Chapter Ninety-Five: Bought a tricycle!
The two sons and their two daughters-in-law were trying not to laugh.
Zhong Aiguo's lips twitched. To save face, he muttered under his breath, "Fine, I won't go... Who cares..."
Zhong Aiguo had also considered many things in his mind.
To be honest, when Song Xingzhi came to their village, it was still called Zhongjia Village.
At that time, Song Xingzhi was only nineteen years old, about the same age as Zhong Aiguo's youngest son.
Although Song Xingzhi came from the capital and clearly had never done farm work before, he was diligent and eager to learn, and was not afraid of hardship or fatigue. He quickly learned all kinds of work in the fields.
At that time, it wasn't the era of large-scale educated youth going to the countryside. Song Xingzhi, who went down the mountain and worked in the fields just like the villagers without complaining about hardship or fatigue, was liked not only by the unmarried young women in the village, but also by others!
After all, this is a strong laborer, a strong laborer who is truly willing to work!
To be honest, when the educated youth were sent to the countryside on a large scale later, the villagers thought that the other educated youth were like Song Xingzhi!
But reality later gave them a harsh slap in the face.
There are very few educated youth like Song Xingzhi!
This made the villagers, including Zhong Aiguo, have a better impression of Song Xingzhi.
At that time, Zhong Aiguo called Song Xingzhi "Song Zhiqing" (Song the Educated Youth), and Song Xingzhi called him "Uncle Aiguo" (Uncle Aiguo).
More than ten years have passed, and suddenly, this "Patriotic Uncle" has been demoted by a generation and become "Patriotic Brother".
None of that really matters. Zhong Aiguo simply can't understand why Song Xingzhi would fall for Zhang Chunxue given his conditions.
It's not that Zhang Chunxue is bad, but that Song Xingzhi's conditions are just too good.
But what could he do if Song Xingzhi was determined to be with Zhang Chunxue? He could only go along with it.
He also had to help him with some minor details.
After all, these two are getting married, so where will they live?
If we live in the house where the two of us are now, will Liu Cuie and the others come and cause trouble?
If you want to rebuild your house, you also need to choose a plot of land and contact a brick kiln...
There are a lot of things to worry about; it's not like they just hit it off and got married on a whim.
But the most crucial thing now is the relationship between these two... Although it's all over the village, they haven't publicly acknowledged it!
So after having breakfast, Zhong Aiguo strolled over to the brigade headquarters to find Song Xingzhi, wanting to ask him what his plans were.
We need to make sure he has a clear idea! Otherwise, he'll worry about it for nothing, only to find out the person doesn't even have that idea.
But when he went to the brigade headquarters to ask, he learned that Song Xingzhi had gone to the county early that morning, saying that he had gone to pick up some appointment documents.
Zhong Aiguo knew immediately that Secretary Song was about to become Director Song.
Thinking that Director Song would benefit Zhang Chunxue, Zhong Aiguo sighed again and wandered back home.
Song Xingzhi's trip to the county was not just to pick up his appointment documents, because someone from the county sent a message asking him to visit him when he had time.
He had specifically asked someone in the county to keep an eye out for tricycles for him; if he couldn't find a used one, a new one would be fine too.
So after leaving the county committee, he went to find the person he had previously asked for help with.
Surprisingly, the other party actually got him a brand new tricycle from the city, which delighted Song Xingzhi.
Song Xingzhi inspected the tricycle and was very satisfied.
The cargo bed is large enough, and the ride was very smooth.
He carefully oiled the chain and wheels, then planned to ride the tricycle directly back to the village.
Thinking of Zhang Chunxue's surprise when she saw the brand-new tricycle, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
However, halfway through his journey, as he passed Xihang Mountain, Song Xingzhi suddenly heard a sobbing sound coming from the roadside bushes.
At first, Song Xingzhi thought it was a wolf, but then he thought that a wolf wouldn't come down the mountain in broad daylight, and it sounded a bit like a human voice.
He stopped his tricycle, picked up a stick, carefully parted the grass, and walked over.
But when he saw what was in the grass, his pupils involuntarily contracted.
It was a very thin little boy, wearing tattered clothes, his body covered in wounds, his clothes stained with dirt and blood, so tattered that they could barely cover his body.
His face was covered in grime, making it almost impossible to see what he originally looked like.
Most importantly, there was fresh blood on his thigh. Although it was impossible to see the extent of the injury, it certainly wasn't minor.
Upon seeing Song Xingzhi, especially the stick in Song Xingzhi's hand, his expression immediately became wary, as if he wanted to get up and run away.
However, perhaps because of his injuries, he could only move his body slightly, but he was unable to get up.
Song Xingzhi quickly dropped the stick in his hand: "Don't move!"
"I thought it was some kind of wild animal, that's why I grabbed the stick..."
He cautiously approached: "Are you alright? What's your name?"
The little boy relaxed a little, but the wariness in his eyes did not lessen, and he was still whimpering.
Song Xingzhi spoke gently again: "You're badly injured right now. How about I take you to the hospital to get checked out?"
The little boy shook his head repeatedly.
Seeing his expression, Song Xingzhi knew he was worried about money, so he patiently said, "It's okay, I can pay for your medical expenses... Your injury is too serious. If it's not treated, the wound will become infected and cause serious problems."
The little boy still shook his head.
Song Xingzhi paused for a moment, then simply walked over and picked up the little boy.
The little boy panicked and tried to struggle, but he was too badly injured and lost all strength after moving even slightly.
Song Xingzhi had to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital to treat your wound, and then I'll take you home."
The little boy's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he buried his head in Song Xingzhi's arms and remained still.
Seeing that he had stopped struggling, Song Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, quickly returned to the tricycle, and put the man into the back of the tricycle.
He sped up and rode towards the town hospital.
The roads these days are not smooth; they are very bumpy.
Song Xingzhi would occasionally turn his head to check on the little boy.
The little boy just curled up, remaining silent and unresponsive despite the bumpy ride.
This surprised Song Xingzhi.
After finally arriving at the town hospital, Song Xingzhi stopped the tricycle, locked it, and carried the little boy into the hospital.
Quite a few people in the hospital recognized Song Xingzhi, and they were all surprised to see him bring in a child.
Upon seeing the child's injuries, they all gasped in shock and quickly guided Song Xingzhi toward the wound cleaning room in the outpatient department.
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