Rebirth at the end of the world: I report to the country!

Chapter 11 11· "That beautiful plainness."

October 17, 2024, 17:42 pm - there are still four hours before "Operation Salvation" officially begins.

Pingwei City, Aiping County, Wang Family Tomb.

The Wang Family Tomb is not a cemetery, but a village. Like Xjiazhuang, Xjiatun, and Xjiacun, it is just the name of a village. Most of the people living here have the surname Wang.

The gray-faced Wang Shihu held a grass stalk in his mouth and moved the last box to the truck with a smile on his face.

Wang Shihu is a veteran, but he has been retired for a short time, only more than a month.

He wiped the sweat from his face, raised his head and smiled at the old man beside him and said, "Uncle De, is there anything else you can help me with?"

"It's gone, Xiaohu, thank you very much. I have a bad waist, so it's really hard to move these things. I'm really sorry to trouble you." The middle-aged man quickly stepped forward and handed Wang Shihu the towel, and said gratefully.

"It's nothing, it's just a little effort. If everything's okay, I'll go home first." Wang Shihu smiled freely, showing his big white teeth.

"Xiaohu, this is your hard-earned money..." The man took out a stack of neatly placed banknotes from his pocket, then took two out of it and handed them to Wang Shihu.

"Don't, don't, don't, Uncle De. I promised you that I'm here to help, but giving you money is a bit too much! I'm going to get angry if you do this!" Wang Shihu backed away like a snake or a scorpion, with an exaggerated expression.

"You've been busy all afternoon, and this money isn't much, so just accept it."

"I really can't accept it, Uncle De. If I accept it, my parents will beat me to death. Besides, when I was a soldier, you helped me take care of my family. This is what I should help." Wang Shi Tiger closed the man's hand holding the money and asked him to put the money into his pocket.

"How about you take two of the winter melons grown by Uncle De's family? They are just ripe and they are guaranteed to be delicious." The man had no choice but to say.

"Hey, I like this business. I like this hard work. My parents can't kill me. Uncle De, I want a big one. I don't want it if it's not big." Wang Shihu said with a smile.

"Okay! I'll give you the two oldest ones!" The man also smiled and nodded.

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"Dad! Mom! I'm back! Look what I stole from Uncle De's house. Cook me some winter melon and pickled mustard soup at noon tomorrow!" Wang Shihu pushed open the wooden door with his elbow and looked carelessly into the house. He shouted, then rubbed his nose: "It smells so good, what are you going to eat tonight?"

In the living room on the first floor, there was a middle-aged man sitting on a wooden chair watching TV. Hearing this, he frowned and gave Wang Shihu a look, and then said in a disgusted tone: "How do you talk? You use words like stealing."

A middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out of the kitchen where oil smoke was coming out. The wrinkles on her face became more obvious because of her smile. She looked at her son carrying two winter melons and nodded with a smile: "Okay, mom will cook it for you tomorrow! But it seems that there is no pickled mustard at home. Ping, go and ask our second aunt for some tomorrow morning. Her pickled pickled mustard is the best."

"I know—" the middle-aged man named Wang Ping nodded, and then glanced at Wang Shihu, "You are the only one who has more things to do every day."

"Hehe." Faced with his father's attitude, Wang Shihu was not annoyed at all. He had become accustomed to it over the years. His parents were the classic Dongguo type of loving mothers and strict fathers. If his father was right to Wang Shihu felt scared when he smiled at her.

After placing the winter melon on the ground, Wang Shihu sat next to him with a smile. "Dad, remember to order some. I like to eat my second aunt's pickled mustard. If I eat anything else, I'll cough."

"They all said they knew."

"Dad, what's so good about this?" Wang Shihu asked, looking at the babbling sounds on the TV - a program that told operas in the Aiping County dialect.

"No taste." Wang Ping didn't even look at Wang Shihu.

"Yes, yes, my wild boar can't eat fine chaff. Oh, there's a generation gap." Wang Shihu shrugged and crossed his legs.

"You're sitting there, you're like a second-rate guy. There's no soldier like you." Wang Ping knocked his son's leg without politeness.

"Dad, did you know that people have two faces? When I was in the team, I was a pacesetter! Very powerful! But at home, you have to let me relax, right?" Wang Shihu said with a smile, and hooked his father with his hand shoulders.

"I hope you only have the face you have in the army. When will you go to the city to find a job? It's been a few months, are you really going to be a second-rate guy?" Wang Ping asked.

"Don't you want to spend more time with you? Also, what do you mean a few months? Dad, I have only been home from the army for more than a month, not even two months!" Wang Shihu said a little unfairly.

"Why stay with us? Your mother and I are annoyed when we see you now."

"Hey! Wang Ping! What are you talking about? If you see it yourself, please don't take me with you. I think my son feels very comfortable! No matter how you look at it, he feels very comfortable!

No matter what job you find, mom will support you for the rest of your life! Xiaohu, stay a few more days! Your dad looks annoyed, tell your dad to get out! Let me see who dares to let my son go? "The woman who came out with a steaming bowl of roasted fish happened to hear Wang Ping's words and immediately glared at Wang Ping.

"Just pamper him!" Wang Ping snorted coldly.

"You just have to be tough! One month before Xiaohu came back, who was drawing in front of the calendar all day long? Looking at photos of his son every day?" The woman continued, "When I called once a week, I sat next to him and listened, but Are you just refusing to speak out and pretending to be mute?"

"Not yourself?" Wang Ping couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and stared back.

"We know who it is, don't you think so, Xiaohu?" the woman said with a smile.

Seeing that his parents were about to quarrel, as a son, Wang Shihu immediately chose...Gonghuo!

"Yes, yes! We all know it! When mom and I were on the phone, I could hear dad's breathing clearly!"

Faced with the "collusion" between his wife and son, Wang Ping was "angry"... and sat at the dining table: "Hurry up and eat! Why are you talking about so much and not having enough! I see you both are annoyed now!"

"What else do you want to eat? Then stop eating! Get out!"

"I won't eat if you ask me not to? I'll eat! What's going on?" Wang Ping is very backbone.

Wang Shihu, who was already sitting at the dining table, smiled and looked at the "noisy" scene, and was very eager to eat.

Then Wang Shihu's thoughts began to diverge.

My retirement pay is quite a lot, especially in a rural area like my own, where I can even build a small house, but I still have to work after all.

But what do you want to do? Open a veteran barbecue?

Forget it, let's take part in free employment training courses for veterans and learn some skills.

But don’t be in a hurry just yet.

Wang Shihu wanted to spend more time with his parents.

Just such a plain life makes him feel good.

This article is a recent group portrait. The male protagonist may be Lin Li, but he is more of a Dongguo.

But don’t worry, I won’t create meaningless group portraits.