Wei Yifu firmly believed that if he had not arrived in time to stop Song Mingcheng and his son, something serious would have happened.
The four generations of the Song family are all iron-willed soldiers. If they can protect the country, they can naturally protect their families.
When powerful enemies trampled on the country's territory, they rushed to the front line with guns, and bravely fought against the enemies to defend their country with the belief that they would die on the battlefield and be buried in the mountains.
Similarly, if someone dares to bully their wives and families, they will still give up everything.
If a soldier cannot protect his family, how can he be called a man of integrity?
"Zhao Shuping!"
Wei Yifu pointed at Zhao Shuping and scolded her angrily.
"Why didn't you get a room? Didn't I explain it clearly to you? Do you really have to let me rip off your last fig leaf in front of everyone?"
"What are you making a fuss about? How dare you make a fuss? What qualifications do you have to make a fuss with the Song family?"
Zhao Shuping crawled up with blood all over her face, still trying to argue.
"Even if I made mistakes in the past, that's in the past. Besides, the Song family is not at fault, right? If the Song family didn't make any mistakes, why would they come here for reform?"
"They arrived late, so why did they get a house? Is it just because Song Mingcheng used to be the political commissar?"
Wei Yifu nodded repeatedly.
"Good! Very good! You really won't give up until you see the Yellow River, and you won't cry until you see the coffin. If you want me to give you a reason, then I will give it to you!"
Wei Yifu pulled Song Zhanjin to his side, made him face away from everyone, and tore off his clothes.
The man's back was covered with twisted and hideous scars, crisscrossing and shocking, with almost no intact skin.
"Song Zhanjin is only twenty-five, but he's already been a veteran for eight years. He joined the army at seventeen and has fought his way from the Himalayas to Zhenbao Island and then to the southern border."
"He was the leader's son, yet he never flinched. Every difficult and dangerous mission fell on him. No one knows how many injuries he suffered and how much blood he shed!"
Wei Yifu's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at Song Mingcheng again.
"Twenty-five-year-old Song Zhanjin is already covered in wounds. Can you guess how many wounds forty-six-year-old Song Mingcheng has?"
The scene was dead silent.
Wei Yifu shouted, "I tell you, Song Mingcheng was wounded on the battlefield more than ten times, his life hanging by a thread. To this day, there are still six shrapnel fragments remaining in his body!"
"You're all arguing over the house today, but do you all remember how brutal the war was thirty years ago? The country was shattered, the people were living in misery..."
Wei Yifu closed his eyes slightly, full of pain.
"Similarly, thirty years ago, Song Mingcheng, his grandfather, and his father were all fighting on the battlefield, killing enemies and defending their country."
"Four generations of the Song family sacrificed their blood and lives to secure today's peace and stability. What were you doing back then?"
Taking a deep breath, Wei Yifu said, "If even the Song family isn't eligible for a share of the house, then none of you here are eligible!"
Looking around, Wei Yifu warned, "From now on, if anyone dares to slander military families again, don't blame me for being rude!"
At this point, no one dared to question it anymore.
Feeling guilty, Zhao Shuping stood up and left awkwardly.
Song Mingcheng thanked Wei Yifu, who sighed and waved his hand.
"I'm so ashamed, Old Song. My abilities are limited, and I really can't do much for you!"
If Han Jinsheng had not made a mistake and been dealt with at this critical juncture, he might not even have been able to keep the Song family's house.
It’s difficult, difficult…
These people are making a fuss just for the houses. If they knew that Han Jinsheng had secretly sold all the food for the cadre school for the next three months, wouldn't they rebel?
Wei Yifu looked up at the gray sky, feeling a little desperate and tired.
You see, if he, as the principal, can't solve the food problem, he can only die to atone for his sins.
After the crowd dispersed, Song Zhanjin took out a handkerchief, dipped it in water, and helped Lin Wanjun wipe the blood off her hands.
It wasn't just Zhao Shuping's blood. She also accidentally injured herself while beating someone, leaving a long bloody cut on the palm of her hand.
"Stop talking nonsense and trying to reason with me. I don't want to hear it!"
As soon as Song Zhanjin sighed, Lin Wanjun got angry.
"I understand the truth, but I don't want to listen. If everyone was reasonable, what happened today wouldn't have happened!"
Looking at Lin Wanjun's angry face, Song Zhanjin couldn't help laughing.
He hugged the woman in his arms and said, "Did I say I wanted to be reasonable? Why are you so overbearing that you don't even give me a chance to speak?"
Holding Lin Wanjun's face and staring into her eyes, Song Zhanjin spoke seriously.
"You are very beautiful, especially when you were beating me just now, you were the most beautiful!"
Hearing this, Lin Wanjun couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Are you sick? Who did you hear praise like that?"
The anger in her heart gradually subsided, and Lin Wanjun raised her hand and punched Song Zhanjin in the chest.
Li Yuetang on the side sighed, feeling a little guilty.
"It's all my fault for being so indecisive. If I were more assertive, Zhao Shuping wouldn't have dared to so brazenly seize our house and bully Junjun."
Lin Wanjun patted her mother-in-law's hand.
"It's not wrong to be soft-hearted. It's just that the other party is too shameless. You did a great job. Zhao Shuping and her daughter even knelt down to beg you for mercy, but you still refused to give up the room. That's why I had the confidence to deal with her."
In the afternoon, Lin Wanjun went to work with the manure-collecting team as usual. Today's job was to ferment fertilizer.
When Wang Chuang learned that Qin Sijun had given the house to him, he was so grateful that he wanted to kneel down and kowtow.
"Don't say these useless things. Shi Kai has gone to the clinic. You should do the work that was originally his!"
Qin Sijun said with a smile.
Wang Chuang was a man of brute strength, and he immediately picked up the shovel and started working.
"Hey, have you heard? We're out of food at the cadre school!"
During the break, someone whispered, "It's said Han Jinsheng sold off the last of his grain reserves, and now there's only a hundred or so pounds of moldy cornmeal left in the granary."
"I injured my hand at noon, and when I went to the clinic to see the doctor for bandage, I happened to see a few children with fever and diarrhea. Oh, it was so miserable."
…
Lin Wanjun also knew that many people had stomach upset, diarrhea, and fever.
Shi Kai was extremely busy. The anti-inflammatory drugs in the clinic were not enough. He even took out the veterinary tetracycline and adjusted the dosage according to weight for emergency use.
There is no other way. I don’t care about the side effects anymore. Saving lives is more important than anything else.
Shi Kai also said that the crux of the problem ultimately lies in food.
If the cleanliness and hygiene of food cannot be guaranteed, more and more people will get sick.
Therefore, starting from yesterday, Lin Wanjun no longer allowed her parents-in-law and Song Zhanjin to eat from the big pot in the cafeteria.
"Don't create panic. Principal Wei has already requested food from higher-ups, and it should be delivered in a week at most!"
Qin Sijun's face was a little pale. He sat on the haystack with his elbows on his stomach, and his voice was a little weak.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Wanjun walked up and touched Qin Sijun's forehead, which was burning hot.
"What else can I do? I have diarrhea and a fever!"
Wang Chuang, who shares a dormitory with Qin Sijun, said, "Uncle Qin had diarrhea last night. I advised him to go see a doctor and get some medicine, but he refused!"
Qin Sijun smiled bitterly and said, "The medicine is so precious, save it for women and children. I'm a man, I can carry it and get through it!"
But this disease is not so easy to bear.
When it was almost time to get off work, Qin Sijun's symptoms suddenly worsened, he vomited projectilely, and his consciousness became blurred.
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