Chapter 303: To Raise or Not to Raise 1

The more Song Laoshuan spoke, the more embarrassed he felt, and he even lowered his head.

When people are poor, they have low aspirations, but they have no choice but to do so.

Song Dazhu was a martyr, and the state awarded him an honorary title and buried him in the Martyrs Cemetery. Who would have the heart to let the martyr's only son starve to death? Who in their production brigade or the Song family could afford to do this? If there had not been the famine in recent years, the entire production brigade could have raised him with just one person. But who would be willing to give him a meal now? The rice that was put into the pot was picked by the grain.

"Gangzi does have an uncle, a dear uncle. After Gangzi's mother died, they were asked to collect the money and notes you sent. They received them this month. They went to the city to exchange for food, but before their own daughter starved to death, they were unwilling to grab a handful of rice and cook it to save his daughter's life! When I found Gangzi, he was almost starving to death. There was no other way. After discussing with the branch secretary, I asked his family to find a good family for Gangzi. After they agreed, I brought Gangzi out. I didn't tell them that I came to find you because I was afraid that they would come to find you in the future, because you left your address in the letter, and told Gangzi's family that they would come to you if they had any difficulties."

As Song Laoshuan spoke, he put down the jar, took off the deflated bag on his back, opened it, took out several letters and all of Song Dazhu's belongings including the medal of honor, and handed them to Feng Qingxue.

The letter was indeed written by himself and Lu Jiang, and the handwriting was clearly visible.

The words "come to me if you have any difficulties" were not written by her. She had never made such a promise to the families of the martyrs. It should have been written by Lu Jiang before he returned to the army. She did not check what Lu Jiang wrote at that time.

They have their comradeship, so it is completely reasonable for them to write such content.

However, Feng Qingxue was completely unprepared when faced with Song Laoshuan's entrustment of his son to her. Looking at Gangzi's innocent and pure eyes, she didn't know what to say. After thinking it over, she always felt that nothing she said would be appropriate.

Just then, she heard Song Laoshuan's stomach growling, and Gangzi's eyes turned to the table.

There were still some cold dumplings in the bowl.

Song Laoshuan's face immediately turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "Actually, I'm not hungry, I'm just thirsty. I brought some steamed bread with me, which the secretary and my wife managed to get together. I have to eat it on the way home, and I've eaten one every day these days."

Feng Qingxue sighed, poured him a bowl of hot water, and asked Lu Tianjun to make dumplings for Song Laoshuan.

I had made several dumplings with lids, but there were two left that hadn’t been put into the pot.

Father Lu suddenly said, "Make some porridge for the child to nourish his stomach."

Lu Tianjun responded and worked with Guan Cheng.

Song Laoshuan held the jar on his lap and sat there, waving his empty hands towards Feng Qingxue, "No, no, it's not easy to eat dumplings on the winter solstice. I still have the steamed buns I brought with me! It's just about the jar..."

"Eat first, and then we'll talk."

After hearing what Feng Qingxue said, Song Laoshuan waved his hand again, "I can't even eat meat with peace of mind if the jar issue is not settled."

After hearing this, Feng Qingxue looked at Father Lu. Coincidentally, Father Lu also looked at her. Their eyes met and they both smiled bitterly.

In theory, they should adopt Gangzi, as they can afford to raise him.

Song Dazhu was a man of righteousness who sacrificed his life for his country and his people. His parents and wife all died. His only child should not have starved to death in this age of natural disasters and man-made calamities, leaving this hero without descendants.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

(End of this chapter)