Portable Museum

As a result, in the end, what was waiting was a bad news and a suicide note.

Mrs. Yang lost her belief in living, and her body collapsed instantly.

Her love noodle shop eventually became a legend.

"I understand! Director Zhao, I'll go in and see Mrs. Yang." Zhang Junping nodded heavily.

"Go, Mrs. Yang probably has something to tell you."

"I know!" Zhang Junping nodded.

Walking into the house with a heavy heart, in the dim room, Mrs. Yang was lying on the bed, already in a semi-conscious state.

Mrs. Yang's grandson was lying on the bed, holding onto Mrs. Yang's hand, crying silently.

Zhang Junping walked to the bed, reached out and touched Yang Jindong's head.

poor child.

"Old lady Yang, old lady Yang! I'm here!" Zhang Junping called softly.

"Ping...Ping...zi..." Hearing Zhang Junping's call, Mrs. Yang opened her eyes, breathing weakly.

"Old lady Yang!" Zhang Junping quickly took out a sandalwood box from his briefcase, opened it, took out a piece of ginseng, and stuffed it into Old lady Yang's mouth.

This piece of ginseng was not ordinary ginseng, it was half a ginseng collected by Zhang Junping after a lot of effort.

Seven taels are ginseng, and eight taels are treasures.

This half ginseng is ginseng treasure, which is the century-old ginseng often mentioned in novels.

Centennial ginseng can hang your life.

Originally, Zhang Junping did not intend to take out the century-old ginseng.

The relationship between him and Mrs. Yang was good, but not so good that he would hang her with century-old ginseng.

Zhang Junping is generous and can be regarded as a good person, but he is not a bad person.

Casually took out the century-old ginseng to save people.

The reason why it was taken out was because of a revolutionary martyr like Yang Zhenhua, and it was also because of the unswerving love between the two.

The [-]-year-old ginseng quickly exerted its medicinal effect, and Mrs. Yang's face became rosy, and her whole body became energetic.

"Pingzi!"

"Old lady Yang, what are you doing? You have lived so long, why can't you think about it?" Zhang Junping said while holding Old Lady Yang's hand.

"Pingzi, I'm going to find my old man, it's just my poor grandson..."

"Mrs. Yang, do you still know your grandson? Tell me, you haven't finished this task yet, how can you rush to see Mr. Yang?

No matter what you do, you have to wait until you have trained Dongzi to be a man, and then you can tell him a daughter-in-law before you leave. Zhang Junping persuaded with a smile.

Mrs. Yang's illness was not cured by medicine stones, it was simply because Mrs. Yang lost the belief in living.

Therefore, a simple cold caused Mrs. Yang's body to collapse and her body organs to fail.

"Pingzi, old lady, I beg you one thing..."

"Mrs. Yang, do you want to hand over Dongzi to me?" Zhang Junping had already guessed why Mrs. Yang came to him.

"Yes! Among the people my old lady knows, you are the only one. I am most at ease in entrusting Dongzi to you."

"You! You will really find me something to do!

Tell me about you old lady, why don't you live well and take care of Dongzi by yourself?Have to give it to me? " Zhang Junping said while giving old lady Yang his pulse.

"Pingzi, I can't do it anymore. The old man is over there alone. He can't eat well or dress well. I don't worry. I have to take care of him!

Dongzi, grandma is sorry for you, I can't grow up with you, grandma is selfish!

Now, I just want to find your grandpa as soon as possible..." Old Madam Yang's cloudy eyes shed tears of reluctance.

"Mrs. Yang, Mr. Yang has been lonely for decades, not less than ten years.

How about you bring up Dongzi before going to accompany Mr. Yang? "Zhang Junping tried to arouse Mrs. Yang's belief in living.

"Pingzi, don't try to persuade me, I know my own body.

Dongzi, I will leave it to you. "Mrs. Yang begged, clutching Zhang Junping's arm tightly.

Zhang Junping knew through the pulse signal that it was all over now.

The organs in Mrs. Yang's body have failed, and now she is holding on.

This tone is the reluctance to Dongzi.

"Dongzi, kneel down and kowtow to me three times." Zhang Junping said to Dongzi.

"Uncle Ping?!" Dongzi looked up blankly, not understanding why Zhang Junping suddenly asked him to kowtow.

"Kowtow to me three times, and you will be my apprentice from now on!

Mrs. Yang, I accept Dongzi as an apprentice, so you can rest assured? "Zhang Junping said to Mrs. Yang with a smile.

"Pingzi, you... you are a good person! Thank you... thank you!" Mrs. Yang thanked weakly.

"Old lady Yang, what else do you want to explain?" Zhang Junping asked softly.

"Box...box..." Mrs. Yang pointed to a box beside the bed with difficulty.

Zhang Junping quickly opened the box, inside

There are some clothes, I flipped through them, and there is a red cloth bag underneath.

Zhang Junping took out the red cloth bag, "You want this!"

Madam Yang nodded.

Zhang Junping handed the red cloth bag to Mrs. Yang.

Mrs. Yang raised her hand, and finally said weakly: "Hit...open!"

Zhang Junping helped her open the red cloth bag, which contained a book, an old-fashioned house deed, and some money.

