With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

From Xue Ming's point of view, civil and military fights were very funny, but Xue Qing's sobriety made him very happy.

"It's hard for Li Taiyue to become a great person. I plan to take refuge with Shen Xiaoli. Do you have any objections, brother?" Xue Qing said.

Xue Ming thought about it carefully, shook his head and said, "I want you to stay at home and not get involved in the right and wrong. Are you willing?"

Xue Qing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Brother, I am here too for this family."

He lowered his head and did not dare to look at his elder brother. Shen Xiaoli was his opponent, but now the situation was stronger than others, so it was the best choice to seek refuge with Shen Xiaoli.

Xue Ming showed a wry smile: "It's up to you to choose your own path."

He reached out and patted his brother on the shoulder and said, "But I remind you, no matter when the time comes, you must live up to your conscience."

Xue Qing nodded: "Brother, Li Taiyue told me this morning that Uncle Cao died of illness a few days ago?"

"Well! You stay to take care of your sister-in-law, and I'll go to Uncle Cao's house to visit." Xue Ming got up and came to the yard, pushing his bicycle to Cao Baoshan's house.

On the way, find a deserted place to enter the space, put some rice and eggs in a bag, and then pocket some brown sugar with a handkerchief.

I rode to the Transportation Bureau Family Courtyard and saw various slogans posted on the walls of Cao Baoshan's home.

In addition to being hit, it is hit, but now it is completely hit.

He knocked on the door gently: "Is there anyone at home? Sister-in-law Feng, I am Xue Ming."

A few minutes later, a voice came from the door: "Are you Xue Ming?"

"I am." Xue Ming heard Feng Juanjiao's voice and felt that her voice was filled with fear.

The door opened a crack, and Feng Juan asked softly: "Comrade Xue Ming, are you okay? I'm the only one at home."

"Auntie, open the door. I've brought you some daily necessities." Xue Ming raised the rice bag in his hand.

After about half a minute, the door finally opened halfway, and Xue Ming saw a frighteningly thin face.

I almost didn't recognize it, but the little woman in front of me was the former Feng Juanjiao, the wife of the provincial transportation director.

Her face was sallow, her eye sockets were sunken, and her hair was already very white.

Not like a young woman in her early forties, but more like an old woman in her sixties.

Xue Ming struggled for a while and then said: "Aunt, I heard the bad news about Uncle Cao. I hope you will express your condolences and accept the change."

Feng Juanjiao broke through her defenses instantly, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, her tears like broken pearls.

"Auntie, Zhao Xue will give birth in a few days, and I will ask you to give me a favor then.

If you have difficulties in life, just go to your home and talk to me, or ask someone to talk to you. "

Xue Ming put the two bags into the door and left on his bicycle.

The other party is now a widow. It is inappropriate for a grown man to enter the house alone. It is better to do less than to do more.

Feng Juanjiao locked the door from the inside, looked at the rice, eggs and brown sugar in the bag, and shed tears again.

Ever since Cao Baoshan left the provincial capital to work in the countryside, her former friends have avoided her for fear of having anything to do with her, and even her relatives have stopped visiting her home.

In the past six months, Xue Ming was the only person who came to visit her.

Feng Jiaojuan carried the grain bag into the main room, opened the cellar and hid it inside.

A black and white photo of Cao Baoshan hung in the main hall. She reached out and gently touched the face in the photo.

"Baoshan, you are indeed right. Xue Ming is a man who values ​​friendship. He came to see you just now and brought food to our family."

As she spoke, she cried again.

In the courtyard of the Transportation Department, Xue Ming returned home and saw Xue Qing sitting in the yard reading a newspaper.

"Brother." Xue Qing walked up to his eldest brother, turned to look at his sister-in-law's bedroom, and handed the newspaper in his hand to Xue Ming.

The headline of the newspaper was the news of Cao Baoshan's death. The words were very vicious, as if he wanted to nail Cao Baoshan to the pillar of shame.

"Does your sister-in-law know?" Xue Ming asked.

Xue Qing nodded: "She should know, she looked very bad just now, she seemed to have cried."

"Hey!" Xue Ming couldn't help but sigh, and walked into the main room with the newspaper.

Zhao Xue sat on the bed, with tears still on her face.

The Cao family and the Zhao family were family friends, and Cao Baoshan was very kind to her, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Xue Ming sat next to his wife and put his arm around her shoulders: "I just went to Uncle Cao's house and gave Aunt Feng some food."

"Hubby, Uncle Cao is such a good person, why did he end up in such a miserable ending? Why?" Zhao Xue had tears in her eyes.

"Don't blame him, blame trash people like Shen Xiaoli and Li Taiyue." Xue Ming gently advised his wife: "Don't be sad, it will affect the baby."

"I'm not sad, I just feel worthless for Uncle Baoshan." Zhao Xue stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears.

She raised her head and looked at her husband: "Aunt Feng's life must be very difficult. Let's help if we can in the future."

"Okay, you can rest for a while." Xue Ming knelt down and took off her shoes, then helped her lie down on the bed to rest.

At dusk, mother Liu Yue'e hurried home, and she also heard about Cao Baoshan's death.

"Child, is everything in the newspaper true? Did Lao Cao really die of illness?"

"Well, nine times out of ten it's true."

"Oh, what a sin!"

Liu Yue'e sighed and looked at her daughter-in-law's bedroom: "Is Xiaoxue okay?"

"She's fine. The discomfort will pass after a while." Xue Ming asked his mother to go to the bedroom to chat with Zhao Xue, then turned to the kitchen to cook.

During dinner, Zhao Xue drank a bowl of porridge.

The next day, Liu Yuee was really worried, so she went to the department store to ask for leave and returned home to take care of her daughter-in-law personally.

Xue Ming had no choice but to ask his mother and younger sister to take good care of his wife.

Then he called Niu Guoxing to go to work in the transportation department.

All the transporters arrived and they were all happy. Most factories are on holiday, and workers are having a hard time.

"Comrades, cherish the opportunity to work and get going."

Xue Ming gave the order, and everyone started their trucks one after another. The trucks left the transportation department and went straight to Wanshe Mountain outside the city.

Niu Guoxing drove Xue Ming's No. 2 truck and led the convoy from the front.

"Brother, the newspaper said that Uncle Cao died of illness. Is it true?" Niu Guoxing's face was filled with guilt.

Half of the responsibility for Cao Baoshan's tragedy lies with his father Niu Baoquan. In the final analysis, it is still a struggle for power.

Xue Ming patted him on the shoulder and comforted him softly: "This matter has nothing to do with you, don't take it too seriously."

"Brother, I want to see Aunt Feng."

"Go again after a while, you listen to me."

The convoy slowly arrived at the foot of Wanshe Mountain, and Xue Ming saw countless heads.

There was light in their eyes, and they held various tools such as hoes, hammers, and poles in their hands.

Shen Xiaoli stood on a high place, danced and gave an impassioned speech, saying some useless nonsense.

Finally, he led everyone to shout slogans.

"Down with the Soviet revisionists, down with the new tsar..."

Countless people were shouting whistles in unison, which was quite earth-shattering, but Xue Ming felt that they were noisy.