Chapter 1295: Friendship in Adversity 1

Chen Rong and Lu Cheng didn't care about peanuts or broad bean flowers at all. All they could think of was one name, and that was Zhou Fengchu!

"Lao Zhou, do you know Lao Zhou?" Chen Rong exclaimed.

They had never heard Zhou Fengchu mention Lu Jiang. After all, Lu Jiang had been a well-known rising star in the military in recent years. They had heard of him from time to time but had never paid much attention to him.

Since Zhou Fengchu didn't mention it, it means he has nothing to do with Lu Jiang.

Lu Cheng leaned forward with his hands on the table, "Where is Lao Zhou?"

Since Zhou Fengchu said that they both liked this dish, Lu Jiang's wife immediately sent peanuts and broad bean flowers, which means that she has had some contact with Zhou Fengchu.

What they want to know most is Zhou Fengchu's whereabouts.

Lu Jiang smiled slightly, raised his glass and made a gesture of invitation, and said under the impatient gaze of the two: "Uncle Zhou was demoted to my hometown, which is Wanglou Brigade. He currently lives in the cowshed with my father and they take care of each other. My eldest son likes to listen to Uncle Zhou's stories the most. He calls him Grandpa Zhou all the time, which is very sweet."

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The country is at peace now, and these old people don't seek fame, wealth or honor, they just want peace.

"Yes, where is Lao Zhou?" Chen Rong asked. He said that this kid would not come to visit him for no reason, but considering that he could bring news about Zhou Fengchu, their attitude became more serious and enthusiastic.

Lu Cheng glanced at his old friend, then said to Lu Jiang in a deep voice: "Didn't Lao Zhou ever think of contacting us?"

"Living in the same cowshed?" Lu Cheng immediately remembered Lu Jiang's class background and asked hurriedly, "So he was sent to the cowshed. How is Lao Zhou now? I heard that his arm was broken."

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient since we didn't contact each other before." Lu Jiang replied, and then took out the letters Zhou Fengchu sent to the two of them, "Now that he knows I'm in the army, he wrote these letters in the name of my wife. It's written with my left hand, and the handwriting is very different from before. You two can take a look. Whether you believe it or not is up to you two, and I'm only responsible for delivering the letters."

Lu Jiang whispered, "My wife and nephew are both doctors. After Uncle Zhou came to Wanglou Brigade, his physical condition has improved under their treatment. However, one of his arms is useless and his asthma attacks frequently. It is difficult to cure it, so he needs careful care. In addition, the elders and folks in my hometown are very kind and admire the contributions that the revolutionary soldiers have made to the country and the people. They all think that without the blood sacrificed by the revolutionary soldiers, there would be no peace and prosperity today, so they usually don't make things difficult for them."

Lu Cheng immediately opened his own letter and read it quickly. Tears flashed in his eyes. "It's Lao Zhou, it's Lao Zhou, there's no mistake! The characters are not the same as before, and the tone is the same as before!"

At this point, a trace of sadness flashed in Lu Cheng and Chen Rong's eyes at the same time, quite like the sorrow of heroes at the end of their road.

Chen Rong clasped his hands together and was about to say "Amitabha" when he suddenly remembered the current situation. The monks and nuns were forced to eat meat. He immediately swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and said repeatedly: "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive!"

Chen Rong also quickly finished reading the letter and said excitedly: "I can finally put my heart at ease!"

The two of them clasped their hands and said to each other, "Okay!"

Lu Jiang stood up and said, "I have brought the letter and the things, so I won't bother you two elders anymore."

Everything should be done in moderation, so we should know when to stop.

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(End of this chapter)