It was already dark, and the hospital was lit with oil lamps, and the dim light didn't affect anything. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Mingzhi always felt that he was sleeping at home, and when he woke up, he directly called his wife's order. Of course, these shouts are all in Chinese, squatting beside him, chatting with Natasha all the time about star fruit, listening to it really well.

In response to his words, star fruit leaned her small mouth over and whispered in her ear: "Brother! What do you call me? ”

Yang Mingzhi was still a little confused, and subconsciously asked, "What time is it, is it time for dinner?" If you tell them, you will say that the deputy division commander is not hungry! Don't worry about the food. ”

Carambola smiled, looking at her husband in a daze like a boy, and simply giggled. She didn't play with her anymore, and pinched her husband's nose directly, until Yang Mingzhi felt that it was difficult to breathe, and then she completely woke up.

When I opened my eyes, the sight was truly amazing. He sat up slowly, rubbed his eyes and patted his face, clearly realizing that this was not home.

This is actually a hospital, and my wife and Natasha are also here.

"Hell! Abram did not carry out my orders, and at this moment I should be lying at home! ”

Star fruit doesn't know what he has experienced in the wine field, and listening to these words, some of the past facts can't be forgotten. Then he said: "Brother! You're all drunk, and you're better in the hospital. Natasha and I are resting at our house today, and if you suddenly break in, we will both suffer! ”

This was already very serious, and Natasha's face changed immediately. The feelings for the chief are really ambiguous, if he is still single, he has no problem as her wife. But he is already a married man, even if his relationship with Besica is so good that it cannot be described in words, he was really dealt with by this drunk man, it is a matter of life style, and the consequences are unimaginable.

Yang Mingzhi didn't think much about it, it was really unpleasant to hold his head, and he couldn't help complaining: "Oops! What a mistake this drinking is! Why do I have to drink it? This vodka is really, is there methanol mixed in! ”

"Brother! You know, it's half past six! Star fruit pouted and said pretending to be displeased.

"Oh! Yes! Isn't it dark now? ”

Because it was a private word, the star fruit simply spoke in Chinese: "Yes! Brother, you men should really control the amount of drinking. Of course, they won't pour you wine, but don't take the glass and pour it yourself. Besides! What a mistake to drink! It's really big these days! ”

"Oh? Where did you hear that?! Our fertilizer plant will use peat, and the mass production of ammonia will be easy to grasp in the future?! Yang Mingzhi asked with a grin.

Star fruit was confused when she heard these words, and she waved her hand: "Brother! You're such a fool, have you forgotten these days? I'll read you two lines of poetry, during the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls......"

"By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village?" Yang Mingzhi said it in passing, and even joked: "My dear, this lyrics have to be changed." It's called Shepherd Boy Finger Shake Vodka. ”

"Brother! Are you stupid? Where am I kidding you, according to our calendar, these days ......"

Yang Mingzhi suddenly realized, and his face changed instantly, because of nervousness, his head hurt. Holding his head, Yang Mingzhi was surprised: "Oops! How did I forget this! It's either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and it's today. It's Qingming Festival! How could I forget! ”

"That's right!" Carambola continued: "If I marry you, I will be a member of your family, and we have to burn paper for our ancestors!" ”

"Yes, and your dead parents, my dead father-in-law, let's really pay tribute."

Carambola shook her head: "Brother, I am your person, and I worship the ancestors of our family." There is a spirit under the nine springs of my in-laws, and I have to tell them that I am a good daughter-in-law."

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What day was Qingming Festival in 1942? No matter what year it is, this festival will float on the third to fifth day of April, and it will be Qingming today! It's always cloudy outside, but I'm afraid that the rain will arrive soon.

What his wife said, to be honest, really made me a little uncomfortable. She was the only one left in her carambola family who was killed by devils, wasn't she? Such a festival to commemorate the ancestors, of course, her family is her to pay tribute.

Yang Mingzhi hurriedly said: "Xiao Tao, I think the paper we produce here can be burned improvised." You really reminded me that I really have to worship my ancestors, including you. Your father and mother are gone, and you are in a foreign country again. Burn some paper and kowtow to your father and mother to the east, that is, you are filial piety as a daughter. ”

Carambola hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no!" I am a woman, and marrying you is a member of your family, even if we are both surnamed Yang, it is different. My father's and mother's son is gone, and my mother's family is gone, I ......"

"So you don't pay homage? Your little comrade's thinking is very debatable. Yang Mingzhi's mind suddenly became a mess, and the headache after drinking became more serious. Holding his head, he held back for a while, and finally summed up and said solemnly in Russian: "Comrade Beshka Berekova, as your commander, I tell you that in the Soviet Union men and women are completely equal in personality. We're married, my mom and dad and your mom and dad are my mom and dad too! I command you! Tomorrow do my bidding! I let you do what you want! ”

What exactly did he want to do when he said these words, star fruit could understand after a little thought. The husband has never been a patriarchal person, and he has always shouted that he hopes that he will have both children in the future. Star fruit has heard a lot of husbands beating their wives, but her husband will never be like this, even in the depths of the dangerous battlefield, it is really happy to be able to snuggle up to her husband's side!

In the traditional concept of star fruit, the in-laws are more important than the parents. Because the girl who married out is someone else's family, although they are all surnamed Yang, this Yang is not Yang Na. The sacrifice of Qingming has to be done by the men of the family, and the women have to follow their husbands and kowtow to the ancestral graves of the husbands.

Could it be that these traditions are purely a bunch of "feudal dross" in the eyes of her husband? Maybe these are dross, there is nothing wrong with getting married and listening to her husband, since he regards his parents-in-law as his own father, why should he find something awkward?

Customs can be changed, just like I and my husband in this distant Rakshasa country, they celebrate Christmas, don't they and their husbands also go to celebrate? There was also the Army Day parade in the USSR, in which he was a participant as well.

Carambola nodded with satisfaction: "Brother, I understand, I'll do what you say." ”

His wife's expression was a little complicated, Yang Mingzhi took a closer look, and tears actually squeezed out of the corners of her eyes.

In China in the next century, it was widely accepted for women to burn paper money for the graves of their ancestors. Times will change, women living in the old society will not be oppressed all the time, even if more than half of China is still in the Middle Ages, change will definitely take place within ten years. Carambola just enjoyed the well-being of women earlier than her compatriots in the country, after all, in the Soviet Union, discrimination against women was against the Constitution.

After appeasing his wife and Natasha, Yang Mingzhi really felt that it was pointless for him to stay in the hospital. This is not sick or sick, but he is drunk, and now he wakes up and leaves immediately, and the vacated window can still live the wounded who are really needed!

Look at the other guys lying on the beds, Yevlov and Yelentina, Lyudbalev and Salinchkin. Apparently they still don't drink enough, and they don't know if they have to sleep until tomorrow morning. Anyway, the day has passed, and they won't have any more surprise attacks to hold meetings.

It's clear, it's not today or tomorrow, and staying at home quietly with your wife is worse than anything. Prepare some rough paper by yourself, cut it into square holes, kneel with your wife tomorrow, kowtow to the east, and burn all the paper money, which is considered to satisfy your thoughts.

April, it's April 1942. My wife's real birthday is also around this time. This girl who looks like Lori is really eighteen years old!