The next day the sky was a bit gloomy.
The rooster had just crowed for the second time when the village loudspeaker sounded, calling on all the villagers, young and old, to go to the fields to harvest.
If it drizzles, it's fine. But if there is a storm, all the food will be left in the fields.
The family of four was also awakened by the horn. After a simple breakfast, the worker who was invited to fix the kang arrived.
This time, I not only have to repair the kang in the second bedroom, but also help renovate the kang for the two elders in the east wing.
Huo Donglin had learned some bricklaying skills, so he rolled up his sleeves and went forward to help.
First of all, we need to take down all the kangs, which is a long project.
Truckloads of waste were temporarily piled up in the corner. Even though it was a cloudy day, Huo Donglin's military green shirt was soaked with sweat.
Jiang Ningning came over with a small jar and said, "Come and drink some mung bean soup to quench your thirst. Take a rest for a while and then continue working."
This little job meant nothing to Huo Donglin. Facing his wife's worried eyes, he felt as happy as drinking honey.
The corners of his hard lips softened and curled up, and he took the jar from her hand. "It's so heavy? Why do you ask me to carry it?"
The pain in the man's dark eyes almost burst out.
How is this heavy?
Obviously even Manman Xia Xia can move it.
But it must be said that Jiang Ningning felt very upset. She stood on tiptoe and used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her face.
Huo Donglin bent down to let her wipe it more easily.
The distance between the two of them suddenly became very close.
If he moved down a little, he could kiss those cherry red lips.
Huo Donglin's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple rolled.
Just when 놛 was feeling regretful, a sweet fragrance suddenly approached and softly touched 놛's lips.
Instantly separate.
Jiang Ningning took two steps back, her watery almond eyes full of slyness, and she silently said two words: reward.
Huo Donglin touched his lips. What should he do? It seemed that he loved Ningning more and more!
I feel like no matter how much pain I put on her, it's never enough.
Manman and Xia Xia had short calves and walked a little slower, so she just happened to see her father smiling very preciously.
The dumplings got used to it and ran into the house to find their mother.
In the house, Jiang Ningning asked the workers to go out and drink mung bean soup.
Two-thirds of the kang had been removed, and the two of them were quite fast, so they would definitely be able to clean it all up before noon.
Xia Xia is very interested in the structure of the kang.
The craftsmanship passed down by our ancestors over the years is definitely not as simple as lighting the fire below and baking it on the stone slab above.
For example, the hole in the kang used to fill the fuel should have an edge at the back to prevent the ash from being pushed deep into the hole, making it easier to clean up later.
The little guy is always very sensible and will not climb to high places at will. Jiang Ningning thought that the soup was still simmering in the stove, so she went back to the kitchen to take a look and added more firewood.
When she came back, she saw the little kids sticking their butts out and digging something with a grunt.
The broken bricks had sharp edges. Jiang Ningning was afraid that the cubs would get hurt, so she quickly stepped forward and grabbed them around the waist with each hand.
The bodies suddenly flew into the air, and the dumplings were not scared at all.
Because he smelled the familiar scent of jasmine, 놊뇾 turned around and 늀 knew that 놆’s mother was here!
"Are you hurt?"
Jiang Ningning measured their hands nervously.
The guys shook their heads.
"Mom, there is a book down there and we want to take it out." Xia Xia said in a baby voice, pointing to the lower right corner with her dirty little hand.
Book?
How could there be a book in the kang hole?
Jiang Ningning felt very strange, so she put the cubs down, went forward to take a look, and found that there was indeed a rolled-up book hidden underneath.
It was wrapped in brown paper, revealing a stack of book pages.
Her eyes flickered and her breathing became heavier.
The surrounding bricks had been mostly cleaned up by the dumplings, and Jiang Ningning pulled hard and quickly pulled the book out, brushing off the dust.
But she didn't open it on the spot, but hid it in her clothes.
Seeing her mother's actions, Manman Xia Xia suddenly realized that this book was very important and did not ask any questions.
The two people outside were unaware of this little episode.
After drinking the mung bean soup, we continued to work.
Jiang Ningning put away the dishes and pots and put them back in the kitchen before taking the children back to the bedroom and locking the door from the inside.
After doing all this, she took out the book, peeled off layer after layer of brown paper, and unfolded it to take a look.
This is really just one book.
The most common Chinese textbook for sixth graders in primary schools.
But when they opened it, they found sheets of paper inside, each of which recorded the model, quantity and amount of machines purchased by the textile factory in the past five years.
Each machine is marked to see whether it is an old machine replaced with a new one and what problems exist. Who are the people in charge of purchasing and verification? Which funds in the factory had abnormal flows in a certain year and month?
In addition, there are several diaries recording how the former factory director and the head of the security department intimidated and bribed himself, and how he personally saw the location where the head of the security department buried the gold bars and secretly moved them under the persimmon tree.
The last page contained a letter with "Mingxia's personal address" written on the cover.
This is Jiang Ming's farewell letter to his wife and daughter:
"Mingxia, Ningning:
When you see this letter, you should have heard the news of my death.
The factory director and the head of the security department colluded to embezzle state property, involving a large number of people and a huge amount of money. I can't sit back and watch, guys, please leave me alone.
This morning, I stuffed the letter of complaint through the crack in the door of the Revolutionary Committee.
If there is no response, please be sure to hand over this account book and work notes to the provincial investigation team.
Mingxia, this Hero fountain pen is the one you gave me when we got married. Now the tip of the pen has been sharpened to a sickle-like arc that can dissect the cocoon of truth.
I regret dying for my country.
The only thing left to give up is our only daughter.
Hidden in the pillow core were 15 jin of national food coupons, 10 meat coupons, and two industrial coupons, which were the dowry saved for Ningning.
I just hope she can live a happy and peaceful life.
If there is someone suitable in the future who is good to Ningning, you should remarry.
Jiang Mingzi, night of January 18, 1966"
There were traces of tears on the letter paper, and the handwriting was messy.
My fingers were trembling under the kerosene lamp and my tears were flowing uncontrollably. How much loss and pain did I feel at that time?
Later, as expected, Jiang Ming really died in the fierce mountain torrent.
This letter was not found until ten years later.
The one who got it was Li Mingxia, the cute Ning Ning...
The ending of the whole family is BE!
Jiang Ningning bit her lower lip lightly, trying hard to suppress the sour pain in her chest, but she couldn't suppress it. The remaining emotions from the past were playing tricks on her.
Her heart ached so much that she could hardly breathe.
"Mom, why are you crying?"
The two kids panicked and stretched out their little hands to wipe her tears.
Jiang Ningning was surprised to find her cheeks were cold. She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
Kai said, his voice hoarse and choked: "Mom is fine, I saw the letter grandpa wrote."
"Your grandpa is an unsung hero!"
Manman patted her back gently and consoled her: "Mom, do you miss grandpa? Tomorrow we will go back to Qu County to visit grandpa and grandma's graves."
Jiang Ningning kissed the pups' white and tender cheeks, smiled with tears in her eyes and said, "Yes, let's go to the graves!"
Then he went to the capital and handed the account book to the central investigation team.
Let the hero rest in peace! !
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