Chapter 915 Old Times Moon (Side Story 2)
Actually, the old Taoist priest was also puzzled at that time. His own Taoist cultivation was not deep, but he could vaguely see that Grandma Liu had been protected, although the faint golden light of that protection had almost dissipated.
Grandma Liu didn't know whether she believed it or not, but she raised the child as her granddaughter for eighteen years.
The tiny baby has grown into a graceful young woman. Grandma Liu has never felt that sense of loss again, because her life has been filled with her little sun.
As soon as the two entered the house, they heard the TV in the living room still playing a news interview. Grandma Liu patted Liu Ziqi's arm and said, "Remember to turn off the TV when you're not watching it. You're such a forgetful child."
Actually, the family isn't short of money. When she was young, Grandma Liu was exceptionally skilled at embroidery. From making clothes for others to now occasionally making embroidery for people who come to her, she has more than enough to support her family.
Moreover, Liu Ziqi lived up to expectations, receiving scholarships every year since she started school. However, she stopped getting first place after entering high school, which she said was because there was a particularly outstanding girl in her class.
Grandma Liu had seen that girl before; she was gentle, charming, and extremely beautiful.
Seeing Grandma Liu cutting a watermelon, Liu Ziqi thought of changing the program to one that Grandma Liu liked. But suddenly he saw a female commander in military uniform with a calm and composed expression sitting on the podium and beginning to explain some of the new weapons used in the military exercise.
It also mentioned some weapons used during the War of Resistance against Japan.
Liu Ziqi, however, focused her gaze on the old photos on the screen: a one-inch photo showing her with a resolute face; a photo showing her in an old military uniform standing next to a machine tool, instructing its operation; a photo showing her squatting on the ground with a group of experienced workers repairing weapons captured from the enemy; a photo showing her firing a rifle... and finally, a photo showing her sitting on a hospital bed with a pale face.
She was Ms. Xie, who dedicated her life to the victory against Japan.
As the female commander recounted the story, Ms. Xie's notes were gradually unsealed and revealed to everyone. Each page contained various weapon design drafts. Xie Ning's notes played an indispensable role in enabling China to elevate its military level to the forefront of the world in such a short period of time.
Some of them, even if they were just ideas or drafts, saved some experts from many detours.
Moreover, her influence can be seen in some of the government decrees issued after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
She passed away at dawn, still holding a torch, dispelling some of the darkness on their path forward.
Though the person is gone, his heroic spirit lives on.
She said that a golden age will eventually come, and she deserves to be remembered by the people of that golden age.
Looking at the faint smile on Xie Ning's face in the black and white photo, Liu Ziqi suddenly felt like crying. She couldn't believe how Xie Ning had managed to endure so much pain and suffering for so long.
Perhaps it was because she wanted to see the first rays of the sun rise over this country.
Grandma Liu, standing behind Liu Ziqi, looked at the black and white photos on TV and felt they looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them before.
I just felt a sense of familiarity and warmth.
"Don't cry." Grandma Liu put the watermelon on the coffee table and rubbed Liu Ziqi's head.
"Ms. Xie is a great person, Grandma. I want to be like Ms. Xie."
Grandma Liu's stern face softened. "Ziqi is also very good. Our Ziqi's dream is to let more people have enough to eat and eat well."
"Yes, I'm fine too." Liu Ziqi didn't wallow in self-pity. Instead, he jumped up, grabbed a slice of watermelon, and ran out the door. "Grandma, I'm going to Zhihe's house to play!"
"Be careful on the road, ride slowly!" After everyone left, Grandma Liu remembered that she still needed to go to the temple to fulfill her vow.
Liu Ziqi was riding a bicycle. Her home was in the village, while Fang Zhihe's home was in the town, about a fifteen-minute drive away.
As soon as I rode up to Fang's building, I saw a group of people fighting, or rather, a drunk man was beating a woman, while people were trying to stop him. The middle-aged woman who was being beaten was sitting on the ground, sobbing.
Liu Ziqi locked the car and joined the crowd to watch the drama unfold.
Before they could even hear a few words, one of the women who had intervened pulled up the middle-aged woman and said, "Li Hong, don't just keep crying. Our Women's Federation has been mediating for your family for a long time. Today, we only have one question: are you getting a divorce or not?"
"If this continues, you won't even know you've been beaten to death."
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. Who would advise separation instead of reconciliation?
Isn't it always the case that it's better to destroy a temple than to break up a marriage?
The woman stammered, sobbing, "How can I get a divorce? I have three children, and if I get divorced, who will want me? I can't afford to raise three kids."
Aunt Chen, who was advising them to separate, looked speechless. "You're about to die, and you're still worrying about the future?"
“My husband was just drunk; he’s not usually like this.”
No one around believed this, because even when Zhao Da was sober, he would still beat people when he lost his temper, not only his wife but also his children.
Thinking about it this way, everyone felt that it was better to get a divorce, but some older men didn't think so. They thought, "Isn't it just beating his wife?"
What's the big deal about this?
Aunt Chen was also helpless. She glanced at the trembling child in fear. Although the couple was willing to hit and be hit, they still wanted to try to persuade the mother to wake up, otherwise they and the child would suffer in the future.
Moreover, there are policies in place that provide subsidies for single mothers, so Li Hong will definitely not be unable to raise her child. As for remarrying, Aunt Chen felt that Li Hong's thinking was problematic.
She belongs to me; she's not an item that can be bought, sold, or exchanged at will. Why should I be afraid that others won't want her?
Aunt Chen composed herself, but this was their mission: to safeguard the interests of women and children, and to protect and educate women and children.
Educate more women to understand what independence is, to acknowledge the significance of their own existence, and to bravely fight for their own rights and interests.
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