It was already 1:30 in the afternoon when Zhou Qiaolan was sent to her grandmother's house. When her grandmother saw that Qiaolan had lost weight and looked pale and weak, she burst into tears without saying a word.
The old man seemed to see his daughter who had fallen ill, and was overcome with grief.
After Song Yun and the political commissar sent the person away, they told Qiaolan's uncle and aunt what had happened. Seeing that they were both sincere in their willingness to accept Qiaolan, they felt relieved. They gave Qiaolan the rice and money they brought back from the Zhou family, and gave her some detailed instructions before leaving the village and rushing to the next stop.
The mission for the day is to visit at least three retired veterans’ homes, and now there is only one left.
As the remaining seven families of martyrs' orphans are relatively scattered, she plans to visit them all within three days.
Fortunately, everyone brought dry food with them when they went out, so they could chew on it when they were hungry. Otherwise, it would be difficult to get food in this place.
Song Yun closed her eyes and chewed some dry food. It was the compressed biscuits distributed by Uni-President. It had no taste and was extremely dry, but it satisfied her hunger.
I had just finished chewing a piece of compressed biscuit when the car stopped and I heard the driver say that we had arrived.
Song Yun looked at her watch and it was already 2:40 in the afternoon.
She got out of the car swiftly, and what she saw was a small village with only a dozen or so households scattered around. The houses were also far apart, unlike the villages she had passed before, where the houses were next to each other, and some houses even had a shared courtyard wall, so there was no extra land for the houses.
The small village is at the foot of the mountain, with a river nearby. The environment looks very nice, but I don’t know why there are so few people in the village.
Political Commissar came over and introduced Song Yun, "This is Guimen Village."
Song Yun was stunned. "What village?"
The political commissar lowered his voice, "Turtle Gate Village, turtle, turtle, it didn't have that name before. It used to be called Ghost Gate Village. They said this place was filled with yin energy and there was a ghost gate here. They also said that people who lived here didn't live long, so they named it Ghost Gate Village. Later, since they didn't allow these feudal superstitions, they changed the name to Turtle Gate Village."
Song Yun looked around and said with a smile, "This place has a unique terrain. It's close to the mountains and the water, and it's also on the wind's vent. There's a mountain breeze all year round, so the temperature is naturally cooler than other places."
The political commissar nodded, "Yes, that's what the head of the Gu regiment who came here to offer condolences said last year."
Song Yun brought four people with her to visit the veteran's home to express her condolences, and the rest were free to do as they pleased.
The political commissar came here every year and was familiar with the place. He took Song Yun directly to the small courtyard on the west side of the village.
In the courtyard, a man in his forties was doing carpentry work. He was shirtless, his skin was very tanned, and he was muscular. He was sweating profusely, with a serious expression. Perhaps the sound of planing the wood was too loud, so even Song Yun and the political commissar did not notice when they arrived at the courtyard door.
It was the political commissar who smiled and pushed open the half-closed courtyard door, calling out to him, "Cannon."
The man looked up and saw the political commissar. He immediately smiled broadly, "Old man, what are you doing here?" He saw Song Yun and the others following behind him, as well as the familiar grain bag. He then remembered what day it was, but he was reluctant to put down the planer in his hand. "You guys find a place to sit. I'll finish this little job in a minute. It'll be quick."
When she got closer, Song Yun realized that the man had no legs. He was sitting on a bench working, with his trouser legs hanging down, empty.
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