During this year, Zheng Xiang had become accustomed to the fickleness of human nature.
His once most proud student not only did not lend a helping hand after he got into trouble, but even stepped on him.
Zheng Xiang didn't expect that they had only met once. No, including the time when Lu Zhiye deliberately dropped the grilled fish on the ground, they had dealt with each other twice. This guy would lend a helping hand to him when others wanted to stay away from them.
It is not difficult to add icing on the cake, and it is not difficult to provide timely assistance.
The difficulty lies in providing them with a helping hand despite the huge risks.
You have to know that risk is like a knife hanging over your head at all times.
You don't know when it will fall, it may fall down just by the wind.
"Thank you, young man. I am old and useless."
Lu Zhiye applied the herbs on his legs and rubbed them until they became warm.
These herbs can relieve pain and open up the meridians, plus the spiritual spring water in his space.
Although the effect is not as obvious as drinking Lingquan water directly, it can also relieve Zheng Xiang's leg pain.
"I'll leave some herbs for you later. Apply it twice a day and you'll soon feel better. My grandfather also left some notes, and I made some herbal water based on the records there.
But...just apply it first. If it works well, you don't need to drink it."
Lu Zhiye didn't finish his words, but Zheng Xiang, who was over fifty years old, knew what he was superstitious about.
He leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on Lu Zhiye who was busy working.
"I am old and I don't know when I will die. Are you afraid that you will do something to me? As an old man, I will live one day at a time. Bring me the herbal medicine.
It’s a pity that I have nothing to thank you for now.”
When Zheng Xiang said this, the disappointment on his face was obvious.
He raised his eyes and looked towards the place where the sunlight was scattered at the door, which represented light.
But he seemed to be in darkness forever.
"That faction is only rampant for a while, and our country will soon correct itself. You must take care of yourself, your family is waiting for you to return."
What Lu Zhiye said was extremely treasonous.
Zheng Xiang patted his hands gently: "There are some things you can't say."
He told Lu Zhiye why he was demoted, which was because he discussed the current development situation with his friends.
Because he pointed out some incorrect development policies, he was caught and charged with some false charges, leading to his current situation.
No one knew where his old friend had been sent to.
well!
Lu Zhiye had an impression of this. It seemed that the man was sent to the cowshed in Jiangxi, not only himself, but also his wife and family.
Lu Zhiye took out a bowl of spiritual spring water from his backpack, with a few dandelions floating in it, and handed it to Zheng Xiang.
Zheng Xiang drank it all in one gulp without any hesitation.
Lu Zhiye took out two vegetable buns and a bowl of porridge and handed it over.
It's not that he couldn't bear to give up the meat buns, but the people in the cowshed hadn't eaten meat for a long time. If they were to eat meat all of a sudden, their stomachs wouldn't be able to handle it.
Zheng Xiang waved his hands to refuse. Only when he was actually sent down to the countryside did he realize how difficult life was for the farmers in this area.
Every household was short of food and clothing, so how could he take other people's white bread?
Lu Zhiyexing stuffed the buns into his hands and said, "If I am full, my family will not be hungry. That's why I can spare two buns for you."
Otherwise, I probably won’t be able to give you a bowl of porridge even if I tighten my belt.
My grandfather taught me since I was a child that everyone has times in life when they are in trouble, and it’s always better to help whenever you can.
Please eat quickly, the villagers are about to finish work, I have to go first. I'll put this small bucket of herbal water under your bed, one bowl a day will be enough."
Lu Zhiye was afraid that he would refuse, so he put the bowl on the bedside and walked away.
Zheng Xiang wanted to call him again, but was afraid that the noise would be too loud and cause trouble for the young man.
With trembling hands, he looked at the buns in front of him, and his dead heart suddenly felt a little hopeful.
Their people are simple and kind. He knew this when he joined the revolution, and now he has a deeper understanding of it.
Although some villagers in Dahe Village despise the people in their cowshed, most of them keep their distance from them.
Zheng Xiang lived to be 52 years old, and at this moment his determination to build the country and let these simple farmers live a better life reached its peak.
The young man is right, he just needs to correct his temporary mistake, he shouldn't give up on himself.
He has survived the most difficult times, so why would he be afraid of this little difficulty?
He ate the bun in his hand with big mouthfuls. He hoped to get better and believed that the Party and the country would soon correct the mistakes of that faction!
When Lu Zhiye came out of the cowshed, many women had already finished work and returned home to cook.
It was Wu Yu and Wen Sihe's turn to cook today. Seeing Lu Zhiye from afar, Wu Yu touched Wen Sihe's shoulder in an ambiguous way.
Wen Sihe, who was originally thinking about something, was interrupted by her and looked in the direction of her finger.
Lu Zhiye had a cigarette between his fingers and was about to light it. When he saw the two of them coming over, he quickly put the cigarette in his pocket.
Wen Sihe glared at him and told him to smoke less, but he refused to listen.
He's already become a chain smoker at such a young age!
"Comrade Lu, you got off work early today."
Wu Yu greeted with a smile. She had received a letter from He He's family a few days ago, and she knew some of the contents.
I felt even more sympathy for Lu Zhiye.
The road to chasing after my wife seems to be a long one and it will be extremely bumpy.
Lu Zhiye nodded, took out the hairpin from his arms and handed it to Wen Sihe.
This was the day he went to Xiaoqiang's store in the black market. He saw the nice-looking hair ornaments on display in the house and specially bought a few.
More and more women were leaving work, and Lu Zhiye was afraid that these ladies would nag him, so he gave them a hair flower and left.
Wu Yu kept teasing Wen Sihe: "Hey, he's giving you a flower bouquet. I didn't expect Comrade Lu to be so good at making you happy..."
Wen Sihe shyly pushed her away: "You are the only one who talks too much!"
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