Chapter 302: Martyr's Orphan 2

Feng Qingxue's attention was quickly drawn to the child in his arms.

He was a boy who looked only about two years old, with a big head and a small body, a pale face and thin body. He was as dirty as if he had just rolled out of a mud puddle. His appearance could be compared to Feng Qingyun when Feng Qingxue first traveled through time.

Another child suffering from extreme poverty and extreme hunger.

The old man looked at the people in the room, young and old, and said sheepishly, "My name is Song Laoshuan."

"Mr. Song, what do you want to talk to me about?" Feng Qingxue asked, and then hurriedly said, "Please take a seat first, and we can talk slowly."

Lu Tianjun quickly stood up and pulled the chair under his buttocks to Song Laoshuan.

Song Laoshuan sat down with his hands and feet restrained, not daring to look at the table. He stammered twice and said, "I'm here to see Comrade Feng Qingxue. Are you Comrade Feng Qingxue who sent money and food coupons to Song Dazhu's family in our production brigade?"

"Song Dazhu?" Feng Qingxue asked in confusion, and quickly remembered who Song Dazhu was.

He was a martyr, a soldier who died on the southwestern border.

While Lu Jiang was at home recuperating from his injuries, he sent money and tickets to his family. The money was not much, just ten yuan, and the tickets were not many either, just ten kilograms of food coupons.

Later, Lu Jiang returned to the army, and Feng Qingxue continued to send letters to the address he left, once a month.

After Song Dazhu's death, the state paid a certain amount of pension to his family and ordered the local authorities to take care of his family. She and Lu Jiang were just doing unnecessary things, but they still did their best.

However, she never expected that Song Dazhu's family would find her.

Song Laoshuan’s surname is Song, and he is obviously related to Song Dazhui.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingxue said directly: "I am Feng Qingxue. I did send money and tickets to Song Dazhu's family a few months ago. Uncle Song, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Song Laoshuan hesitated for a long time without saying anything, and finally pushed the child in his arms to Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue met the child's innocent eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you the truth!" Song Laoshuan gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. "This kid is Song Dazhu's son. He is four years old this year. He doesn't have a proper name, just a nickname, called Gangzi. His grandmother starved to death the year before last. Later, when he received the news of his father's death, his grandfather died without a breath. With his father's pension, the money and food coupons you sent, his mother could have survived with him. Our production team received an order from the higher authorities to pay his mother food rations according to the standard of a strong laborer. But his mother fell seriously ill in the autumn and died not long after winter. Our production team was poor. A strong laborer only had 200 kilograms of food rations a year. During the slack season, most people had to go out to escape famine and beg for food. No one could afford to raise Gangzi, and no one was willing to adopt him."

Feng Qingxue frowned slightly, "So you sent him to me?"

Song Laoshuan's face turned red. "I have no choice. I can't just watch him starve to death, can I? Many people are eyeing the money and tickets you sent, but no one wants to adopt him. I have seven sons and three daughters, four of whom starved to death. I can't even support my own family, so how can I dare to add another mouth to the family? If this goes on, the child will have no way out. I thought about it again and again, and then discussed it with the secretary of our production team. You are the only one who sends money and tickets on time every month, and you are also the only one who sends money and tickets to Gangzi's family. You must be a good person. I brought Gangzi to you, and beg you to find a way for Gangzi to live."

(End of this chapter)