If it weren't for the cry of hunger in his stomach, Li Deyuan looked at the elegant house that had almost disappeared in China, and listened to the ancient poems chanted with rhymes, and really thought that he had dreamed back to the Tang and Song dynasties in Eguanbo.

I thought it must be an elegant old man with crane hair and a childish face and a long robe, Li Deyuan turned his head and was very surprised! Where is there a crane-haired childish face, a standard bald head with less than his own hair, a swarthy and densely pleated face. Where is the long shirt floating, the upper body is the kind of short shirt common in monkey countries, and the lower body is a pair of black cloth pants, and the trouser legs are pulled, and the exposed calves are full of mud.

This is definitely not elegant, if it weren't for the fact that he saw this middle-aged man in his fifties in the house full of books, Li Deyuan would definitely think that this is the most common old peasant in Jiangnan or Yunnan-Guizhou in China.

looked up and down, and what surprised Li Deyuan even more was that the man in front of him was obviously a man who had just come back from the field, one sleeve was hanging empty, and after a closer look, it was really not wearing this sleeve, it was really missing an arm.

"Is this your home?" Li Deyuan was a little suspicious, and he didn't believe that this old farmer was the owner of the room full of books, the old man smiled slightly, leaned the hoe in his hand against the shelf at the door, reached out and pulled down a towel from his neck, wiped the sweat and muddy water on his face, and then nodded at Li Deyuan.

"These books are yours? Are you Chinese? This time, Li Deyuan felt a little abrupt after asking, and everyone nodded to admit that he was the master, isn't the book his? The second question is a bit reckless, which is equivalent to asking a sensitive question in the monkey country, and it also indirectly exposes his identity as a Chinese.

Unexpectedly, the old farmer still didn't speak, nodded twice, put the towel on his shoulder, turned his back to Li Deyuan, reached out and scooped out a scoop of water from the water tank under the corridor, and stood on the stone steps to rinse his legs and feet.

Only then did Li Deyuan notice that the old farmer's feet also looked a little strange, not because the feet were covered with earthworm-like green tendons, nor because the feet and legs looked like pimples and strong parts, but the left and right feet that were scrubbed alternately were different!

The mud on the left foot was washed off and two toes were missing, the big toe and the second big toe were gone, and there were two protrusions at the base of the toes that looked like sarcomas. The heel of the right foot is obviously missing a large piece, which means that half of the heel is missing, and the thick round shape has become a mutilated half-pull.

This is a disabled person, Li Deyuan feels that the missing arms and feet are disabled, should be the traces left by the war, judging from the age of this old peasant, it is estimated that he has participated in the domestic war in the monkey country.

After the old farmer finished washing, he beckoned to Li Deyuan, who was still guessing the story of the family, and did not enter the main house, but went down the stone steps, and turned into the vines with small purple flowers, a small bamboo table and a few small bamboo chairs were placed casually, and there was a charcoal basin and a kettle for boiling water at the foot of the table.

The old farmer sat down on his own, and did not give in, bent down and reached out to get the kettle, Li Deyuan was very discerning, hurriedly went to lift the kettle, filled the water tank with water, took it back and put it on the shelf on the charcoal basin, took out the branches and branches from the basket containing firewood, clicked them into a small section, put them into the charcoal basin and set them up into a small pile, took out the lighter from his pocket and touched the fire object everywhere.

The old farmer took out a handful of velvet and silk from the small basket on the other side of the table, handed it to Li Deyuan, lit it with a lighter, and the flames suddenly burned very vigorously, stuffed under the firewood pile, and soon the orange flames began to lick the bottom of the kettle.

At this time, the old farmer rinsed the two cups with water, and took out a small box made of bamboo skin from the small pocket of the bamboo table, pinched out the green leaves and put them into the cup.

I thought that although this is not a hometown to meet an old acquaintance, it is also a fellow countryman to see a fellow countryman, but Li Deyuan is still a little blindsided, the experience of this monkey country in the past half a month has shown the hostility and wariness of the monkeys to our flower family, 74 to 79 years to drive our flower family and Hua' overseas Chinese, how can you still see such an authentic Chinese?

