As Song Yiyi expected, it was not yet eight o'clock in the morning, and the people who came to help move came. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Before Song Zi'an opened the door, he muttered: "Thanks to packing everything overnight yesterday, otherwise it wouldn't have been a mess today!"

As soon as the courtyard door opened, the voice of Battalion Commander Wu came in: "A few of you follow Zi'an, first move the large ones, then take the bits and pieces, pull them away first when they are full, and then load the second car when you come back!"

Song Yiyi looked at the stunned young men, they did their work hard, they didn't play tricks, and they had a lot of strength, but they didn't know how to handle it gently, listening to the clanging sound from time to time, she was now extremely pleased that the more valuable items at home, including some plates and bowls, had been put into the space by her father in advance.

Soon, the tables, chairs, cupboards, filing cabinets, wooden shelves, kang tables, and kang cabinets at home were all moved to the big truck parked outside the courtyard gate. Next, the family's food, meat, fish, eggs, dishes, pots and pans, bedding and pillows, brooms and shovels were all stuffed into the car one after another.

Shi Fengzhu and Song Zi'an carried the key to the house over there, and followed the car to clean up and place the furniture.

Song Yiyi closed the courtyard door and returned to the house, just as she heard the words of Battalion Commander Wu.

"Zemin, why did you leave here? You didn't make a mistake, you just live here, who dares to say anything!"

Song Zemin patted him on the shoulder: "I didn't make a mistake, but I want to recuperate happily! Xiao Wuzi, think about it, let me worry about such bad people and things all day long, don't you?"

Battalion Commander Wu still did not give up and persuaded: "Then you don't need to give up the position of political commissar of the regiment! In the past, the commander of the 115th Regiment also recuperated from his injuries for nearly a year, and he was not like you, and he was still the regiment commander when he was recuperating from his injuries!"

Song Zemin looked at his brother who hated iron but not steel, and said a rare emotional sentence: "I know, you can't bear me!"

Battalion Commander Wu's eyes were a little red, he lowered his head and sniffed sharply: "You know that I am reluctant to brother, why are you still leaving?"

Song Zemin sighed, I don't know if he was reluctant to leave his brother, or helpless about his current situation: "Xiao Wuzi, if I stay, I have some reluctance in my heart! Besides, if I don't agree with Xiao Changqing, after a long time, our group will disperse......"

Battalion Commander Wu punched the edge of the kang: "His grandmother's legs, I'm angry!"

Song Zemin waited for him to calm down a bit, and then instructed: "Xiao Wuzi, don't speak too straight in the future, and say anything through the brain." If you can endure unfair things, isn't there an old saying that 'suffering is a blessing'!"

"I'm leaving, Xiao Changqing knows that the relationship between the two of us is iron, and it is possible to be angry with you, you have to be mentally prepared, you can say it at the regimental meeting if you have opinions, but don't scold people, fight, and let people grab the handle!"

Battalion Commander Wu stiffened his neck and said unconvinced: "What can he do to me, I relied on my own strength to come up step by step." People like him will stumble! I am doing right, and I am not afraid of him!"

"At most, he just suppressed me, he didn't want me to do good things, and he didn't give me the opportunity to make meritorious contributions! If he went too far, I would go to the division commander!"

When the big truck returned, the two ended their exchange.

The second car is mainly loaded with all the split wood, lump coal, and honeycomb coal in the small warehouse.

Battalion Commander Wu followed the car, he had already figured out what the iron buddies were thinking, and he also knew how to deal with Xiao Changqing in the future, so he hurried over to help clean up the house at the other end.

Before he left, Song Zemin said with a smile: "You also know where my house is this time, if you have time, take your family to my house." ”

Battalion Commander Wu stood up: "That's for sure, I'll go to see you when I'm free." After the rules are done at your house, I will go back with those few people. Political Commissar Wang said that the division will send a jeep to send you, and I don't know when it will arrive, so I won't wait for you. ”

Song Yiyi watched the battalion stride out of the yard, get into the big truck and leave. She then closed the courtyard door, and while no one was disturbing, she and Song Zemin seized the time to cultivate.

At noon, Division Commander Jiang and Jiang Xinyong came over.

As soon as Jiang Xinyong entered the house, he shouted: "Yiyi, the guys who cook at home have all moved away, I guess you haven't eaten, right? I went to the canteen to buy buns, you and Uncle Song hurry up and eat them while they're hot." ”

Song Yiyi didn't hesitate either, and took the bun: "Thank you! I still want to wait for my father and my father to arrive at the new home before eating." ”

After eating the steamed buns, Song Yiyi washed her hands in the basin specially left by her mother and began to treat Master Jiang's acupuncture.

Jiang Xinyong didn't dare to speak out at all in the process of Song Yiyi's needle, for fear that she would burn herself and make a mistake. Finally, when he used moxa moxibustion, he opened his mouth: "Yiyi, if there is another tomorrow, will Dad really be able to operate?"

Song Yiyi understands the urgency of patients and their families: "It should be possible. In fact, after the second injection today, the shrapnel has been stripped of its original position. It's just that in this position, it is still a bit difficult to start surgery. ”

Jiang Xinyong calculated in his heart that if the old man could really undergo surgery tomorrow, then Song Yiyi would have to go to Ji Province the day after tomorrow at the latest.

My godsister is so beautiful, Song Zi'an's useless brother can protect her! The current law and order is not good, what if you encounter a bad person?

No, I have to follow, otherwise I really don't feel at ease, I made up my mind, and the moxa sticks are burned out.

Master Jiang put down his rolled up trouser leg and moved his leg, even if there was some pain, it could be ignored: "Yiyi, I can walk by myself." ”

Song Yiyi held him down as soon as he raised his hand: "Don't, you try not to exercise for the past two days, lest the shrapnel move on its own." Otherwise, these three days of sin will be in vain!"

Although Master Jiang was a tough guy, thinking about the suffocating pain of pulling shrapnel, he immediately stopped moving.

The four of them got into the jeep driven by Jiang Xinyong, first sent Jiang Shichang back to Commissar Wang's house, and then went to send Song Zemin's father and daughter to their new home. Jiang Xinyong recognized the way, and tomorrow he will send his father to Song Yiyi for treatment.

While driving, Jiang Xinyong raised his eyes from time to time in the rearview mirror, looking at the father and daughter who were talking with their heads together.

During this time, Song Zemin searched out all the memories of the original owner, and knew that the original owner almost ignored his children for the sake of the army. If it weren't for the son who had to follow the army three years ago, I'm afraid he would be like his daughter, and the two sides haven't seen each other for more than ten years.

He looked down on the original owner's approach very much, his daughter-in-law and daughter, he was not spoiled or hurt, and he showed a selfless face of sacrificing his small family for everyone everywhere, but he won praise for himself, but he also indirectly killed his loved ones, including himself!