Chapter 115 Do you have evidence?
Yu Xia was refilling her teacup with water when she suddenly stopped. "You can't just eat longan without thinking. You have to soak it in water to drink it."
She scooped a spoonful of chicken soup into Jiang Jianhua's bowl and said, "Drink more of this! Doctor Zhang said chicken soup is the best for the fetus."
Suddenly, the sound of car engines was heard outside the courtyard gate. Three green jeeps stopped in the snow, and several people in Zhongshan suits got out with "Disciplinary Inspection Commission" badges pinned on their chests.
The middle-aged man in the lead lifted the door curtain, and cold air instantly poured in, wrapped in snow foam: "Who is Fu Yucheng's family member?"
Yun Tangyin's heart skipped a beat, and her grip on him suddenly tightened. "I'm his lover. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"We received a report that Fu Yucheng misappropriated flood control supplies for personal gain during the flood relief efforts in Jiangbei."
The middle-aged man pulled out his notebook, his pen scratching across the paper. "Someone said they saw him loading quilts and medicine into the truck and taking them back home."
"Impossible!" Yun Tangyin stood up suddenly, her cotton shoes leaving a half-foot mark on the ground. "Before leaving, Ah Cheng said he would distribute all the relief supplies from the military region to the soldiers on the dike. How could he possibly embezzle supplies?"
Fu Yuanshan suddenly leaned his axe against the wall, making a dull thud. "Do you have any evidence? You're trying to slander me with empty words?"
The middle-aged man closed his notebook, his eyes as cold as ice. "The evidence is being verified, but Fu Yucheng can't go home for the time being. He has to be investigated."
He glanced at the kang, his eyes landing on the pile of baby supplies. "Isn't this stuff exchanged for flood control supplies?"
Jiang Jianhua suddenly slammed the longevity lock onto the table, making it clang against the tea bowl. "Look carefully! This is silverware made by the Fu family themselves. The small clothes made by the clothing factory have receipts. How dare you slander soldiers? I will report you to the military district!"
Song Yushuang moved closer to the table on the kang, the hem of her cotton jacket brushing across the peanut plate. "My son has made outstanding military achievements, and instead of investigating corruption, you're bullying his family?"
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he shouted to the door, "Xiao Zhou, go get the letter of complaint."
The handwriting on the report letter was crooked, saying that Fu Yucheng "took advantage of his position to transport 20 quilts and 50 boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs to his home, intending to resell them at a high price."
Yun Tangyin looked at the date, which was the day Fu Yucheng asked Xiao Chen to deliver the radio.
"What was delivered that day was a radio and baby supplies!" Yun Tangyin suddenly remembered something and ran to the kitchen. When she came back, she was holding up Xiao Chen's delivery note. "This is the note signed by the guard. It clearly states that there were no quilts or medicines!"
Fu Yuanshan suddenly walked out the door: "I'm going to find Xiao Chen. He went to the warehouse with me that day and saw with his own eyes what was being loaded."
"No need to look for it." Xiao Chen rushed into the yard on the snow, ice chips falling from his cotton hat. "I just came back from the military region. Staff Officer Zhang said that the person who reported me was Old Wang from the logistics department. He was arrested by Brother Fu a while ago for reselling flood control sacks. This is revenge!"
The middle-aged man's grip on the letter of complaint suddenly tightened, causing wrinkles on the corners of the paper. "We will re-verify it."
He took two steps back toward the door and said, "If this is true, I will publicly apologize."
"He must apologize!" Jiang Jianhua stood up, holding his stomach. "Not only must he apologize, but Acheng must also be commended! He jumped into the icy water on the embankment to stop a pipe leak and almost died. And you, however, listened to his slander!"
Yun Tangyin suddenly remembered the telegram sent by Fu Yucheng, which said "The dam has been reinforced, don't worry." It turned out that behind those six short words were days and nights of soaking in ice water.
She touched the copper whistle in her pocket and suddenly blew it. The crisp sound of the whistle hit the snow and startled a flock of sparrows.
"Acheng said this whistle can be heard three miles away." She looked at the snow outside the window, her eyes suddenly red. "When he comes back, I will tell him in person that he is a hero."
Song Yushuang added a piece of coal to the stove, and the flames shot up: "Yes, when Ah Cheng comes back, Mom will reward him too."
Yu Xia suddenly remembered something and ran back inside. When she returned, she held up a newspaper. "Look! It's in the county newspaper! Ah Cheng and his men blocked the pipe burst and saved three villages downstream. The headline reads 'Fu Yucheng: The Iron Backbone of the Levee'!"
Fu Yuanshan pasted the newspaper on the wall, applying the paste unevenly. The corners curled up and he smoothed them out again: "This is my brother. He is not like some people who only play dirty tricks behind people's backs."
Jiang Jianhua touched her belly and smiled: "When the child is born, I will tell him that he has an uncle who is a flood fighting hero and is the pride of our Fu family."
Yun Tangyin scooped a spoonful of chicken soup from the thermos on the stove. She had left it for Fu Yucheng that morning. "When he comes back, the chicken soup will still be hot."
She suddenly remembered what Fu Yucheng said, "When the baby is born, I will come back to accompany you every day," and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.
The snow began to fall again, and a thin layer accumulated on the windowsill.
The chicken soup in the room was still bubbling, the aroma mixed with the sweetness of longan warming one's heart.
Yun Tangyin knew that no matter how many storms there were, as long as the family's hearts were together, there would be no obstacles that could not be overcome.
The next morning, the military district's commendation order was delivered to the courtyard. The certificate wrapped in red silk read "Comrade Fu Yucheng, first-class merit in flood fighting and rescue."
Xiao Chen brought it here on his bicycle, with a telegram from Fu Yucheng in the basket: "Don't believe the rumors. I'll be back in three days."
Yun Tangyin pasted the certificate on the wall, facing the pair of silver longevity locks.
The sunlight shone through the window lattice, casting a golden light on the certificate, like a military medal on Fu Yucheng's shoulder.
Fu Yuanshan added some firewood to the stove, and the flames licked the bottom of the pot: "When Ah Cheng comes back, I will accompany him to the supply and marketing cooperative and buy him a piece of new cloth to make him a new military uniform, worthy of this first-class merit."
"We have to buy a bottle of good wine." Jiang Jianhua said with a smile, "I heard that people drink good wine at the celebration banquet. Let's make up for it at home."
Song Yushuang was embroidering tiger-head shoes on the kang, her stitches denser than usual. "I'll make a new pair of socks for Ah Cheng, too. I'll make sure he's warm and won't miss home in the army."
Yuxia filled jars of hawthorn jam with it, and the glass jars were neatly arranged on the table. "I have to save two jars of this jam for Ah Cheng. He likes sour food and says it's refreshing."
Yun Tangyin touched Fu Yucheng's little notebook. On the last page was a crooked drawing of a house with the words "Wait for me to come back" written next to it.
"Yinyin, come and see this quilt cover. Isn't it beautiful?" Yuxia came in holding a piece of red silk with gold thread, embroidered with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns. "It's new from the supply and marketing cooperative. I was thinking of making a new mattress for his bed. It's perfect for his first-class merit."
Yun Tangyin reached out and touched it. The silk was as smooth as stream water. "It's really beautiful."
Jiang Jianhua came over, her belly already showing a little bit, "This is the honor of our Fu family, so we must match it with the best."
Fu Yuanshan was squatting in the yard chopping firewood. When he heard this, he suddenly coughed twice, and his ears turned red as if they had been roasted by charcoal fire.
The axe in his hand rose and fell more vigorously, and the firewood was chopped neatly and piled up in the corner like a small hill.
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