"Book!"

This is a very common thread-bound Three Character Classic, which is quite old.

Zhang Junping picked up the book, opened it, and found a black and white photo inside.

It is a group photo, it should be a group photo of Yang Zhenhua and Mrs. Yang when they were young.

Zhang Junping handed the photo to Mrs. Yang.

Seeing the photo, Mrs. Yang cheered up, raised her hand to take the photo, and held the photo tightly to her chest, the muddy tears could not stop flowing down.

After crying for a long time, Mrs. Yang picked up the house deed and put it in Zhang Junping's hands.

"Don't worry, the yard will belong to Dongzi in the future, and no one can take it away." Zhang Junping promised.

"Okay! Thank you Pingzi! You are a good person!" Mrs. Yang finally explained everything, closed her eyes, and murmured: "Old man, I'm here!"

"You say you are an old lady, you are so old, why do you still give out good person cards?" Zhang Junping smiled and shook his head, his eyes were a little red.

After a while, Zhang Junping stood up and said to Director Zhao: "Director Zhao, Mrs. Yang is gone! What do you think about the funeral?"

"Grandma! Grandma, don't go!" Dongzi cried heart-piercingly when he heard this.

"Mrs. Yang is a family member of a martyr. I will report to my superiors right away. There will be funeral expenses and so on."

"Director Zhao, that's not what I said.

Can you ask and see where Mr. Yang is buried.

Let's see if we can move Mr. Yang's body back and bury it with Mrs. Yang. "

Chapter 3 and [-] Granny Yang's Noodle House

"Manager Zhang, this matter is not easy to handle.

Mr. Yang, he was a first-level commander of our army back then.

You should know what this level represented in that era. Director Zhao said with a face of embarrassment.

"Understood!" Zhang Junping nodded in understanding.

The commanders of the Eighth Route Army during the Anti-Japanese War, as long as they survived, were all lieutenant generals when they were awarded the title in 55, and several were directly awarded the rank of general.

Such a character must be the focus of attention in the local martyrs cemetery.

Tomb-sweeping or something, grave sweepers are indispensable.

However, it is not an easy task to move Mr. Yang's body to BJ Babaoshan.

It's hard to go to the blue sky!

Babaoshan itself is not something everyone can enter, not to mention the martyrs who have sacrificed for more than 30 years, and the local government will not agree.

"I'll find a way to get some of the old man's relics. When we come back, let's build a clothes tomb and bury the old lady and the old man together." Zhang Junping thought for a while, and then gave up.

"This is a good way! The old lady has been guarding the house for 50 years, and the old man must have a wish." Director Zhao readily agreed.

"Hey! Why do you think this old lady is so big-hearted? Just leave her grandson to me with such confidence?" Zhang Junping smiled wryly.

"Then what are you going to do? Adopt it, or send it to an orphanage?"

"Hey! Who told me to rub the old lady's noodles with soy sauce all the time?

After all, I owe her.

Dongzi will be my disciple from now on. "Zhang Junping sighed.

"Manager Zhang, no wonder everyone says you are benevolent and righteous. The old lady values ​​this, so she trusts her grandson to you.

This is her will. Director Zhao took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhang Junping.

"This old lady is quite a foreigner, and she knows how to make a will?" Zhang Junping took a look at the will.

Good guy, this old lady is really particular.

Zhang Junping helped her raise her grandson, marry a wife and have children. Her courtyard house, east and west wing rooms belonged to Zhang Junping, and Dongzi owned the main house and the outside shop house.

"This old lady, can I have her house?" Zhang Junping shook his head and put away the will.

Although he is not short of these few houses, it is the old lady's wish.

It shows that they are not morally kidnapped. If you help raise your grandson, they will pay you.

"Also, I will apply for the funeral expenses of Mrs. Yang later.

Mr. Yang also has a pension, which is about several thousand yuan.

In addition, Yang Jindong's country will also give a sum of child support.Not much, 15 yuan a month and some bills, until he comes of age. Director Zhao has confirmed that Zhang Junping really raised Yang Jindong, so he told the truth.

To put it bluntly, Yang Jindong was raised by the state until, according to the current standard of living, 15 yuan plus bills a month is enough for living and studying.

Zhang Junping only played the role of a guardian.

"I see!

Put the old lady to rest first.

I don't know much about funeral matters, so I have to ask our street for help. Zhang Junping nodded indifferently.

"There's no problem with this, I'll go back and call someone." Director Zhao readily agreed.

Mrs. Yang is a member of the military martyrs, which is the responsibility of their sub-district office.

After Zhang Junping chatted with Director Zhao, he entered the room. Dongzi was tired from crying, lay down on the bed and fell asleep holding Mrs. Yang's hand.

He reached out and patted Dongzi's shoulder lightly.

"Uncle Ping!" Dongzi looked up and saw Zhang Junping, grinning and about to cry again.

"Dongzi, I will be called Master from now on.

Just now, in front of your grandma, I have accepted you as a disciple. Zhang Junping corrected with a smile.

"Master!"

"Good! Good boy, I will live in the master's house from now on.

Huai Zhi and the two of them are also there, you can live together. "