The old man may be harsh in words, but his heart is full of love.
"You stinky old man, how could you curse your own son like that? Don't worry, my son will definitely send you away."
Zhao Xiumei cared more about this and didn't let Cao Yongzhan speak nonsense.
During the war, whenever the fighting became tense, Zhao Yongmei would pray silently in her heart for Cao Yongzhan and his soldiers.
"What a useless thing to do! If I were really that good at talking, would we have to fight the Japs for eight years? I'm going to talk them to pieces.
When did we go into battle, were we not determined to die? Worried that our bodies would be damaged and difficult to identify, we would ask instructors or comrades who could write to sew our names and suicide notes onto our bodies.
Cao Yongzhan is an old revolutionary who has walked through snow-capped mountains and grasslands and has witnessed too many life and death situations.
He felt that those who survived were lucky and lived day by day to earn money.
"Chief, Aunt Zhao, I'll go see if the auditorium is cleaned up."
Seeing that the chief and his wife started arguing, Zheng Zheng quickly found an excuse to enter the auditorium.
“Grandpa Cao, my uncle Cao is leaving early tomorrow morning, so it’s too late to change clothes.
Besides, Uncle Cao didn’t catch any prey last time because he was worried that I would have an accident in the rainforest. I will always remember this.
And last time, when my uncle Cao had a muscle injury, I gave him acupuncture and helped him regulate his physical condition at the same time.
My uncle Cao is in perfect health now, and he will definitely get better over time."
Zhang Shuguang knew what the old man was worried about and quickly took over the conversation.
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