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"I came here this time just to return to my roots and worship my ancestors!" Wang Zhong said.

"His father, didn't the old party secretary also join the Red Army? The old party secretary must know this." Ma Huashui's wife's eyes lit up and she suddenly spoke up.

Ma Huanshui nodded, he thought the same thing, "Hunter, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that you came back specially to worship your ancestors. You must not make a mistake about such a big thing. The old branch secretary of our village used to

He also joined the Red Army when he was young, so he should know better. Let's ask the old party secretary first."

"Sorry to trouble you!" Wang Zhong said gratefully.

Shui Hua, who had just called Ma Huashui and his wife back, said: "Call Shui Shui. Since we are awake, I will go back first. There is still a lot of work to do at home!"

"Miss Shui Hua, Wang Zhong will remember your life-saving grace in his heart. He is currently involved in worldly affairs, but he will be rewarded in the future!"

"No, no, no! It happened to me too! You should go find the old branch secretary first and ask for details!" Shui Hua was quite frightened, so she said to Ma Huashui and left in a hurry.

"Your name is Wang Zhong?" Ma Huashui looked at Wang Zhong in surprise.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Yes, uncle!"

"I heard you speak well. You have read a lot of books, right?" Ma Huashui's eyes flashed with strange colors.

Wang Chong said with a smile: "I studied for a few years before, but then I had no one at home, so I joined the army. I just came back from the army."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two years old!"

Ma Huashui nodded: "One year older than my Defu."

"Okay, I'll take you to the old party secretary first!" Ma Huashui said to Defu's mother again: "It's almost dinner time, you cook first!"

Defu's mother said: "I know, you go ahead!"

Ma Huanshui led Wang Zhong out. On the way, Wang Zhong paid attention to the surrounding situation. Every household had the same adobe house, half-person-high walls, and gates made of firewood branches. There were many piles in the courtyard of every household.

Dried corn stalks.

The ground beneath your feet is full of loess, and with just a little force, you can stir up countless dust.

The air is dry, with little moisture.

Occasionally, you can see a few jujube trees, surrounded by undulating mountains and mounds, but as far as you can see, there are not a few trees in sight. The mountains are covered with wild grass and warblers are flying, but there are no green waters or green mountains.

No wonder there is a need to relocate to Diaozhuang. There is not even an open river. Even if there is land for farming, there is not much water for irrigation.

Without water, crops cannot be grown. This is indeed the case. Wang Zhong specifically checked the information. During this period, with the increase in population in Xihaigu, there was a large amount of deforestation, and the forest coverage rate dropped to just over a little percent.

, soil erosion is particularly serious, and the yield in the field has reached a new low.

Walking along the compacted loess road, bypassing a dozen or so houses, we came to a small courtyard that occupies a large area.

There was an old man in the courtyard with a cigarette stick that looked quite old at first sight, and a pile of thatch next to it, and he was rubbing a straw rope.

"Uncle!"

Ma Huanshui started shouting outside the courtyard, pushed open the fence door, and walked in with Wang Zhong.

"Call for water!" The old branch secretary stopped what he was doing when he heard the sound, turned his head and glanced, then stood up and patted his thighs and trousers, asking: "Why are you here!"

"I have something to ask you about."

"You're asking me? What's going on?"

"This is a later thing!" Ma Huashui walked to the old party secretary: "It's hot outside, let's go inside and drink water!"

"Come in, come in!" The old party secretary also invited Wang Zhong to come in.

The furnishings in the old party secretary's house were similar to those in Ma Huanshui's house. The three of them walked into the main room, which also had a square table, several benches, and a few upside-down white porcelain bowls and a clay pot on the table.

The walls around the house are full of things.

Ma called for water and put three bowls on the table, poured water in, first brought the bowl to the old branch secretary, then brought the bowl to Wang Zhong, and warned: "You have just recovered, don't drink too much at once, take your time."

"Thank you, uncle!" Wang Zhong said with a smile. Although he was not seriously injured, Wang Zhong could feel Ma Huanshui's kindness.

"Why haven't I seen this young man? He's not from our village!" The old party secretary held the cigarette pole, lit the match and took a puff, while looking around Wang Zhong.

"Old man, my name is Wang Zhong, and I am from Yongquan Village. During the Republic of China, there was great chaos outside. My great-grandfather Wang Shunqing, my great-grandmother and my grandfather Wang Yongfu came to Yongquan Village to avoid trouble and settle down.

"

"Are you the grandson of Brother Yongfu?" The old party secretary stood up in excitement and looked at Wang Zhong in astonishment, eyes full of disbelief.

"Does the old party secretary know my grandfather?" Wang Jian nodded and asked.

"Uncle! Don't get excited, sit down and talk slowly!" Ma Huashui quickly pulled the old party secretary to sit down.

The old party secretary sighed, with memories in his eyes, and said in a sad tone: "We know each other, why don't we know each other!"

