Chapter 5 Hello? I am Zhao Yuejin! [Please read! Please give me a monthly ticket!] Zhao Weihong still didn't come back to her senses until the light curtain gradually disappeared from her sight. What the hell? Could this be the legendary golden finger? When Zhao Weihong thought of this, he was shocked and felt a little sad. Zhao Weihong never thought that after being an ordinary person all her life, one day she would be able to enjoy such treatment as a protagonist. Just when Zhao Weihong was about to study his golden finger carefully, Li Ping's cheerful voice brought him back to reality. "Son, what are you still doing here?" "It's time to eat!" "Let me see where the oil point has collapsed to?" While speaking, Li Ping had already grabbed Zhao Weihong's arm and was examining it carefully with a look of heartache.
That expression is just like an old hen protecting her chicks. Females are weak, but mothers are strong. Seeing this, an inexplicable warm current surged in Zhao Weihong, making him open his mouth and repeat the promise once again. "mom." "I must make sure that you and my father can live a good life." Li Ping looked up in astonishment, her lips trembling for a while, and then she smiled and nodded. "it is good!" "Then Mom can just wait to enjoy her peaceful life!" "Hurry up and help mom bring the food over. It's time to eat." "it is good." Zhao Weihong happily picked up the plate and walked out, his steps particularly relaxed. After twenty years of torture in the "dream", Zhao Weihong is very clear about his position. He is just an ordinary person among the countless people. Some things were destined to have nothing to do with Zhao Weihong from the moment she was born. Zhao Weihong doesn't have so many "worldly desires" and won't worry about not being able to get these things. He just wanted to fulfill his promise, to let his parents, who had worked hard for half their lives, live a life that was not as good as any other, but better than any other, and to escape from this poor and backward mountain village. This is enough. Now, the various strange phenomena happening to her have given Zhao Weihong more confidence in achieving this goal. With brisk steps, Zhao Weihong walked out of the kitchen and greeted cheerfully.
"Dad, it's time to eat!" "Mom, where are the people?" "Hey, here we come!" Hearing her son's call, Li Ping wiped her eyes a few times and hurried out of the kitchen, with a smile from the heart on her face. For a mother, nothing can make her more proud than seeing her son grow from a boy into a real man. There is no man in Longxi who doesn't drink, and Zhao Jianguo is no exception. Although this dinner is a bit shabby and not worthy of the warm atmosphere of the family of three at the moment. But Zhao Jianguo still took out a bottle of wine, which was still the Xifeng wine that Zhao Weihong and Zhao Yuejin drank at noon. "Dad, I'll give it to you" Seeing this, Zhao Weihong put down his chopsticks and the steamed bun in his hand, stood up and wanted to pour a glass of wine for his father. But Zhao Jianguo looked at him, shook his head silently, put the cup in front of Zhao Weihong, and poured him a glass of wine personally. There has always been an unwritten tradition among the people of Longxi. When the father thinks his son has grown up and can shoulder the burden of the family, he will personally pour a glass of wine for his son as a token of his recognition. "When you arrive in the army, be an honest person and do your work in a down-to-earth manner." "Don't worry about home. Your mother and I are still able to work. Just take care of yourself." "You don't have to worry about the money you owe." "If your boss gives you money, keep it and buy what you need." "Dad is dumb, can't make any profound statements, and doesn't have any skills." "The road ahead depends on you." After saying that, Zhao Jianguo was the first to raise his glass and drink it all in one gulp. For the first time in his life, Zhao Jianguo looked old in front of his son. As an honest farmer, Zhao Jianguo is poor but he lives in dignity. Over the years, Zhao Jianguo has written down every penny of the money donated by fellow villagers to the Zhao family, whether it was seven or eight dollars or a few dimes. He plans to repay them personally from every household after Zhao Weihong becomes successful in the future. But now it seems that there is no such opportunity. Zhao Weihong once thought that she had been "humiliated" during this period. But hasn't Zhao Jianguo, a man from Longxi who never bowed his head in his life, also experienced the fickleness of human nature and the vicissitudes of the world? But Zhao Jianguo never brought these emotions to his family. He always had a slightly honest, yet particularly reassuring smile on his face. Because in Zhao Jianguo's eyes, although his son has grown up, he is still just a child. He still needs the protection of his father. Despite this protection, it is a bit thin.
