The two have been married for decades and have always supported each other. Even in the most difficult times, they have supported each other and walked through it together. They have almost never had a quarrel in their lives, let alone hit her.
Director Zheng felt a burning pain in his palm, which showed how hard the blow was.
Facing his daughter-in-law's questioning, he not only did not feel guilty, but was furious as never before:
"You're a brainless bastard, you just opened your mouth and started spewing shit! Who do you think you're talking to? You're my savior! You're your savior! You're the savior who saved so many people in Anfeng Town!"
"Did I risk my life to save this pig?! Who lost their life for this beast?! I regret it so much every night that I can't sleep. I wish I was the one washed away by the flood that day, do you know that?"
"How can you still say such things? I ask you, where is your conscience? Has it been eaten by a dog?!"
Zhang Cuiyun had never seen her husband Zheng lose his temper like this before. She was so frightened that she stood there in a daze, not daring to even blink, let alone talk back.
After scolding her, Director Zheng didn't care about her reaction. He ran straight to the temporary stove of the kitchen team, grabbed a kitchen knife and ran back, scaring the soldiers of the kitchen team to chase after him.
When Zhang Cuiyun saw him rushing back with a kitchen knife in his hand and gnashing his teeth, she screamed in fear and hid behind Ma Jun.
Ma Jun's expression was startled, and he quickly stopped her:
"Director Zheng! Calm down! Let's talk it over!"
The soldiers nearby rushed forward and snatched the kitchen knife from Director Zheng's hand.
Director Zheng was held down by several people, struggling and shouting:
"Why are you pulling me here?! I want to kill a pig! I want to kill a pig!"
Killing pigs?
Everyone looked at each other, and the soldiers who were holding Director Zheng down quickly let go.
Director Zheng, whose arm was nearly broken, gasped and said weakly:
"Quick... kill this pig... and make meat dumplings for Platoon Leader Hao!"
Everyone present was shocked when these words came out. Everyone knew that Director Zheng valued this sow more than his own life, and now he was actually taking the initiative to say he wanted to kill the sow?!
Only Liu Jin, who was crying his heart out, heard these words and suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes full of anticipation:
"Are you serious? I can't give you the money right now. I'll owe you the money for now and I'll definitely pay you back when I get back!"
Director Zheng waved his hand, his face full of determination:
"I said I won't sell it, so I won't sell it! I've seen everything you've done for us ordinary people these days, and I'm grateful for it. Now that I can do a little for you, if I still ask you for money, am I still a human being?!"
"Don't stand there! Time waits for no one! Kill—"
After hearing what Director Zheng said, the soldiers including Liu Jincai looked at Ma Jun expectantly. Ma Jun's face flushed and there was a faint light flashing in his eyes. It was obvious that he was very touched.
He pursed his lips and hesitated for two seconds, then suddenly said:
"What are you still standing there for?! Are you all going to just sit there and watch Director Zheng slaughter a pig all by himself?! Help me!"
Liu Jincai jumped up from the ground in excitement, his mouth wide open, crying and laughing:
"I'll come! I'll help!"
The soldiers were all excited. When the soldiers in the kitchen heard that they were going to slaughter a pig, they shouted:
"No! You can't use a kitchen knife! You have to use a butcher knife!"
The refuge area was in an uproar. Everyone was excited when they heard that a pig was going to be slaughtered, because Director Zheng said that except for the best piece of meat to be given to Platoon Leader Hao to make big meat-filled buns, the rest would be distributed to the soldiers and civilians in the refuge area to eat together.
Such a big pig, the pig bones alone can be used to stew several large pots of bone soup full of oil and water, and maybe each person can even eat a piece of meat. For people who have been drinking plain porridge for several days, the thought of it makes them drool.
Those who are sick need nutritional supplements even more. Some breastfeeding women who are unable to produce milk due to lack of nutrition are so excited that they cry. The babies in their arms have been crying with hunger these days. Which mother would not feel distressed?
For a time, everyone was praising Director Zheng for his selflessness and said that they had wronged him before. Those who had previously accused him of being obsessed with money also apologized to him one after another.
In response to the overwhelming praise, Director Zheng remained silent, just as he had been when he was scolded before.
He asked the soldiers to take the sow to another place to kill it. He curled up under the roots of a tree, buried his head between his legs, and only his shoulders could be seen shaking up and down.
Zhang Cuiyun approached slowly with worry and fear, squatted beside him and gently touched his back, then she heard his low whimpering, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
No one knew how complicated Director Zheng's mood was at this moment. The luck and regret, self-blame and pain of these days had been tormenting him repeatedly. The selfishness and conscience in his nature were fighting repeatedly. Although his conscience had the upper hand at this moment, his heart was still as painful as a knife, as if he had cut off the hope that had always supported him with his own hands.
Ma Jun told Lu Zhan about this situation, and Lu Zhan was silent for a while after hearing it.
If it weren't for that pig, Director Zheng wouldn't have put himself in danger again, and Bi Guoguang wouldn't have died trying to save Director Zheng... But after all the twists and turns, the pig still died. Director Zheng, who valued it more than his own life, had asked to kill it to fulfill Shitou's wish...
The cause and effect and human choices involved make people confused and at a loss, unable to bring themselves to blame or express gratitude.
Hearing that this was Platoon Leader Hao's last wish, some people secretly sent him a small bag of flour they had hidden away.
The entire kitchen team became busy. Some were killing pigs, some were kneading dough, and some were boiling water. Everyone wanted to steam out a basket of steaming hot meat buns as quickly as possible.
The fire under the simple stove burned very brightly, and soon wisps of smoke rose. After a while, the aroma of the big meat buns in the steamer began to spread over the shelter. The fragrance was so good that a group of children surrounded the kitchen stove and couldn't be driven away.
But everyone knew that this basket of buns was steamed for Platoon Leader Hao, and they were all looking forward to them being out of the pot quickly so that Platoon Leader Hao could have a bite.
Finally, under everyone's eager anticipation, the cook squad leader opened the lid of the steamer. The mouth-watering aroma of meat buns immediately hit us along with the steaming hot air. He shouted loudly:
"The buns are out of the oven—"
The young soldier from the kitchen squad filled a large plate with food and carefully carried it as he trotted towards the communication tent. Everyone's eyes followed his steps as he came to the tent.
Before he could shout "report", the door curtain was drawn aside, and the young communications soldier who had been guarding the stone bed came out with red eyes.
He stared blankly at the plate of plump, white meat buns for several seconds, and the tears that he thought had dried up burst out again.
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