Chapter 118: Celebration Party, the Fu Family Has a Great Hero
The bamboo strips in Fu Yuanshan's hand snapped in two. He glanced towards the kitchen and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "Have you gotten into trouble outside again?"
"I didn't get into trouble." Fu Yucheng added a piece of pine wood to the fire, and the flames "crackled" and licked the firewood. "When you gave me your place in the army during the conscription that year, you said you wanted me to show you what the army was like. Now that I have made a contribution, I want you to see what the medal looks like with your own eyes."
Fu Yuanshan spat into the corner: "I don't care about looking at that thing. It's not as solid as the bamboo basket at home."
Having said that, she quietly connected the broken bamboo strips with her hands and wove them tighter.
Yun Tangyin was polishing the brass buttons on her military uniform. She smiled and looked up when she heard this: "Second brother secretly flipped through the military merit report you sent back last night and spent half the night reading it."
"Who's watching!" Fu Yuanshan stood up suddenly and knocked the bamboo basket to the ground. "I'm going back first."
Jiang Jianhua held his stomach and laughed: "His thoughts can't be hidden from our family."
She moved closer to Yun Tangyin and said, "On the day of the celebration, I'll wear a red cotton-padded jacket, and you'll wear a lake blue one. We sisters-in-law will outshine those officers' families."
"Second sister-in-law looks good in anything she wears." Yun Tangyin held up the embroidered purse, "I embroidered a longevity lock purse for the child, it goes perfectly with your silver lock."
Yuxia brought out the freshly steamed date cake. As soon as she lifted the lid of the steamer, the sweet fragrance filled the whole yard. "Try it quickly. I added brown sugar to replenish your qi and blood."
She stuffed a piece of cake into Fu Yucheng's hand and said, "Don't be nervous when you speak at the celebration party. Just like when you were little and told us battle stories."
"Sister-in-law still remembers it." Fu Yucheng smiled while biting the date cake.
He looked at Fu Yuanshan with a complicated look in his eyes.
He grew up with Fu Yuanshan.
When Fu Yucheng went to join the army, Fu Yuanshan also wanted to go with him, but because of his status as a trusted orphan, Song Yushuang finally persuaded him to leave.
So many years have passed, and although Fu Yuanshan says he has no regrets, he still feels regretful.
If he had been able to join the army, he probably wouldn't have just hung out in the art troupe for a while before being expelled.
Song Yushuang came out of the house sewing the soles of her shoes, the spool of thread spinning rapidly in her arms: "You two fought a lot when you were little, but now you kiss a lot."
She stuffed a pair of new insoles into Fu Yucheng's hands and said, "These are filled with mugwort. They will keep your feet warm. Be sure to put them on on the day of the celebration."
Fu Yucheng pinched the insole, the scent of mugwort still lingering from the stitches, and suddenly walked out of the yard: "I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some cloth and make a new coat for Yinyin."
"No, no." Yun Tangyin quickly waved her hand, "I have new clothes."
"We need new ones." Fu Yucheng didn't stop walking. "People from our Fu family need to be presentable and presentable."
On the day of the celebration party, the Fu family and their group rushed to the military district in a jeep sent by the army.
Jiang Jianhua held up a thermos bucket filled with millet porridge that Yu Xia had cooked in the early morning. "Acheng has a bad stomach, and he gets nervous when he goes on stage on an empty stomach."
Fu Yucheng was about to speak when he saw Fu Yuanshan take out an oil-paper bag from his cloth bag and opened it to reveal six white flour buns: "I prepared them for you. Take a bite when you're hungry."
Yun Tangyin secretly winked at Fu Yucheng, and the two of them couldn't help laughing when they saw Fu Yuanshan clenching the steamed bun nervously.
Arriving at the military auditorium, Fu Yucheng was about to go on stage when Captain Zhang grabbed him and said, "What good stuff are you hiding, kid? Your second brother just gave me a can of hawthorn jam, saying it was made by your mother and is ten times better than the ones sold at the supply and marketing cooperative."
"Of course, the sauce my mother makes can be used as a tribute." Fu Yucheng looked down at the stage and saw Song Yushuang standing on tiptoe and waving at him, "My family is here."
