127. On the target

In December, the people who went up the mountain to dig holes also came back one after another, and the soil was frozen. They couldn't dig at all, so they could only wait for the construction to start at the beginning of spring next year.

Zhang Lan began to prepare his family's New Year's clothes. Lao Zhou's family mailed him a new cotton-padded jacket, new clothes and new shoes, but there was nothing left for Lao Chen and Lao Cui. Zhang Lan and Hao Lianchun did not expect anything from their families to mail. They quickly went to the supply and marketing agency to buy their Cloth, two women began to fly needles at home.

During this period, several old men made a lot of money by selling iron, and Zhang Lan did not expect the old men to make money to fill their family. She wanted to find some work for them. She didn't have time to think about east and west. There was a job that could make some people feel that they were still contributing to the family.

In two days, the two of them rushed out the old man's cotton-padded trousers and jackets. Lao Chen and Lao Cui learned that it was a new clothes made for them. The two brothers secretly hugged each other and cried a good time.

Zuo Zhanshan and Lao Wu's eyes were tempered by the fire of war, and the red eyes of the two brothers had already betrayed their emotions.

But no one went to break it. Whether it's crying or not, it's been holding back for so long. Whether it's venting, you have to live in the future.

"Wang Zhenhe, your family's parcel" Xiaobai's familiar voice sounded outside. During this period, the Wang family dealt with the post office the most.

Zhang Lan quickly put down the corn cob in his hand and ran out. Xiaobai still sent the parcel list this time, and there was also a remittance slip with the name of Zuo Qianqian. Zhang Lan knew that it was sent by the brother of the Zuo family.

"Xiao Bai, thank you."

Zhang Lan rushed into the room with two lists and said, "Auntie, I'll pick up the remittance and package from your eldest son in the afternoon."

Hao Lianchun's smile has not broken on his face in the past two days. A few days ago, he received the package and remittance slip from his second son. This time it's the turn of the eldest son. It's beautiful.

Wu Changyong said with some relief, "Lao Zuo, I envy you so much. Look at your son. Looking at my family, only my wife is still thinking about me. None of those stinky bastards thinks that his father is still suffering here."

Although Zuo Zhanshan is beautiful in his heart, he keeps comforting him, "Lao Wu, you are content. If the child doesn't come, it means he is very busy. It's a good thing for the children to be busy. It's better than those who go out all day long. Look at the Red Guards who shout and kill Son, I can guarantee that they will be scared one by one. Although they shout that they are loyal to this and that all day long, loyalty does not come out with their mouths, it depends on action. So, as long as your son has you in his heart, don't complain so much.

Lao Chen and the others were secretly happy, because Wu Changyong lowered his head and couldn't see Zuo Zhanshan's words at all, and his mouth was almost to the root of his ears.

"Come on, it's time for us to go out to work. It's serious to earn more money and have a good New Year. Let's go, brothers."

Everyone put down the corn cob in their hands, put on the old cotton-padded jacket and went out together. After this period of observation, Hao Lianchun found that after picking up the rags, several old guys were getting better and better.

"Lan'er, I think it's also a good thing for them to pick up waste. Look at you, Uncle Chen's hearts are getting brighter and brighter, and the smiles on their faces are increasing. Although they make it dirty every day, the mood is getting better and better. I'm happy for them."

Zhang Lan remembered one thing and said, "Come on, auntie, can you knit a sweater? I want to knit a sweater for five children with the wool sent by Zuo He. Our family can't afford to wear this before, so I can't knit it."

Hao Lianchun stared at Zhang Lan in surprise, "Alan'er, this is what Zuo He bought for you two. Why don't you wear it?"

Zhang Lan bowed her head and said, "Aunkey, we adults wear the same everything. The family conditions are not good, and several children have suffered a lot. I just think that when the child grows up, the memories are not only some sufferings, but also some happiness and happiness worth remembering."

Even Hao Lianchun didn't realize that Hao Lianchun wanted to cheer for her. No wonder such a mother could raise such a child.

"Alan'er, since you've decided, I'll weave it for the children, but it's hard for you two."

Zhang Lan raised her head and smiled and said, "Auncture, it's not bitter. I think it's good and lively to have children and you in this family. It's comfortable for a family to live happily. It's nothing to be bitter and tired.

The simple and simple words almost moved Hao Lianchun to cry. She was right about this person. What a kind-hearted child.

At this time, a notice came out on the radio, "Please pay attention to all members, please pay attention to the militia target shooting exercise in the afternoon. Please take good care of your children. The target shooting site is near the south dam port. Please be sure to keep an eye on your children and do not appear nearby." The broadcast has been broadcast three times in a row.