What I read and heard about in the book about the experiences of overseas Chinese back then, at least the experiences of the old Chinese 'overseas Chinese in the monkey country in "The True Colors of Heroes 3" made Li Deyuan feel uneasy, not because he was afraid that this disabled old farmer would harm him, but because he was at a loss for what to do about the situation in front of him.

The kettle hissed and steam sounded, and the old farmer wanted to stand up to carry water to make tea, Li Deyuan hurriedly reached out and lifted the kettle first, and according to the rules of the phoenix three nods, he made tea for the elders, and then poured it into his juniors, and the aroma of the tea was stirred by the boiling water.

"Old man, I won't tell you, I'm a Chinese, I came to the steel factory of the Monkey Country as a technical guide, are you from the Monkey Country or from our Flower Family?" Li Deyuan decided not to hide his identity, so he simply made a straightforward calculation.

"I'm a flower grower, and I've been a monkey country for thirty-two years, young man, how did you get here?" The old farmer looked at Li Deyuan, and he also said himself very clearly.

"Thirty-two years, thirty-two years, and now it's 1998, does that mean that this old man came in 1966? In 1966, oh my God, wouldn't this be the legendary red soldiers who came to fight American 'imperialism' by themselves! Li Deyuan pondered what the old man said, and suddenly thought of it? The grave keeper in the cemetery of the martyrs of the former iron and steel plant told him what he said, saying that in 1966, many enthusiastic young people from the flower family secretly ran away to the country of monkeys to help fight the US 'imperialism' and died here.

The soft light in the old peasant's eyes was across the table, and it was obvious that he had seen through Li Deyuan's thoughts, and said casually: "The American 'imperialism' is a paper tiger." "Yes! Yes! This sentence is a famous quote of that era, and how many young people in the late nineties still knew it?

Now Li Deyuan completely let go, this old farmer who is about the same age as his father, and the disability on his body, at first glance, he is a person with a big story, Li Deyuan stood up excitedly and bowed respectfully to the old man, and after sitting down, he picked up the teacup and saluted three times, and dried one with tea instead of wine.

The old farmer's surname was Zhou, and he changed his surname in the monkey country, from his wife's maiden surname, and his surname was Huang. In 66, he and more than a dozen classmates ran here from the capital, to join the army to fight the big-nosed beautiful devil, and was sent back by the troops who aided Vietnam at that time, and he and two other classmates wrote a blood letter that didn't work and was left behind, so they secretly ran away in the middle of the night, and ran to a place close to the south front line in one go, and really joined the North Monkey's troops in the line of fire.

The arm was blown off by the American devil's plane, and after being disabled, one arm was still carrying the ammunition box in the logistics unit, and the treacherous butterfly mines that were dropped by the B-52 blew off two toes and half a heel were blown off, and then he went to the rear near the flower planter's house, and worked in the local area, at that time, the monkey country was going to send him back to China, because his other two classmates were sacrificed, and our flower planter also wanted him to go back.

But during his stay in the hospital, he fell in love with a female nurse in the monkey country, and he heard from his classmates who later participated in the war that the domestic movement was even more chaotic, and his family was isolated and censored because of the problem, so he married the girl from the monkey country, and returned to the girl's hometown after marriage.

Li Deyuan knows a lot about the history of this background, because in the 90s, a number of declassified books were published, including a book dedicated to writing about the Red soldiers who volunteered to go to the Monkey Country and Cambodia and other places to participate in the local troops to fight the US imperialists.

But the old man said that he hadn't been back for 32 years, and said that he hadn't seen the flower family for 30 years, Li Deyuan was puzzled, why didn't he take his wife and children back to China during the honeymoon period of the two countries? Why don't you return to China when the monkey country is in China? Why don't you go back after the normalization of relations between the two countries? Wait, a whole bunch of questions to ask.

The old man once again saw the pile of problems in Li Deyuan's stomach, Fang Cai's soft eyes seemed to dim suddenly, the tea in the cup was light and tasteless, and the old farmer, who had been silent for a long time, stood up suddenly.