"I saw it a while ago." Commander Zhang patted him on the back. "Your second brother just asked the guard if he could take a photo with the medal. He said he wanted to hang it on the main wall of the main hall."
Fu Yucheng's eyes suddenly felt hot, and he turned around and walked towards the stage with exceptionally steady steps.
While speaking, he saluted with a standard military salute and looked directly at Fu Yuanshan.
Yun Tangyin reviewed and revised most of Fu Yucheng's speech.
There were no problems at all throughout the whole process.
Passionate and appropriate.
There was thunderous applause from the audience. Fu Yuanshan stood up suddenly and didn't even notice that the steamed bun in his hand fell to the ground. He just kept wiping his face.
"And my family." Fu Yucheng smiled towards Yun Tangyin.
Jiang Jianhua suddenly wiped his tears and stuffed a handkerchief into Yun Tangyin's hand: "This bastard, he always says things that make me cry."
At the celebration banquet, Fu Yuanshan was surrounded by a group of soldiers toasting him. He had a low alcohol tolerance and passed out after three cups. He hugged Fu Yucheng's neck and shouted, "My brother is a hero!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Fu Yucheng gave him a sip of sobering soup.
On the way back in the car, Fu Yuanshan fell asleep with his military medal in his arms after getting drunk, with a smile on his face.
Yun Tangyin covered him with a military coat, turned to Fu Yucheng and said, "The military medals in my second brother's arms are more precious than any bamboo basket he has woven."
"He's just being stubborn." Fu Yucheng held her hand. "When spring comes, let's build a grape trellis in the yard and have my second brother make a swing. We'll take the children on it and play."
Jiang Jianhua suddenly clapped his hands. "I've got it! My child's nickname, regardless of gender, will be 'Nian Nian', to remember our family bond."
"What a nice name." Song Yushuang pulled out a red cloth bag from her bosom. "This is the amulet I asked for for my child. The old monk in the temple said it's very effective."
I don't know when the snow outside the car window stopped, and the moonlight sprinkled on the snow, so bright that it looked like a layer of silver.
Fu Yucheng looked at the shadows of the trees passing by outside the window, and suddenly felt that no matter how heavy the military medal was, it was not as heavy as the concern of his family; no matter how valuable the honor was, it was not as heavy as the bowl of hot porridge on the kang.
When they got home, the sauerkraut and pork pot was still bubbling on the stove. Yu Xia ladled a spoonful of soup into everyone's bowl and said, "Warm up quickly! No matter how lively the celebration is, it won't be as heartwarming as the hot soup at home."
Fu Yuanshan held the soup bowl with the military medal beside him and suddenly said, "Tomorrow I will make a bamboo stand for this military medal and put it in the most conspicuous place in the main hall."
"Add a big red flower to it." Jiang Jianhua put a piece of meat into his bowl, "Let the whole village know that our Fu family has a great hero."
Yun Tangyin looked at the military medal on Fu Yucheng's shoulder, which was shining under the oil lamp, and suddenly felt that this day was like the sauerkraut and pork in the pot, sour with a hint of freshness, and so warm that it made people tremble in their hearts.
Fu Yucheng added a spoonful of soup to her bowl and said softly, "Let's live a good life as a family in the days ahead."
The moonlight outside the window flowed into the house and fell on everyone's smiling face, like a thin layer of frosting, just sweet enough.
The next morning, Fu Yuanshan's bamboo sword was making a "clacking" sound in the yard.
Yun Tangyin came out with water for washing her face and saw him splitting green bamboo into thin strips. The bamboo strips glowed emerald green in the morning light.
"Second brother, are you making a frame for the military medal?" She smiled and placed a bowl of hawthorn tea on the stone table.
Fu Yuanshan paused, the bamboo strips curved into a beautiful arc at his fingertips: "I have nothing to do anyway, so I might as well make something to pass the time."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw him weaving a... plum blossom on the bamboo frame?
The petals were stacked layer upon layer, so vivid that Yun Tangyin was stunned. Does he have such skill?
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