enter the military university in Harbin, which had a higher score than Qingbei University.

Now he is assigned to work in Northwest after graduation.

"I don't know if the country will assign you a daughter-in-law?" Erya said.

She has worked in a linen factory for more than ten years, her salary is very good, her house is allocated, her beds, tables, chairs, benches, work clothes, shoes, hats, towels and soap are all issued by the factory, and the mirror, washbasin and teacup are rewards for Erya as a model worker.

Looking around the whole room, almost all the things in the room are given by the factory.Now Erya feels that everything should be distributed by the state, and workers only need to work hard.

Now Arya's heart is filled with working-class pride.

"Why would the country assign a daughter-in-law? You have to find it yourself." Jinsong said dumbfounded.

"You can find it yourself, but you can't be picky, don't just look for someone who is diligent and thrifty and manages the house!" Er Ya warned.

"Yes!" Jinsong replied politely.

When Second Master Qi was alive, Jinsong dared to confront his mother twice, but after Second Master Qi died, he had no choice but to bow his head and obey his ears.

The two of them lay together on the bed without feeling sleepy, Erya has never let Jinsong leave her for so many years.

The next day, Erya sent Jinsong to the train station more than two hours early, and the closer the driving time was, the more Erya felt reluctant.

During the ticket check, Erya stood not far away and watched Jinsong carrying luggage through the ticket gate to the platform, she couldn't help but shed tears.

After taking the train for two days, Jinsong arrived in the capital, where he had to report for duty before rushing to the northwest.

There are already more than a dozen young people who are waiting to set off together in the guest house, and even those whose families are in the capital have to live here and wait to set off together.Jinsong knew a few of these people, and they were classmates in the same school and different departments.

A soldier in his 40s walked in, first looked at the file and called the roll, and then said seriously: "Large and small bags, you can clean them up in one day! You have to use the standards of soldiers now! I will lead you out tomorrow afternoon." , pack lightly!"

In the afternoon of the second day, Jinsong and the others got on the train from the capital and changed trains twice in four or five days before arriving at their destination.

A truck picks up people at this unnamed train station.

More than a dozen newly graduated students got on the truck and rushed to the research institute deep in the mountains.

After arriving at the institute, they arranged for a place to live, and then the soldier led them into the office of the institute.

The soldiers first seriously explained the disciplines and precautions to them, and then took them to meet the leaders of the research institute.Starting tomorrow, the dozen or so of them will be assigned to various research institutes for research work.

When introducing more than a dozen students to the leaders of the research institute, the soldier, that is, the political cadre of the research institute, told the names of the graduate schools and majors of these young people one by one to the leaders of the research institute, and at the same time introduced these leaders. Give Jinsong them.

"This is Director Guan Bicheng, the best centrifuge expert in our country!" The soldier pointed to a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit and said to Jinsong.

"This is Lin Jinsong, a high-achieving student majoring in mechanical design!" the soldier said to Director Guan Bicheng.

Guan Bicheng looked at Jinsong's big flickering eyes, and stared at his tall and straight figure for a long time.

"Where is your hometown?" Guan Bicheng asked.

"Northeast" Jinsong replied.

"Where is Northeast? Harbin?" Guan Bicheng asked.

"No, it's Mishan." Jinsong replied.

"Oh" Guan Bicheng nodded.

"You can talk to me in the future, we people should do a good job in teaching and guiding." Guan Bicheng said with a smile.

Dozens of young people in the collective dormitory held a welcome tea party for the new comrades.

Singing revolutionary songs and reciting revolutionary poems, the room was full of laughter.

Jinsong asked a young man who was assigned here two years ago: "Is Director Guan from the Northeast?"

"No, I seem to have heard that his hometown is the capital, and he came back from studying in France." The man replied.

The man suddenly approached Jinsong and said in a low voice, "Director Guan's lover is a foreigner. I've seen photos of his daughter. She looks so pretty!"

"What are you muttering about? Don't forget about organizational discipline! There are some things that you can't ask, let alone talk about!" A colleague next to him warned seriously.

Guan Bicheng returned to the single dormitory he had arranged for himself. He sat at the desk and looked at the photo of a mother and daughter on the desk.The woman, who was obviously a foreigner, wore ordinary clothes worn by Chinese women and had a size five hair. Standing beside her was a girl who was nearly 20 years old with two big braids.

According to the regulations, the family members of the researchers of the research institute live in other places, and the wife and daughter of Director Guan are still living in the capital thousands of kilometers away.

The girl's face with a bit of Western characteristics was beautiful and moving, and she looked at Guan Bicheng with two big eyes with a smile.

Guan Bicheng sat blankly and said to himself: "It's so similar, I almost thought that Qian Xiaobao, who was in his 20s, was standing in front of me again!"

(End of this chapter)