Yu Zecheng said: "No! As soon as you show up in the village, you and I will be punished! But when we get to Shipai, there are no scruples! The same goes for Yu Jihong!"

Wan Guimin breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "If you can show up after leaving your hometown, there will be no problem!"

Yu Zecheng said: "When we go to see your parents, you'd better give them a token. Or bring a special message! Otherwise, they may not believe me."

Wan Guimin thought for a while and said: "The token is gone. Just say, 'Son, when you grow up, you must be honest in your dealings with others!'"

In the afternoon of that day, Yu Zecheng and his party arrived at Niuwa Village, Wan Guimin's hometown.

The troops were stationed in the village, and Wang Qiangun ran from house to house, paying for accommodation.

Only Wan Guimin and an artillery company soldier were camping outside the village.

Yu Zecheng arrived at Wan Daming's home. When he entered the door, he saw Wan Guimin's portrait. It was hand-painted and looked 70-80% similar to Wan Daming's.

A middle-aged man came out and saw that Yu Ze looked like an officer, so he asked, "Sir, what's the matter with coming to my humble residence?"

Yu Zecheng knew that the middle-aged man must be Wan Guimin's father, and said: "Uncle, I am a comrade of the Ming Dynasty! We have fought together. Today I came specially to visit the two old men, my sister-in-law, and my nephew."

The middle-aged man's name was Wan Taoshan. He secretly wiped his eyes and said, "Thank you, this officer, for still thinking about the Wan family. Ming Dynasty sacrificed his life for the country, so we are not sad!"

What a simple language! Yu Zecheng was very moved by the truthfulness and endurance of people in this era! He lowered his voice and said: "Uncle, Daming is not dead! He was saved. He is outside the village now, because the person who saved him

He is from over there, but he can’t show his face in his hometown!”

Wan Taoshan's first feeling was that he didn't believe it! The government had already issued a death notice, so how could it be false? He said: "Sir, don't comfort us. We can survive! Since ancient times, I don't know.

How many men have sacrificed their lives for the country! The Ming Dynasty is the pride of my family!"

Yu Zecheng was even more moved! If he were a person of this era, he might not have any special reaction after hearing this, but he comes from later generations...

He said: "Uncle, come with me to see the Ming Dynasty outside the village! However, you can't tell my aunt and sister-in-law about this yet."

Wan Taoshan was pulled away, and he walked out of the village with hesitation. Soon, he saw a man, who was he if he wasn't his son?

When Wan Guimin saw Yu Zecheng coming with his father, he immediately ran over, knelt on his knees, kowtowed three times, and said, "Dad, my unfilial son has come back to pick you up!"

Wan Taoshan stepped forward and touched his son's head. Tears flowed out uncontrollably and said, "It'll be good when you're back! It'll be good when you're back!"

Yu Zecheng pulled Wan Guimin up and said to Wan Taoshan: "Uncle, we are here to take your family to live in Shipai Town, Yichang. When you go back, you have to be an old aunt and an aunt."

Sister-in-law’s ideological work. Let’s leave together tomorrow!”

"Go to Yichang Shipai to calm down?" Wan Taoshan thought for a while. He was old and of course he was unwilling to leave his hometown. He looked at his son and gritted his teeth and made up his mind!

He said: "They are not a problem! We may not be able to make it in time to move tomorrow. At least we need to say hello to our relatives and fellow villagers!"

Wan Guimin quickly said: "Father, Chief Yu wants to recruit some soldiers with special skills nearby, that is, young men with good marksmanship and strong strength. Do you think you can find a few?"

Wan Taoshan looked at Yu Zecheng and said, "If Chief Yu can give me three days, I can help you recruit a few kids!"

Yu Zecheng thought that the troops should also be repaired, so he said: "Okay! Uncle, we will set off in three days!"

Later, Yu Zecheng and Wan Taoshan returned to the village. At this time, Wan Taoshan's face was no longer sad, and he walked much more relaxedly...

Early the next morning, Yu Zecheng arranged for the troops to start training!

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and apart from some young and middle-aged people in the village who are busy making glutinous rice cakes, most people in the village come to watch the training of the troops.

A young man with a scar on his face pointed at Yu Daonian's gun and said, "What is that thing hanging on that gun?"

Another tall young man shook his head and said, "I've never seen it before!"

Wang Qiangun heard this and walked up to the two young men and said, "I have long heard that most people in Niuwa Village are sharpshooters. Are you two?"

The young man with the scar on his face held his head high and said, "Of course!"

Wang Qiangun deliberately provoked the general and said, "Do you dare to test your marksmanship with us?"

Scarzi laughed loudly and said: "What kind of sharpshooters can you have in the Guo Army? What are we afraid of?"

Wang Qiangun took out an 80% new official rifle and said, "There are three people on each side. If you all win, the prize will be three rifles!"

Everyone else gathered around.

The tall young man was worried that the village would not be able to win the lottery, so he asked, "What if we lose?"

Wang Qiangun said casually: "If you lose, we don't want the prize either!"

Scarzi didn't believe it in his heart, so he asked: "Then didn't you suffer a loss?"

Wang Qiangun said as if he didn't care: "We have too many guns, so it doesn't matter if we give you three! Besides, you may not win!"

Everyone was overjoyed!

"Sir, this is not a joke, is it? Where can such a good thing come from?"

"It's these pot soldiers who look down on us!"

"I want to go up and compete with them. I want to win a gun!"

"Your marksmanship is not among the top ten in the village. My wife is better than you. Can it be your turn?"

…

Scarzi said: "We can't run the family yet, I'll go find the village chief!"

After that, without waiting for Wang Qiangun's reply, he ran towards the village!

After a while, Scarzi brought Wan Taoshan and Yu Zecheng over.

After other young adults in the village heard about the competition and gave away guns, they stopped fighting and rushed over. Just kidding, who doesn’t want to win a gun? What’s a pot of glutinous rice?

Looking at the sharpshooters from the whole village gathered here, Wan Taoshan shouted loudly: "Everyone, listen up. This Chief Yu said that the village can select three sharpshooters to compete with the sharpshooters in the army. If our

If you win, you will be rewarded with a rifle! Okay, now everyone raises their hands to sign up!"

A dozen hands were raised in the crowd of young and middle-aged people.

At this time, a young woman shouted: "Village chief, can we women sign up?"

"Yes! But only one person can sign up per family!" Wan Taoshan replied. Seeing that there were too many people signing up, he said, "There are too many people. Let me designate three!"

"Village chief, appoint me!"

"Village Chief, I am the best sharpshooter in the village!"

"You are the best sharpshooter!"

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Chapter completed!