Zhang Lan said to herself, "At noon, I have to tell the children in the family not to go there and don't get hurt."

Hao Lianchun said, "It's okay. Our children are all sensible. It's okay to stand in the back, but they are afraid that the children will run around. It's dangerous when you get to the place where people shoot. Zuo He knows this. Besides, your daughter is still on the side. That girl is fine. She definitely can't do dangerous things.

Zhang Lan didn't know why the old lady was so confident in her children, but she still wanted to tell her at noon to rest assured.

Wang Qian and others, who picked up scrap iron in the garbage heap, were very excited to hear the news. Shooting guns, boys' favorite, especially Wang Qian. She also wanted to see how the militiamen were trained at this time.

"Brother, let's go and have a look at noon. It must be very interesting."

Mingcheng also wanted to have a look, and his eyes were a little hesitant. "It's dangerous for Qianqian to shoot. Let's talk to mom when we get home."

Zuo He said excitedly, "Brother Mingcheng, this is not dangerous. As long as we look far behind them, we have seen my father shoot before. It's okay."

The little guy hasn't heard the gunshot for a long time. At this time, I really miss the days when I saw people shooting in the army shooting range.

In order to see the militia training, the brothers and sisters finished their work early and rushed home after selling the last batch of scrap iron in their hands, so that they could eat early and watch people release guns.

As soon as she started cooking, Zhang Lan saw five children running into the yard, "Mom, do we want to see the shooting?"

Without waiting for her to tell several children, she made a request first, "Mingyuan, it's really dangerous to see shooting. Didn't you hear what the radio said? Don't let the children appear nearby."

Zuo He helped his good brother say, "Auntie, it's okay. Let's just stand behind them and look at it from afar. I've seen my father shoot before, and my grandfather also showed me shooting. It must be okay, I promise."

The little guy stretched out a hand to make a guarantee. Zhang Lan couldn't help but be amused by his little appearance. She squatted down and took Zuo He's hand and asked, "Zuo He, is it really okay? Auntie is just worried about your safety. Don't let anything happen. Auntie can't explain

Zuo He eagerly promised, "Auntie, it must be all right. If we don't get to the target, we can't turn the muzzle of the gun to hit our own people. In that case, don't be a militia. Even my brother is not as good as good as my brother."

Zuo He frowned and greatly pleased Zhang Lan. He picked up the little guy and said, "Ok, I'll ask your grandmother and see what she said. If your grandmother agrees, my aunt will have no problem."

Of course, Hao Lianchun has no problem. When their children are young, they always take them to the shooting range to watch people shoot. Their family is a ** family. How can they let their children and grandchildren not even see them shoot?

"Alan'er, it's okay. You let the children go. It's rare for a few children to play for a while. This time, let them open their eyes and see how they shoot. It's definitely okay to have Zuo He and Qianqian staring at them."

The old lady said so, and Zhang Lan naturally stopped. There was nothing to worry about with her little daughter watching her. She was quite relieved about that child.

When several old men came back at noon, they also talked about shooting. The more Wu Changyong said, the more itchy his hand became. He hadn't touched the gun for a long time, which made people who had shot all his life itchy.

"Lao Zuo, why don't we go to see it on the spot at that time?"

Zuo Zhanshan also has this idea in his heart. Hearing Lao Wu's proposal, of course, he is very happy to go. "Ole, let's go and see how these young people's guns are doing in the afternoon."

When Zhang Lan heard that the old man also went to see it, he completely let it go. With these two people watching, something must have happened.

After lunch, Lao Chen and the others rested at home for a while, and then went out to pick up iron. Zhang Lan had to go to the post office. This time, he still went by trolley. Xiaobai said that the package was quite big.

Several children gathered around Wu Changyong and began to ask about some information about shooting. The two old men were very interested and told several people the essentials of shooting. When Wu Changyong talked about the key point, he also showed it to everyone.

When it's over, it's time to go to see the target. The two old men led the five children to the dam hill. Many members have come to see the hustle and bustle. Usually, there are no entertainment activities. Everyone is willing to come over for some lively things.

Zuo Zhanshan and Wu Changyong led the brother and sister to stand aside. The militiamen ran around the open space before they began to contact and shoot, and the target was set on the opposite slope.

A group of people undercover aimed, but after the gunfire, Lao Wu couldn't help but be angry. What level is this? One of them flew, the best was the five rings, and the rest were not enough to see at all.

"It stinks. I'm sorry for those bullets." Wu Changyong said angrily.

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