“I can see what Hongmei is thinking. She wants to find a good partner. We can’t cause trouble for Fangfang.”
"Then let Xiuxiu go?"
"Let me think about it some more. I should also ask Fangfang about this."
Lu Zhaokun looked at the letter again, then blew out the oil lamp.
"Alright, go to sleep now, you have to get up early for work tomorrow."
Yang Cuilan lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), feeling uneasy, and it took her a long time to fall asleep.
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No. 76 Shijia Hutong, Dongcheng District, Beijing.
Zhuang's father had already learned that his son had been awarded the title of Second-Class Combat Hero and his daughter-in-law had been awarded the Third-Class Merit and the title of Model Military Wife.
He even saw his son and daughter-in-law in the People's Liberation Army Daily, reading articles about capturing spies.
He was very happy. He took the newspaper, invited a few old comrades-in-arms, and showed off his good feelings.
He also called several of his old comrades-in-arms from other places one by one.
Second-class combat hero, what an honorable title! Back in the Korean War, he dreamed of earning that title.
But there are too many hidden talents in the military.
There are first-class combat heroes who defended the high ground, repelled more than forty enemy attacks, and killed more than 280 enemy soldiers.
There was a sniper hero who, after only two months of training, had already killed 214 enemy soldiers.
There was a lone hero who captured sixty-three enemy soldiers all by himself.
There was also a sniper hero who killed 203 enemy soldiers with only 206 bullets.
...
It was so difficult, but thankfully, his son finally fulfilled his wish.
Upon learning that the military region was going to send him a congratulatory message, Mr. Zhuang changed into his military uniform early in the morning and sat upright in the courtyard to wait.
"Bang, bang, bang."
The people in the courtyard opened the door, and a group of soldiers in military uniforms walked in, led by a military officer.
Zhuang's father stood up excitedly in the courtyard.
"Comrade Zhuang Zhongxun, your son has been awarded the title of Second-Class Combat Hero in the Lanzhou Military Region. We have come to deliver the good news to you."
The military officer solemnly handed him the award certificate and then saluted him.
With tears in his eyes, Zhuang's father looked at the certificate, then bit it with his teeth, freeing his hand to return a military salute to the soldiers opposite him.
After everyone left, he looked at the good news in his hand and was overjoyed.
"Chunyan, cook a couple more dishes for lunch. Stew the mushrooms and bear meat that Mingcheng and his wife sent, and also cook a rabbit. A few of my old comrades will be coming over later."
"Okay, I'll do it right away."
"Uncle, please come inside. It's getting chilly outside."
"Alright, go ahead, don't worry about me."
Zhuang's father stood up with the good news in his hand and excitedly returned to the north room.
When my old comrades-in-arms arrive, I must let them have a good look at me.
They still didn't believe that Mingcheng had been awarded the title of Second-Class Combat Hero, but now that the good news has arrived, let's see what they have to say.
Looking at the phone in the room, Mr. Zhuang hesitated for a moment, deciding to call again tomorrow.
"That brat, he didn't even tell me about such a great occasion himself."
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