But it is still all that Zhao Jianguo can give to Zhao Weihong. But now, Zhao Jianguo took off his disguise in front of his wife and children. The greatest recognition a father can give to his son is to admit his own ordinariness in front of his son. Seeing this, Zhao Weihong's Adam's apple kept rolling. She wanted to say something, but felt that nothing she said would be appropriate. In the end, Zhao Weihong had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and drink it all. The father and son stood facing each other, both holding their wine glasses high, as if they had just completed a mysterious and ancient ritual. "Let's eat." "Eh." Originally, Li Ping wanted to take advantage of the meal to pull Zhao Jianguo aside and persuade her son again. But looking at the attitude of the father and son, Li Ping knew that it was useless for her to say anything, so she stopped talking. She just kept picking up food for her son and told him to drink slowly. Night fell. The family of three returned to their former happy life. After dinner, Zhao Jianguo and his wife asked Zhao Weihong to look after the house by herself and then hurried out. Zhao Weihong naturally wanted it more than ever and immediately began to study his own golden finger. But after struggling for a long time, Zhao Weihong still couldn't come up with the "Proficiency +1" prompt like before. Is it possible? As the guesses suddenly popped up in his mind, Zhao Weihong's eyes fell on the brand new sewing machine in the corner. or Try stepping on it again? "coming?" "Ah." "Are you two really planning to let Wei Hong join the army?" "Ah." Zhao Jianguo clicked his eye bags and watched his brother eat quietly. Although there has always been a saying among the people that "good men don't serve as soldiers, and good iron is not used to make nails." But wanting to be a soldier in those days was no less difficult than in later generations, and might even be more difficult. Because you can be assigned a job after retiring from the army, and there is not even a rigid requirement of "serving in the army for twelve years" as in later generations! As long as they have urban household registration, even if they are retired conscripts, the local government must, in principle, accept them, resettle them, and assign them jobs! A real iron rice bowl! Just for this reason, there will be many people who want to join the army! Although Zhao Weihong's family has a rural household registration, they cannot enjoy this policy. But sending Zhao Weihong to join the army is indeed a difficult task. To put it bluntly, given Zhao Weihong's family conditions, it was never his turn to join the army. But Zhao Jianguo still had the confidence to send Zhao Weihong to join the army, thinking that this was a foregone conclusion.
Zhao Weihong herself also thinks so. The father and son are so "confident" only because of the man sitting opposite Zhao Jianguo. Zhao Yuejin. He finished the dinner brought by his elder brother with great movement. Zhao Yuejin wiped his mouth, didn't ask any more questions, and just spoke briefly. "Let's go." Seeing this, Li Ping wanted to step forward and help her brother-in-law, but Zhao Yuejin dodged her with a smile. The three of them moved forward slowly and soon arrived at the only place in the village that could connect to the outside world. Commissary. Seeing Zhao Jianguo and his wife coming over, the owner of the convenience store grinned and was about to tease them. But when the boss saw Zhao Yuejin leaning on a crutch, his expression tensed and he dared not say a word. Zhao Jianguo had no interest in chatting with him. He just watched Zhao Yuejin's actions calmly. Zhao Yuejin limped to the phone, picked up the receiver, waited for a while, and then spoke calmly. "Hey." "I'm Zhao Yuejin." The update is a little late. I took a nap and opened my eyes at six o'clock. I felt like the sky was falling! Without further ado, there will be another update later! During the new book period, there will be at least two updates every day, and three updates during the recommendation period. Brothers who like this book, please vote and share it. After it is put on the shelves, the author will update frequently!
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