Chapter Ninety-Seven: Clichés

Also, why did she say he wasn't dead?

Fu Hongxing couldn't help squinting her eyes, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw her unnatural standing posture.

took a step forward, grabbed Tranquility's arm and said, "I'll carry you to the health center first to see your legs!" “

After saying that, he changed the rucksack on his back to hang it on his chest, then turned to her and squatted down.

Looking at the broad back in front of him, Tranquility swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"This, no need!"

Fu Hongxing tilted his head slightly, revealing a side face.

Even so, Tranquility could see his brow furrow slightly.

"Come up."

The words he uttered made people can't help but obey.

When Ning Jing came back to his senses, the whole person was already lying on Fu Hongxing's back.

She only felt that the thighs that were being held by Fu Hongxing, as well as the places where her chest was against his back, burned like fire.

"What are you doing in town so early?"

Fu Hongxing asked quietly.

"Huh? Oh, there's no kerosene left at home, I'm going to buy some. “

Hearing Fu Hongxing's question, Ning Jing cleared his throat, tore his eyes away from his body, and then replied.

"Why were you so surprised when you saw me just now?"

Fu Hongxing nodded, and then asked again.

"Isn't that the news that you died honorably!"

Director Najia came to her with the recruitment indicators of the textile factory, it can't be fake, right?

If it weren't for Fu Qiang confirming to her that this was Fu Hongxing just now, Tranquility wouldn't have been so easy to believe.

"Message? Who brought it? “

Fu Hongxing frowned.

In the army, he never wrote a letter other than to send money home.

Could it be that when I entered the operating room, I asked someone to send a message, and someone else passed it wrong?

Thinking of Zhou Bingqian, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"The village chief and your uncle both said that you sacrificed, and the textile factory in the county town also brought recruitment indicators, saying that it was compensation for the family."

"Recruitment metrics?"

Fu Hongxing became more and more sure in his heart that this would definitely not be something that people in the army could do.

Even if he dies, it will be at most a monthly allowance for the bereaved family.

At present, it is very difficult for peasants from the countryside to go to the cities to work as workers.

Without some rights, such a thing cannot be done at all.

Seeing Fu Hongxing's puzzled appearance, Tranquility suddenly remembered, this person is not dead, so the recruitment index is still not counted?

"That, Fu Hongxing, let me sell the recruitment index, it will be fine, right?"

Fu Hongxing was still thinking about things, and when she heard Tranquility, she was looking forward to Ai Ai, and she was as timid as a mouse.

Finally, there is a hint of familiarity.

"Don't worry, I'm here, it's fine."

After a pause, Fu Hongxing replied.

This sentence was originally what Tranquility liked to tell Xiuhua the most.

At first glance, when he heard Fu Hongxing say this, Ning Ning couldn't help but be stunned.

Fu Hongxing's footsteps were fast, and it didn't take long to arrive in the town.

The old doctor, who just glanced at the red and swollen ankles, took out a bottle of safflower oil and red potion from the glass cabinet next to him.

"Where the red potion rubs the skin, where the safflower oil rubs the red and swollen place, don't use it hard these days."

When he said the last sentence, he also glanced at Fu Hongxing and Ning Ning.

Then he opened a list and threw it directly to Fu Hongxing.

Fu Hongxing didn't say a word, and turned around directly to pay the money.

Seeing Fu Hongxing leaving, Ning Jing suddenly remembered, how could she get out and give the wheat and soap to Niu Jinju?