The small Wooden Mountain Village was very lively today. The villagers heard that Jiang Zhiguo, who had gone to the countryside to cut the queue, had returned. This surprised many people. The oldest village chief brought the villagers to Mu Mingcheng's house to see the distinguished guest from the city.
The old village chief took Jiang Zhiguo's hand and said excitedly, "Zhiguo, I didn't expect that you would still remember us after we haven't seen each other for more than 30 years. Uncle Mu, I am so … so touched today."
Jiang Zhiguo grabbed the old Village Chief's hand and said with a choked voice, "Uncle Mu, you are treating me like an outsider. I will never forget your kindness to me. I went out for more than 30 years and did not come back to see you. I am really … really unfilial!"
"It's good that you are back, it's good that you still remember this old man. I am not such a pretentious person. Quickly introduce me to the young man you brought and let me get to know him."
When Jiang Zhiguo heard this, he hurriedly took Jiang Cheng's hand and said, "Uncle, this is my son, Jiang Cheng. Chengcheng, quickly call him grandpa. If it weren't for your grandpa Mu, your father would have been killed by a wild boar. Quickly kowtow to grandpa."
When Jiang Cheng heard his father's words, he knelt down without saying anything and was ready to kowtow to the old village chief. When the old village chief saw that the child was about to make such a big bow, he quickly held Jiang Cheng's hands and said, "Absolutely not, absolutely not. I can't accept such a big bow from my son. It will shorten my life."
Jiang Cheng did not feel that he was at a disadvantage. He pushed the old village chief's hand away and then knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully. He said, "Grandson kowtows to grandpa. Grandpa, thank you for saving my father's life and taking care of him for many years."
This scared the old village head a lot. He didn't expect Zhiguo's son to be so honest. He really kowtowed. He hurriedly pulled Jiang Cheng up and said, "Oh, I can't be the eldest grandson. I can't be the eldest grandson. My life will really be shortened."
Jiang Zhiguo grabbed the Village Chief's hand and said, "Uncle, there's nothing to be ashamed of. If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago. If I were to die, there wouldn't be him. So, you deserve this kowtow."
After hearing Jiang Zhiguo's words, a smile appeared on the old village head's face. He looked at Jiang Zhiguo with a smile and nodded. "Not bad, not bad. You have the appearance of a Red Army soldier in those days. No wonder you are the son of Zhiguo."
"Of course, Uncle, you don't know, but my son was in the special forces, and he just came back recently," Jiang Zhiguo said proudly.
When the old village head heard this, he became more interested and said, "Grandson, let's have a good chat in the evening. Tell grandpa how your special forces are. Let me see whether your special forces are better or the Red Army soldiers were better. Ah, haha …"
In a cordial and cheerful conversation, the sky slowly turned dark, and smoke rose from the chimneys of the Mushan Group. The threshing ground at the head of the village was brightly lit, and eight square tables were neatly arranged. In order to welcome Jiang Zhiguo and his party, the old village head ordered the villagers to gather eight square tables, and everyone had a special reunion dinner to celebrate.
This time, the whole village was mobilized. There were 21 families and more than 60 people in the Mushan Group. After school, the children surrounded Jiang Cheng, staring at the various snacks in their hands and drooling.
Jiang Cheng asked Zhang Jian and Zheng Xiaohu to take out the candies and fruits that had been purchased in advance and give them to the children. He also took out strips of Zhonghua cigarettes and gave them away. Each family had a hard Zhonghua and a barrel of Arowana blended oil, which made the villagers grin and praise Mr. Jiang for having a conscience. He did not forget the villagers in the poor mountain valley when he became rich.
The women were busy in their own kitchens. The cooked dishes were directly put on the table in the threshing ground. Jiang Cheng and his parents chatted with the older generation in the village. The men of each family also went out to receive the regular guests from afar.
"Zhiguo, if it weren't for the eldest grandson, Xiaoling and Mu Han would have been miserable. No one would know if they starved to death in Jiangnan City!" The old village head said affectionately.
Jiang Zhiguo did not dare to be arrogant. He said hurriedly, "Uncle, you're too polite. It's all my fault. I haven't come back to see my villagers for so many years. I didn't even know that Brother Daming's daughter suffered in Jiangnan City. If it weren't for my son, I wouldn't have the face to see you in the future."
As they spoke, they began to cry. They felt unfortunate and angry for the two young girls. Fortunately, the children were fine. They also met a noble like Jiang Cheng. Seeing Jiang Cheng's car, the villagers felt that their future would be better and better!
The atmosphere on the threshing ground was very warm. The children took snacks and fruits and sat by the grain pile to eat. They wiped their saliva while eating. After distributing the snacks, Zheng Xiaohu and Zhang Jian also sat on the square table and listened to the stories of the older generation when they jumped the queue to go to the countryside. During the dinner, Mu Mingcheng talked about the part when Jiang Zhiguo was chased by a wild boar, and everyone couldn't help laughing.
It turned out that Jiang Zhiguo was only 17 years old at that time. It was the time when a newborn calf was not afraid of a tiger. Because he was often hungry, Jiang Zhiguo liked to hunt wild food everywhere. However, there was no food in the Mushan Group. He thought of the wild boar in the mountain and was ready to get one to taste.
He went into the mountain alone with a gun and ammunition. After walking for a few hours on the mountain road to the secret place of the forest, he finally met a wild boar. At that time, Jiang Zhiguo was young and bold. He picked up the gun and shot the wild boar in the head without thinking about it. However, he didn't expect that this shot didn't kill the wild boar. Instead, it angered the wild boar.
In the forest of the hilly area of Jiangnan, wild boar could be said to be a king. If there were a lot of them and they formed a group of wild boars, they dared to turn over the South China tiger, not to mention a half-grown stinky boy. When the wild boar saw Jiang Zhiguo alone, it directly charged at him.
This time, Jiang Zhiguo was stunned. He thought that he could definitely kill the wild boar with that shot, but he didn't expect that he didn't even break the skin. Seeing the wild boar rushing towards him, he was so scared that he didn't want the gun. He dropped the gun and turned around and ran back. But how could a person run faster than a four-legged animal, not to mention a wild boar that often scurried around in the forest. Soon he was caught up by the wild boar.
Jiang Zhiguo saw that if he didn't die of exhaustion, he would be killed by the wild boar, so he found a big tree and climbed up. He was going to wait for the wild boar to leave before running back to the village, but he didn't expect that the wild boar would fight with him. It had been guarding him under the tree and rubbing against the tree from time to time.
Jiang Zhiguo was so scared that he hid in the tree and shivered. He didn't dare to go down because he would be killed by the wild boar. But the wild boar didn't leave, so the man and the boar fought a protracted battle until it was completely dark. This time, Jiang Zhiguo was scared. It was dark at night in the big forest, and a gust of wind could give people goosebumps.
Looking at the dark forest, Jiang Zhiguo couldn't help but think of a story told to him by several elders in the village. It was said that many Red Army soldiers were buried in the forest in the past. At this time, a mountain wind blew, and the branches and leaves rustled. Jiang Zhiguo was scared and kept saying, "Red Army uncles, I didn't come here on purpose. I just wanted to kill a wild boar. Please don't hurt me. We are all good soldiers of Chairman Mao, the successors of socialism."
The Red Army uncles were not called out by Jiang Zhiguo, but the old village head came out. It turned out that the old village head didn't see Jiang Zhiguo coming back for dinner that night. After asking around, he learned that Jiang Zhiguo had gone into the black forest with a gun. The old village head was so scared that he put down his rice bowl and went into the black forest with Mu Mingcheng and a few other young men to look for him.
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