"I think when I joined the Red Army, it was Brother Yongfu who took me there." The old party secretary did join the Red Army, but he only went twenty miles away when he was shot in the butt by the Ma Jiajun. He couldn't follow the team anymore, so he just

If you can return to Yongquan Village, you can continue to eat with your back turned to the sky and your face to the loess.

"I just didn't expect that there would be no news after Brother Yongfu left. Your great-grandfather and great-grandmother only had his son. There was no news for many years. Everyone thought he died on the battlefield. Your great-grandmother fell ill not long after.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she left within a few years. After your great-grandmother left, your great-grandfather followed her within two years, and it was still the village's funeral arrangements."

As he spoke, the old branch secretary suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Wang Zhong, asking: "By the way, where is your grandfather?"

"Since he is alive, why hasn't he come back to see him for so many years?"

"well!"

Wang Zhong sighed and said with the same sigh: "It's not that my grandfather doesn't want to come back, it's that he was injured and lost his memory!"

"Have you been injured and lost your memory?" the old party secretary asked doubtfully.

Wang Zhongdao: "After my grandfather joined the Red Army, he was tossed all the way. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he married my grandmother. Just over a week after the marriage, he joined the Volunteer Army. My grandmother was pregnant with my father at that time. In the end, my grandfather was fighting against the Japanese Japanese.

He was seriously injured during the accident. Both legs were blown off and had to be amputated. There was also a piece of shrapnel in his brain. He was in a coma for more than a year before he woke up. When he woke up, he couldn't remember many things.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before Hou Tou died, he remembered that his hometown is Yongquan Village, Gugangou Township, Xihai. He left his last words and asked my dad to take his and my grandma’s ashes back to Yongquan.

He came from the village and was buried next to his great-grandfather and great-grandma, saying that he could not fulfill his filial piety in front of his great-grandfather and great-aunt during his lifetime, and would stay with them underground after his death."

"But before my father could bring them back, he went to the battlefield again and died on the border of southern Yunnan. My mother raised me alone and told me this before she died."

After hearing Wang Zhong's story, even Ma Huanshui couldn't help but be moved.

"Hey!" The old branch secretary sighed and said with emotion: "Everything in the world is unpredictable!"

"Since ancient times, it has been difficult to have both loyalty and filial piety. Brother Yongfu...hey!"

"Xiao Zhong, your grandfather and your father, they are both martyrs and heroes!"

The two of them expressed their feelings.

"..."

Immediately, the three of them returned to Ma Huanshui's house and took the jar of ashes brought back by Wang Zhong. The old party secretary led the way and led Wang Zhong and Ma Huanshui to the back mountain with hoes and shovels on their backs. They found Wang Zhong in this place.

The graves of great-grandfather and great-grandmother in this world.

It is said to be a tomb, but in fact it is just two small earthen mounds, not even a monument.

Wang Zhong didn't let Ma call for water to help. He spent more than half an hour digging a big hole next to the grave, buried the ashes in it, quickly filled it up, and built it into a small grave.

When the three of them went down the mountain, the sun had disappeared into the horizon and the sky was starting to get a little dark.

Ma Huashui took the old party secretary and Wang Zhong with him and went to his house for dinner together.

Wang Zhong also met Ma Debao, who was still a teenager, and Ma Dehua, a small girl.

At the dinner table, Ma Huanshui took out half a bottle of sorghum wine from his collection and divided it among the teapots. The staple food was potatoes and porridge cooked with stick noodles, and the side dish was a plate of fried pickles with dried chili peppers.

There was no fishy taste, but there were enough potatoes, pickles and wine. It was already the most sumptuous meal Ma Huanshui could offer.

"Wang Zhong! What are your plans next?"

The old party secretary felt quite heavy. In his heart, Wang Zhong had become his nephew and descendant.

"Old man, my household registration has been moved back. Back then, Yongquan Village took in my great-grandfather's family and helped them collect their bones and arrange their funeral arrangements. For such kindness, I have no ability and I don't know how to repay everyone...

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"Hey!" Before Wang Zhong could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ma Huanshui: "You kid, what do you mean by repayment? They are all from the same village. Besides, your grandfather went to the battlefield to fight for his life.

Yes, without them, we wouldn’t have the peaceful life we ​​have today.”

"You are right to call Uncle Shui! You are not allowed to mention repayment in the future!" The old party secretary said with deep approval and gave Wang Zhong an accusing look.

"Okay!" A smile appeared on Wang Zhong's face: "No more, no more!"

"Yes, you just said that you signed your household registration back?" Ma Huashui put his outstretched chopsticks on the pickle plate, was stunned for a moment, and looked at Wang Zhong in surprise and asked.

Wang Jian nodded: "Before I come back, I have completed the procedures in Lanzhou. Now I just need the village to issue an acceptance certificate. I will go to the county again and it will be done!"

These are naturally masterpieces of the system.
To be continued...