Chapter 439 Meeting Mr. Hu
More than 70 years after the founding of New China, some proverbs are still circulating.
For example: If you have not crossed the grassland, you will not know the hardships of the Long March.
The grassland refers to the transition zone between the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the Sichuan Basin, with an altitude of more than 3,500 meters. It is called
grassland, but it is actually a muddy swamp, with Tibetan wormwood, wilt and other plants growing on it to form meadows. Under the meadows, there is water and mud, which is knee-deep in the shallows and top-deep in the deep.
Looking from a distance, there are no roads, no villages, no birds or animals, no trees or hills, and even locals rarely set foot on them.
There are three fears when crossing the grassland: one is to fall into the mud on the grassland, the second is to rain, and the third is to cross the river.
There are three difficulties when crossing the grassland: one is to travel, the second is to eat, and the third is to avoid the cold and camp.
In the quiet supermarket, Jiang Wanwan carefully recalled the information he knew.
And he was thinking in his mind what he should do to help these Red Army soldiers who were suffering to the best of his ability.
The three difficulties and three fears of crossing the grassland have now gathered one difficulty and one fear, and the most critical one is the problem of keeping warm.
Although it is August now, the climate in the grassland area is harsh, changing three times a day, and the temperature difference is huge.
During the day, the sun is scorching, and the temperature is often 30 or 40 degrees, but at night the temperature drops to zero degrees, and winter comes in a second, plus there
are strong winds and heavy rains outside. It is said that when crossing the grassland, Red Army soldiers often fell asleep and never woke up again. When they were found the next day, their bodies were frozen stiff.
Now that Jiang Wanwan has traveled to this time and place, and has been lucky enough to meet these Red Army soldiers, she naturally does not want such tragic things to continue to happen.
If the system did not prohibit free gifts, Jiang Wanwan would have probably taken supplies out of the system grid at this moment.
From this point of view, from the perspective of the supermarket, the system's regulations are still correct.
After all, which Chinese, after bringing a lot of supplies to this special period, can resist giving things away?
And now that the system has this regulation, all kinds of supplies certainly cannot be sent directly.
In addition to waiting for the Red Army to buy them themselves, Jiang Wanwan is still thinking about whether there are any other good ways?
About ten minutes after the two Red Army soldiers left, there were noises outside the supermarket.
Jiang Wanwan had been standing at the door of the supermarket waiting, afraid of missing any noise.
At this moment, she was nervous when she heard other sounds besides raindrops, and she stared at the distance with full concentration.
It was getting closer and closer!
As the noises became louder and louder, they finally came under the dim light.
Walking in the front were the two Red Army soldiers who had just arrived.
In the middle of them was a middle-aged Red Army soldier with dark skin, like an old farmer. I wonder if he was the regiment commander they were talking about?
Behind these three people, there were Red Army soldiers carrying simple stretchers, and sick and weak Red Army soldiers who were supported.
When they arrived at the supermarket, each of these Red Army soldiers had an expression of disbelief and a yearning for beautiful things on their faces.
On a cold rainy night, in the endless darkness, the bright house in front of them, which was unlike anything in the mortal world, gave them an indescribable shock.
Some sentimental people even wondered whether there would be such a ray of light in the dark and boundless future of the motherland?
The old peasant Red Army soldier standing in the front was the first to recover from the shock and looked at Jiang Wanwan, whose image was completely different from his own.
He was a little reserved for a moment and said, "Hello, comrade, I am Xu Wenzhao, the head of the 11th Regiment of the Red Third Army, thank you..."
But Jiang Wanwan couldn't wait any longer, interrupted the other party, and made a suggestion.
"Hello, Captain Xu. It's raining outside. I see that those behind you are all injured. Why don't you come in first and talk about it!"
Xu Wenzhao was stunned. The doubts that he had originally felt because he didn't fit in here were immediately dispelled by Jiang Wanwan's sincere concern.
The two parties may not seem to be on the same level, but the truth and falsehood can be felt.
"Thank you!" Xu Wenzhao stopped talking nonsense. After thanking him solemnly, he waved to the people behind him and said, "Hurry up, everyone help the injured in first. Be careful and try not to touch any items inside to avoid dirtying them."
Then, everyone lined up in an orderly manner to enter the supermarket, and the first one was the only stretcher being carried.
It was called a stretcher, but it was actually made of a few wooden strips and a piece of cloth, carrying a person covered from head to toe with an oilcloth, and the rain was running down the oilcloth.
There were three steps in front of the supermarket, and the steps were slightly raised up and down when the stretcher entered.
It happened that a cold wind came with the rain, blowing up a corner of the oilcloth, revealing the person lying on the stretcher.
Jiang Wanwan had been standing at the door of the supermarket, and when she saw this, she pulled and grabbed the oilcloth that was almost blown away.
The Red Army soldier who came in with the stretcher on the other side helped to hold down the oilcloth, and said, "Thank you!"
Her voice was a little hoarse, but it couldn't hide her tenderness. This was actually a female Red Army soldier.
But at the moment, Jiang Wanwan didn't have the heart to pay attention to these.
She was just staring at the person lying on the stretcher. Even though he was pale and thin and almost unrecognizable, he still couldn't hide the familiarity.
"Mr. Hu?" Jiang Wanwan blurted out in a trembling voice.
Hearing this, the female Red Army looked at Jiang Wanwan in surprise, then smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I am Deng Ying, the wife of Mr. Hu. Mr. Hu has been burning for several days in a row, and his mind is not very clear. He will come to thank you for this kindness after he wakes up."
Ah, it's really Mr. Hu, she has seen Mr. Hu!
This is the person Jiang Wanwan admires most among all the revolutionary martyrs, except for the great man.
Some people say that the great man made things seem light, while Hu Gong made things seem heavy. The two complemented each other and worked together perfectly, which led to the birth of New China.
Although Jiang Wanwan knew that almost all the future high-ranking officials of the Red Army, including the great man and Hu Gong, were on the Long March across the grassland,
she had the possibility of meeting these historical figures since she had traveled here. Even the two Red Army soldiers mentioned Hu Gong before.
But knowing is one thing, and seeing it with her own eyes is another.
Jiang Wanwan thought that after going through so many things, she had developed a tough mentality, and no matter what happened, she would not lose her composure.
But those things she thought of definitely did not include seeing Mr. Hu in person!
Seeing that the bier was almost lifted away from her eyes, Jiang Wanwan finally reacted.
She waved her hands like crazy and said, "No... No need, no need to thank, just let Mr. Hu have a good rest!"
Hearing this, the female Red Army Deng Ying looked over again, smiled gently and said, "You should thank him!"
What did the other party just say, she is Mr. Hu's wife?
Ah, Mr. Hu's wife is really beautiful and gentle, and she just smiled at her.
Jiang Wanwan tried her best to suppress her excitement, but she couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from curling up wildly. She was screaming excitedly in her heart.