138 Uncle Grandpa Reminisces the Past
Ping'an helped the teacher for two days and received a reward from the teacher: a small bag of silver leaves, one hundred leaves, which was equivalent to ten taels, which was paid out of the public account.
He was already very happy. He really needed this for the New Year and had stockpiled three small bags.
Three days before the New Year, Wan Changsheng and Sun Hongyu returned to the courtyard and brought a lot of benefits distributed by the medical center, including rice, oil, and meat. They didn't have to go to Baicaotang before the eighth day of the next New Year.
Xiao Wu went to Da Wu's house. The only ones who stayed to celebrate the New Year were the Tong brothers and sisters, Yuan Qing, and Lin Feng. Er Qiang was not included. He always treated his aunt's house as his own home and stayed away from Hejia Village, which was his other home.
The Wan family did not hire any maids or servants. Ping'an made full use of the few people he had, including himself. Some were killing chickens, cutting meat, frying meatballs, making fried eggs and dumplings, and cleaning. They were all busy and happy.
Fried egg dumplings was his wife’s favorite thing to do in her previous life. She would fry a large plate of golden egg dumplings and put a dozen of them in chicken soup or pork ribs soup. They were delicious, beautiful, and especially appetizing.
When he was six years old, he taught his mother how to make it. Both of them loved it, but unfortunately, because their family was poor, they only had it twice.
Wan Changsheng bought a lot of meat, even a big pig in total. There were many people coming to celebrate the New Year this time, and they wanted to have a good time. For ordinary people like them, the most important thing was to eat well.
Part of the two hundred kilograms of pork was dried, part was braised, and twenty to thirty kilograms of meat was made into dried meat. As for the remaining one hundred kilograms, a small part was fried into meatballs.
Why fry so many meatballs?
According to Ping'an, farmers usually don't want to fry this kind of meatballs because it wastes oil and meat. But the Wan family lived a comfortable life on the farm this year, and as the New Year was approaching, each family would give him a big bowl of meatballs and buy him a pound of sugar as a token of their thoughtfulness.
There are forty-eight people in the village, which means there are only eight or nine families.
Of course Wan Changsheng and Mei Niang agreed.
Seeing that it was still early for dinner and most of the meatballs had been fried, Mei Niang put them in a bowl. She also cut a large plate of braised pork, pork belly and pork tongue, and asked Ping An to bring it to her uncle to drink some rice wine first. They could start eating after her husband came back with the food.
Sun Hongyu really enjoys this filial piety. He is almost fifty years old and after so many years of busy work, he is finally surrounded by his family.
This is something he has been thinking about since he turned forty, but he didn't notice it when he was young and busy.
"Uncle, eat it while it's hot. These meatballs must be eaten hot. They won't taste good if they're cold."
"Please sit down and eat with Uncle."
"Okay, Uncle Grandpa, there's no such way of eating in Border Town, right?"
Sun Hongyu shook his head: "Even when the border town was at its most stable, it was not as prosperous as here. Most people would buy some meat for the New Year, cook it with some dried vegetables, and then cook a pot of dry rice. Few people ate real rice, and most people only ate two kinds of rice.
I have been in the military for 20 years, and the treatment of military doctors is quite good, but ordinary soldiers do not have much better New Year's celebration than ordinary people. There is no good food when there are too many people, and with an army of 100,000, no matter how much meat there is, it will be difficult to share. "
Sun Hongyu ate a meatball and took a sip of wine. He was not a big drinker, but he liked to have a few drinks, especially the rice wine brewed by Changsheng's wife, which did not choke him.
"Uncle, which year did Border Town do the most?"
"The worst was more than ten years ago, twelve years ago? The war lasted for three years, not counting the minor fights. Even now, the minor fights rarely stop."
Ping An said, "Uncle, tell me about your experience treating the wounded. I love to hear it."
Sun Hongyu smiled. Children who study medicine are different. Since the children like to listen, he will talk about it.
Sun Hongyu slowly recalled his years in the army, and gradually became more and more immersed in the conversation. Several more people were listening nearby, and even Wan Changsheng, who had just returned, would interject from time to time.
Erqiang, Yuanqing, Tonglin and Linfeng were so engrossed in the game that only Tongmiao came out of the room to help.
This lecture took most of an hour.
When they heard that many young soldiers died one by one, the children fell silent.
"Uncle, there won't be another war like this in our border town, right? If there is, and the general calls you back, will you go or not?"
Sun Hongyu was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Who knows? Uncle Grandpa hopes that there will never be a war, but if there really is one, and the general orders me to return to the battlefield, I will probably go, right?"
Wan Changsheng was a little unhappy: "Uncle, although it is just an example, I hope you still don't go. In a few years you will be fifty years old, it's time to enjoy your life at home.
Once you are in the military camp, you don’t have time to rest properly, you can’t eat or sleep well, young people can’t stand it.”
Ping An said, "Uncle must be thinking that if a war really comes, having an experienced doctor will save many young soldiers from dying and many families from being broken up. Uncle, if there really comes a day like that, I will go with you."
Sun Hongyu rubbed the child's head. Although the child was young, he hit the nail on the head.
Having spent so many years at the border, as a military doctor, what I hate most is seeing wounded soldiers dying before they can get treatment. Most of them are in their twenties or thirties, but there are also teenagers. It's such a pity.
"Ping An, as your father said, we hope that there will never be another war. But if you have a chance in the future, you can still go to the border town to take a look. Your master has been there before."
Erqiang and others, including Lin Feng, had shining eyes. It would be great to be able to go to the northernmost part of Da Zhou and take a look at the army.
Lin Feng looked at the young master. If the young master really went to the battlefield one day, he would definitely follow behind him to protect him. In this case, he had to practice martial arts more quickly.
All the people in the main hall were trapped in this war complex and couldn't extricate themselves for a long time until Tong Miao came to serve the dishes. They ate in the main hall. The yard was not big and there was no extra dining room.
Erqiang jumped up and said that there was no war now and they were still children, so the most important thing now was to eat.
Especially these days, the kitchen is filled with meat and vegetables. In winter, a big pot of meat stewed with dried beans and some chili is warm and delicious.
There is also a big pot of pork soup tonight, which is very delicious and he can eat several bowls of it.
During the lively dinner, only Ping An knew that he was not just talking casually. If a war really broke out on the border in the future, he might really go.
If you can use what you know and pass it on to more military doctors to save more young people who die needlessly, it is a very sacred and glorious thing. In Buddhism, it is said that you have accumulated great merit.
People should do something earth-shaking in their life to make their life worthwhile.
In his previous life, he was also very famous in the medical field and had trained many students. Although his achievements were not spectacular, he had many students all over the world.
However, we have to wait until he grows up a little bit. What can a little kid do on the battlefield now? What can he say he can do?
Nothing can be done.
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