“Yes.” Wang Dabao took out a cigarette and stuffed it into the man’s pocket. “Uncle Li, you can smoke these first. There are more in the car. I’ll take them off for you later.”
"That's enough, that's enough. We'll just have a taste, you can keep the rest for yourself."
Uncle Li waved his hand hastily, then pulled the young man holding the gun over, saying, "Come here, come and meet your nephew, Da Bao."
"What the heck?"
Wang Dabao was a little confused. "I have such a young uncle, how come I didn't know?"
Uncle Li nodded with a smile: "Your third uncle's youngest son, he was just a little kid when you joined the army. He served for two years and only came back a few days ago. Since he had nothing else to do, we put him in the militia."
Immediately afterwards, Uncle Li gave the young man a light kick in the buttocks: "Aren't you going to greet him?"
The young man held the gun dangling under his arm, a shy smile on his face. He glanced at Wang Dabao and quickly lowered his head, seemingly embarrassed by his actions regarding the food. After a moment, he called out, "Da...nephew Dabao!"
Wang Dabao's mind went blank for a second, his head filled with "Holy crap!"
I remember now, it's Wang Tiangao, the youngest son of Third Master Wang Tiemin.
I heard from the villagers that after his marriage, Third Uncle Wang Tiemin vowed to have four sons, named Hong, Xing, Gao, and Zhao. Third Aunt also lived up to his wishes, giving birth to the first three sons, named Wang Tianhong, Wang Tianxing, and Wang Tiangao. But things went wrong because of that last tremor.
Third Grandma gave birth to a daughter!
In those days, naming a girl Wang Tianzhao was a bit strange, but that wasn't a big deal. The problem was that Third Grandma absolutely refused to agree.
In the end, it was the village teacher who came up with an idea: the little girl should be named Wang Zhaohua. The third grandmother reluctantly agreed, but she never had any more children.
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