How come you don’t know the difference, you little bastard?
How can we let others pay for the repairs of our beloved house, Zhang Jiajing?
No, Master, keep scolding him. I'll call some uncles over to talk to them about this.
You silly boy, if your third uncle were still alive, he would beat you with a stick and make you run all over the street."
Aunt Zhuang said this and ran out of the house in a hurry.
Zhang Xudong was dumbfounded again. How could this matter be elevated to the level of ancestors?
In fact, he neglected this era.
People of this era have experienced the pain of war.
They all knew that this peaceful day was not easy to come by.
Therefore, people of this era have immense gratitude and crazy admiration in their hearts for those who can bring them a stable life.
Uncle Zhuang looked at Zhang Xudong and said:
"Do you know why I'm scolding you? Don't you think about why the county is making such a grand ceremony?
Among the hundreds of millions of people in the country, how many have this honor?
You don't have to go hunting wild boars. Everyone will gather the food outside.
People outside know how to donate money and contribute. You are from our village, how can we let outsiders outdo us?"
"Uncle, this is not good, we are not rich!
I'll go hunt two wild boars and share them with everyone. They'll also provide some food!"
Uncle Zhuang pointed at Zhang Xudong and said:
"You're going to hunt wild boars to exchange for food. Isn't this slapping us all in the face?
You are the only one with a high level of awareness, and we are all backward misers, right?
Don’t we know how to contribute by building that red base?
Can't we make contributions to those heroes and martyrs?
Can't we just show some appreciation by building a house to enshrine the calligraphy?
Who are you looking down on? We may be poor, but we know how to be grateful and distinguish between good and bad.
We are willing to work for him even if it means starving ourselves or risking our lives.”
Zhang Xudong was stunned. He had nothing to say and didn't dare to say anything else.
Uncle Zhuang's eyes were almost red, he was really afraid of being beaten.
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