Vol 2 Chapter 997: New Year's Eve

Not to mention everyone's own thoughts, this method has long been used freely by the three Ping An brothers, and they are very familiar with the road.
After slept for a while, facing everyone again, Brother San was as usual, nothing unusual.
If it weren't for the return of Xiao Wang and Xiao Zheng standing there straight.
Maybe everyone really thought it was a dream.
But there are always things that have changed silently. For example, when Huang Cuilan faces three brothers Ping An, she will squeeze a smile.
In the words of Liu Yi, this is the so-called shameless face!
But that’s fine. Just as the brother said, it’s good to be able to converge, and then whispered to the two elders about their second grandfather’s appearance, what retired...
It wasn't that simple. A few days ago on May 1st, I secretly thought about whether or not to give a bullet as a warning before leaving.
When Zhao Chuanguang came over with a car full of supplies, he listened to the farce, and faced the children, he nodded approvingly and said with a smile: It should have been so long ago.
And Zhao Dashan is even more interesting. After hearing the news, I patted Father Zhang on the shoulder: A generation is better than a generation, and we should rest assured that we can enjoy our old age when we are old. The implication is to remind him not to worry too much when he is old.
People are so strange. If Zhang Guoqing took the shot himself, Uncle Zhang and the others, including Father Zhang, would feel that the children had forgotten their roots.
But three brothers Ping An, they were speechless.
These trivial things did not affect the mood of the three Ping An brothers. Brother San takes a car ride every day and then goes back to the village to stop by. Don't live too easily.
On the morning of the New Year’s Eve, the sisters Huang Xiaomi came to Zhangjiacun together and pulled a lot of things. In addition to fine grains and snacks, there were three sets of new cotton-padded jacket and cotton trousers.
In their words, it’s not as cold as the capital.
Touching the army green padded jacket, it is impossible to say not to be moved. Perhaps they are worried about their parents helping each other, but it is rare that they have been thinking about it for so many years.
This winter is actually not cold at all, even if the snow hits the knees, even if the north wind makes her face hurt, but with the grandmother Huang Huimin, the aunt Zhao Yuanyuan, and them...
This set of new clothes and pants from the inside out, Ping An three felt warm.
At noon, Lin Juhua took out three sweaters, and the three brothers laughed in unison.
Lin Juhua joked: "What's the matter? Dislike it?"
May 1 hurriedly waved his hands, "Why, we can put on the new clothes made by your second mother every year for the New Year. Do they have any of them?"
"Yes, each of you has."
"Thank you second wife."
Lin Juhua shook her head and smiled, "Thank you. I'll go to the old courtyard to help, and you should go to accompany your grandma earlier."
As soon as they left, Liu Yi felt his sweater thoughtfully, "I'll go to the provincial capital in two days and take care of Brother Stone's business. He should move."
May 1 frowned and said, "A big man can't fight his own future? It's better to arrange for the second sister. She should be seventeen years old, arrange a good job, and then she will be able to give to the second uncle just like her cousin. Add some help."
"Also, where do you want her to go?"
"Look at what she said first."
Ping An laughed, but he didn't speak.
Don't even look at his brother who is only eight years old, their eyes are good. Why don't you mention Maimiao and Yaya? Isn't it that Maisui washes the clothes for them and cleans up the housework twice when they return home.
Helping people has to look at their character, they are the white-eyed wolves who never want to show up for good intentions.
Is the stone good? Treating their three brothers is really good.
But men are different from girls. If they haven't been beaten for a long time, no matter how they pull, they still won't become a climate.
Just like Zhang Mingyou's cousin and Zhang Ziwu's cousin.
Compared with the same group of comrades in the winter conscripts, they did not go to the northwest frontier or the far south, but were fortunate to be assigned to the guard in the north, a few days away from their hometown.
But the result? With the protection of their second grandfather and the big advantage of their family, they still chose to retire. So if you push others to improve, you have to see who it is.
Read Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.
Before eating the dumplings on New Year’s Eve, Zhang Mingyou, the third son of Mr. Zhang, stepped on the snow, stumbled against the north wind, and returned to Zhangjiacun with his bags.
Maybe there is a mother-child connection. Huang Cuilan, who puts dumplings in the kitchen, couldn't care about chatting with her wife. She ran to the yard, and when she saw her son, she burst into tears.
Thin, indeed thin. Feeling embarrassed, naturally the walk for several hours is not much better. But the hot eye is that Zhang Mingyou, a soldier, actually shed tears.
The Liuyi brothers, who had always felt that the male man was bleeding and not crying, looked at each other and hurriedly chose to evacuate back to the hall. No amount of small artillery can attract them.
Father Zhang cleared his throat, "You are alone, where is Ziwu?"
Zhang Mingyou wiped away his tears and grinned, "Master, I want to kill you. He is not in the same camp with me, and he will probably be back in a few days."
In the warm room, Zhang Mingyou, who had changed his clothes, ate dumplings, making Huang Cuilan cry again, and Zhang's mother felt distressed.
Ping An was in a daze when he remembered that he came back from the military camp every winter and summer vacation. His mother was worried, but stood at the gate with a smile to welcome his return.
Perhaps, behind her back, she also burst into tears, and cares about the same day and night as her grandma, but she chose to support her and face...
Thinking of my family in a distance, my peace of mind is inevitably lost. I don't know whether the telegram I took yesterday has been received by my family, and whether the items sent in the past have been on the table.
"Don't leave this time?"
Zhang Mingyou looked at Mother Zhang, nodded, and then said as if explaining: "I can't join the party, even a small squad leader, so I should leave the army early."
Ping An was not used to his words, and said sharply: "It seems that you are not allowed to retire this year."
Zhang Mingyou glanced at him in surprise ~EbookFREE.me~ and smiled: "This is safe, right? It's so big. I'm just a big soldier and I didn't make any demands on it."
This explanation might as well leave it alone. In September of this year, a notice was given to let all military regions enter the first level of combat readiness.
What is a first-level war preparation? It is to stop all construction and training, rest at the station, and prepare for the entire regiment at the first level. No one is allowed to ask for leave, go out, or visit relatives. Especially in the state of quasi-war battle, the gun stays on the body, the bullets are loaded, and the clothes cannot be undressed in sleep. That's on the battlefield at any time.
You actually said that there are no more requirements?
Who are you lie to?
Ping An didn't refute any more, and gave him a deep look.
Regardless of how many recruits vowed when they were in the army, what "protecting the family and defending the country" or "liberating all mankind" is blowing sky-high prices.
But seeing that there is really going to be a war, it is estimated that the calves will turn muscles. It's not that he hasn't seen this person before, it looks like a murderous air, everyone has a sullen face, but it's not playing high cold, but they are all frightened. There is room for rebirth in the fifties