Not to mention everyone's own thoughts, the three Ping'an brothers have long been able to use such methods with ease and are very familiar with them.
After a good night's sleep, the three brothers faced everyone again and acted as usual, nothing unusual.
If it weren’t for the returned Xiao Wang and Xiao Zheng standing there upright.
Maybe everyone really thought it was a dream.
But there are always some things that have changed silently. For example, when Huang Cuilan faces the three Ping An brothers again, she will force a smile even if she has to.
In Liuyi's words, this is what is called being shameless even when given the chance!
But it's fine this way. Just like the three brothers said, it's good to be restrained. Don't keep nagging the two elders about their second uncle coming forward or retiring...
It's not that simple. A few days ago, Wuyi had secretly thought about whether he should give away a bullet as a warning before leaving.
When Zhao Chuangguang came over with a cart full of supplies, he heard about the farce and nodded approvingly at the children, saying with a smile: This should have been done long ago.
Zhao Dashan was even more interesting. After hearing the news, he rushed over and patted Zhang's shoulder: "Each generation is better than the last. We should rest assured and enjoy our old age." The implicit meaning of his words was to remind him not to worry too much when he was old.
People are just so strange. If Zhang Guoqing had taken action himself, Uncle Zhang and his family, including Zhang's father, would have thought that the child had forgotten his roots.
But the three Ping An brothers were speechless.
These trivial matters had no influence on the mood of the three Ping'an brothers. Every day, the three brothers would take a ride out for a stroll and then return to the village to visit relatives. They lived a very comfortable life.
Early in the morning on New Year's Eve, Huang Xiaomi and her sister came to Zhangjia Village together and brought a lot of things, including fine grains and snacks, as well as three new sets of cotton jackets and trousers.
In their words, it's not as cold here as in the capital.
Touching the army green cotton jackets, it's impossible not to be moved. Perhaps they miss their parents' help in the past, but it's rare that they still remember it after all these years.
This winter wasn't cold at all, even though the snow was knee-deep and the strong north wind stung my face. But with my grandmother Huang Huimin, my aunt Zhao Yuanyuan, and them...
The three Ping'an brothers felt warm wearing these new clothes from head to toe.
At noon, Lin Juhua took out three sweaters, and the three brothers laughed at the same time.
Lin Juhua joked, "What's the matter? Are you disgusted?"
Wuyi waved his hands quickly, "How could that be? Every year we can wear new clothes made by you, my second aunt, for the New Year. Do my brother Shitou and the others have any?"
"Yes, every one of you has one."
"Thank you, Second Aunt."
Lin Juhua shook her head and smiled, "What are you thanking me for? I'm going to the nursing home to help out. You should go over there early to keep your grandparents company."
After everyone left, Liuyi touched his sweater thoughtfully, "I'll go to the provincial capital in a couple of days and take care of Brother Shitou's business. He needs to move."
Wuyi frowned. "Can't a grown man fight for his own future? We should arrange for my second sister. She should be seventeen years old now. If we arrange a good job for her, she can be like my aunt in the future and help my second uncle."
"Alright, where do you want her to go?"
"Let's see what she says first."
Ping An laughed when he heard this, but he didn't say anything.
Even though my younger brother is only eight years old, he has good eyesight. Why not mention Mai Miao and Ya Ya? Wasn't it Mai Sui who did their laundry and housework for them both times I went back home?
When helping others, one has to consider their character. They no longer want to see ungrateful people who do good but get no rewards.
Is Shitou nice? He treats the three of them really well.
But men are different from girls after all. If they don't go through a long period of struggle, no matter how hard they try, they will never achieve anything.
Like cousin Zhang Mingyou and cousin Zhang Ziwu.
Compared with their comrades who were recruited in the same winter, they did not go to the northwestern frontier or the southernmost part, but were lucky enough to be assigned to guard the north, which was only a few days away from their hometown.
But what happened? Despite the protection of their second uncle and the significant advantages their family possessed, they still chose to retire. So, even if you're pushing others to improve, you have to consider who's doing it.
Think of Cao Cao and Cao Cao will appear.
Before they could eat the dumplings for New Year's Eve, Zhang Mingyou, the third son of the Zhang family, stepped on the snow, stumbled against the strong north wind, and returned to Zhangjia Village with his luggage on his back.
Perhaps there really is a bond between mother and son. Huang Cuilan, who was making dumplings in the kitchen, didn't bother to chat with her sister-in-law. She ran quickly to the yard and burst into tears when she saw her son.
He's thinner, he's definitely thinner. He looks miserable, and naturally, after walking for hours, he's not much better. But what's even more eye-catching is that Zhang Mingyou, a soldier, actually shed tears.
The two little brothers, who always believed that men should shed blood but not tears, looked at each other and quickly chose to retreat back to the main hall. No amount of cannons could attract them.
Father Zhang cleared his throat and said, "You're alone. Where's Ziwu?"
Zhang Mingyou wiped away his tears and grinned, "Master, I miss you guys so much. He's not in the same camp with me, so I guess he'll be back in a few days."
In the main hall where the temperature was as warm as spring, Zhang Mingyou, who had changed his clothes, was eating dumplings in big mouthfuls, which made Huang Cuilan cry again, and Zhang's mother felt distressed.
Ping An vaguely remembered that every time he came back from the military camp during the winter and summer vacations, his mother would stand at the gate to welcome him with a worried look in her eyes but a smile on her face.
Perhaps, behind the scenes, she was also in tears, and was worried about her day and night just like her grandmother, but she chose to hold on and face it...
Thinking of my family far away, Ping An inevitably felt a sense of loss. I wondered if my family had received the telegram I sent yesterday, or if the food I sent had been served.
"You're not leaving this time, are you?"
Zhang Mingyou looked at his mother, nodded, and then said as if to explain: "I can't join the party, and I can't even get a small squad leader. I'd better retire early."
Ping An couldn't stand his words and said sharply, "It seems that no one is allowed to retire this year."
Zhang Mingyou looked at him in surprise and said with a smile, "This is Ping An, you've grown up so much. I'm just a private, and the superiors don't ask much of me."
This explanation might as well not be given. In September of this year, a notice was issued for all military regions to enter level one combat readiness.
What is Level 1 combat readiness? It means halting all construction and training, resting at base, and the entire regiment on Level 1 combat readiness. No one is allowed to request leave, leave, or visit family. This is especially true in a near-combat state, where guns are always on, bullets loaded, and clothes are always on. It's like being ready for battle at any moment.
You actually said there were no additional requirements?
Who are you trying to fool?
Ping An didn't refute it and looked at him deeply.
Don’t be fooled by the solemn oaths sworn by the new recruits when they join the army, such as “defending the country” and “liberating all mankind”, which sound very loud.
But seeing that a real battle was about to begin, his calves were probably cramping. He had seen this kind of people before: a menacing atmosphere, everyone with a stern expression, not just playing it cool, but simply frightened.
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