Zhao Tianhai's penchant for eating sour radish can be traced back to the period of the Red Army's Long March for more than 50 years. Due to the separation from the large team during the breakout, plus he was shot in the leg, and encountered a pouring rain, Zhao Tianhai had a high fever, and could only lie alone in the puddle on the grass and wait for death. At this time, he met a seventeen or eighteen-year-old soldier of the Red Army, asked him about his situation, and wanted to chase after the large army on his back. Zhao Tianhai didn't want to implicate this little soldier, but before he could refuse, he fell into a coma. In the following days, Zhao Tianhai was confused, with almost no specific impressions, and the only thing he remembered was that someone seemed to feed pickled radish to his mouth every day, which was sour and spicy, very delicious.

More than ten days later, Zhao Tianhai finally woke up in a daze, and saw that this little soldier was carefully stuffing a thin sour radish strip into his mouth with two short wooden sticks, but the little soldier's original black face had become sallow and sallow at this time, and his head was covered with sweat. Seeing Zhao Tianhai open his eyes, the little soldier smiled happily and said, "Are you awake? Hurry up and eat this sour radish, sweat, it should be fine." ”

After saying this, the little warrior fell to the ground with a pop. Zhao Tianhai also supported the stretcher with his elbows, and forcibly lifted half of his body, wanting to help this little soldier.

This little soldier was still conscious at this time, although his eyelids drooped downward, but seeing that Zhao Tianhai wanted to sit up from the stretcher, he forced the last bit of energy to stretch his eyelids open, and said to Zhao Tianhai with difficulty: "Comrade, I can't do it, right...... I'm sorry, I can't carry you anymore......"

Before he finished speaking, the little warrior crooked his neck and lay down on the ground.

"Little brother, little brother!"

Zhao Tianhai only felt a burst of pain in his heart, and he didn't know where the strength came from in his body, he turned over and sat up from the stretcher, and reached out to help the little soldier. But the little soldier's body was still warm, but his body was already stiff.

Right next to the remains of the little warrior. There is a small black clay pot with a small half jar of sour radish strips, which exudes an attractive taste of sour and spicy.

Not far from this small clay pot, Zhao Tianhai also saw a stall of vomit, and in the yellow bile, there were some undigested grass root bark, and nothing else. No matter how stupid Zhao Tianhai is, he understands that this little soldier left all this small jar of sour radish strips to him, and the little soldier himself has been these days. They all feed their hunger with grass roots and bark. And he had to carry his serious illness on his back in the grass. The little warrior is completely starving to death and exhausted. If it weren't for saving him, with this small jar of sour radish strips, how could the little soldier catch up with the big army!

The three words "I'm sorry" were originally what Zhao Tianhai should have said to the little soldier. But he didn't have time to say it, and he didn't even know what the little warrior's name was, and where he was from......

For this unknown little comrade-in-arms and his own life-saving benefactor, Zhao Tianhai couldn't let him be violent in the wilderness no matter what, just dug with his weak hands, scraped his nails, lay on the ground to rest for a while when he was tired, drank a sip of stagnant water in the grass when he was thirsty, and nibbled on a small sour radish when he was hungry, which took more than two days. I dug a pit by hand and buried the little warrior. Then, relying on the remaining small half jar of sour radish strips, with grass roots and wild vegetables, he walked forward with difficulty, and after ten days, he miraculously met a group of Red Army soldiers. With their help, it was finally possible to catch up with the large forces.

Since then, sour radish has become Zhao Tianhai's favorite dish, for Zhao Tianhai, he eats not only sour radish, but also a memory of the life-saving benefactor. It's just a pity that although the taste of that small jar of sour radish has been deeply engraved in Zhao Tianhai's bones, he has never encountered the same taste as the sour radish left by that little soldier.

This Qingming Festival went to Jiubao Mountain to pay tribute to his wife, after the rain and burning, what Zhao Tianhai wanted to eat most was the sour radish of the year, the kind of sour radish left to him by the little soldier at the beginning. But his son Zhao Genzheng and his daughter Zhao Genhong collected hundreds of kinds of sour radish, but they didn't find the familiar taste back then. Only the kind of sour radish in Xiangxi is rare two or three points similar, but after all, only two or three points are similar, after all, it is not the taste of the year!

Zhao Genzheng and Zhao Genhong both know their father Zhao Tianhai's past, although they understand Zhao Tianhai's persistence, but they think that the old man is just a nostalgia for the prosperous years of his career, the taste of sour radish is almost the same, and after so many years, there will definitely be some deviations in the memory, even if you find the same sour radish as back then, I'm afraid Zhao Tianhai will feel that the taste is different, right?

But no one thought that Zhao Tianhai would smell the taste of sour radish from the broken multi-flavored radish today. Could it be that the two cans of Sanjiangkou multi-flavored radish that Bao Feiyang gave were from the same production area as the small jar of sour radish that the little soldier brought back then? This little soldier was from Sanjiangkou, Tianyuan City? Or was his small jar of sour radish from Sanjiangkou, Tianyuan City?

Zhao Genhong was stunned here, and Zhao Tianhai had already begun to pound the hospital bed with his thin hands, "Quick, pick it up, pick it up for me!"

Zhao Genhong reacted at this time, and hurriedly ran up to show Zhao Tianhai another can of multi-flavored radish in his hand: "Dad, it doesn't matter, I still have a can here, and a can!"

"Ah, there is another can?" Zhao Tianhai's eyes were immediately attracted by the can of multi-flavored radish in Zhao Genhong's hand, he snatched the can of multi-flavored radish in Zhao Genhong's hand, held it in front of him and looked at it greedily, and a childlike innocent smile bloomed on his haggard and pale face: "Really, there really is another can!"

His fingers trembled and he was about to twist the lid of the sour radish, but how could he unscrew it, Yang Xiangyuan, who was standing on the side, hurriedly took it, unscrewed the sealing lid with his big hand, and handed the glass jar to Zhao Tianhai again.

Zhao Tianhai's nose moved, sniffing the rich and sour and spicy fragrance coming out of the glass jar, and he didn't care that he didn't wash his hands, two fingers had been inserted into the glass jar, and he picked up a radish strip and sent it to his mouth.

Zhao Genhong wanted to stop it, but seeing the greedy and eager look on Zhao Tianhai's face, he couldn't bear it, so he couldn't bear it.

With a "card ci", Zhao Tianhai had already bitten off most of the radish strips, and a familiar taste exploded in his mouth, stimulating his already numb taste buds.

"Yes, it's really that, it's really like this!" Zhao Tianhai chewed the radish strips greedily, and there were two lines of turbid tears rolling down his eyes, he looked up at Yang Xiangyuan and said, "Old Yang, give me a bowl of rice, I'm hungry!"

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