Chapter 2312

What are you going to the brigade headquarters at this time?

Everyone was wondering.

But without hesitation, the villagers rushed to the brigade headquarters.

"Oh, hey, what are you doing? Who's dead? The dead man can't come to the brigade headquarters. What's the matter? "

"That's right. It's bad luck to call everyone here."

"Don't say it. Hang a memorial couplet."

"Mourning for the martyr Tang Jianqing..."

"It was a memorial service for the third son of the Tang family. Don't say that the third son of the Tang family overturned in a public car? It's just that they don't investigate the responsibility of the third member of the Tang family, and give him a memorial service? "

"Listen to me, the third son of the Tang family sacrificed his life to protect the collective property, and he was named a martyr. Last night, the daughter-in-law of the third son of the Tang family, the beautiful educated youth from the city, was running for this matter all the day yesterday. She ran down for her

"Really, it's so easy to seal down the martyrs?"

"That's why Tang's daughter-in-law has the ability. Tang Yanbao's family doesn't care. They ask a daughter-in-law to run. Ah, Tang Laosan used to drive and have a job to earn money. Now that there are no more people, how can the three girls get along?"

Tang Jiefang carries a cigarette bag all day long. He smokes wherever he goes. People give him the nickname Tang Yanbao.

"It's really a loss that the educated girl gave to the Tang family..."

"If it hadn't been for that incident, the girl was beautiful and educated. How could she have married the third child of the Tang family, a rural boy..."

In the midst of the villagers' discussion, almost all the people from a large brigade arrived.

Of course, the Tang Jiefang family also arrived.

Seeing such a big increase in the team, the Tang family couldn't stop staring. But looking at the eulogy written on the memorial couplet, such as learning from Tang Jianqing martyrs, the Tang family felt very honored.

The dead of other families are just a family digging a hole and burying them. They can't shoot guns or burn paper money. Let's not mention the public mourning like this now.

Now, the government has held such a large memorial ceremony for Tang Jianqing, which is definitely very face saving and glorious.

Mrs. Tang felt very beautiful and glorious in her heart, but her face was full of tears.

"My family was built in poverty. I haven't enjoyed a few days of happiness. I'm busy all day for the country and the people. Now I'm dead. I don't even have a corpse in the capital. He died miserably..." Old lady Tang burst into tears.

"How good a baby I am, diligent and filial, but I married a lost star. Since I married her, Jianqing has suffered a lot. Now I have lost my life. My poor Jianqing..."

A family in a hurry up to accompany crying, there are also some in the persuasion.

Yun Hua went to Tang Jiefang and said, "Dad, this is a memorial service for Jianqing. In a moment, Jianqing's leaders will come and issue martyr's certificates to Jianqing. Jianqing sacrificed for the protection of collective property. He died well. His sacrifice was valuable and glorious. His mother was crying like the injustice of Jianqing's death. What did the leaders hear Want to? Is the martyr certificate issued or not? If we don't issue a martyr's certificate, we Jianqing will not be a martyr. If not, what is it? Is it living, damned? Is it a sinner? In this way, how can the Tang family live in the village? "

Tang Jiefang had been an accountant for many years, but he had a little bit of Xiaojiu in his mind.

He is very clear that cloud painting is not alarmist. If the old lady continues to cry like this, he will definitely make a big joke, which will completely destroy the reputation of Jianqing and the reputation of the Tang family.

Tang Jiefang quickly said to Yun Hua, "you are a cultural person from the old three families. Don't take a common view with your mother. We are all good at the martyrs of Jianqing."

Yun Hua nodded, "I understand that."

Tang Jiefang nodded and quickly walked to the old lady's side. He said with a cold face, "don't say any messy things here. We Jianqing sacrificed for the protection of collective property. We are worthy of learning! This is Jianqing consciousness high, what's the relationship with the old three? Let me hear the three words of "bereaved star", I can't forgive you

On weekdays, Mrs. Tang jumps the highest, but the head of the family is the head of the family. When she is really angry, she doesn't dare to say anything more.

"I'm just pitying Jianqing..." Cried the old lady, who was much weaker.

Tang Jiefang hummed: "poor what, we build qingneng to protect collective property sacrifice, that is glory!"

Cloud painting on one side to listen, eyes light, her two hands on the side of the two children, silent.

Doudou quietly looked up at Xiangyun painting: "Mom, Dad's sacrifice is an honor. Can't we cry? Can't be sad? "

Dudu also looked at the cloud painting, eyes are asking.

Yunhua felt his head and said, "No. Father's sacrifice is glorious, but he is also very pitiful. There is no contradiction between glory and sadness. "

"But granddad didn't make Grandma sad." He said.

Cloud painting: "pocket, you still don't know what is real sadness, do not have a purpose of sadness, not worthy of respect."

In fact, cloud painting has always avoided thinking about Tang Jianqing. When she accepted the memory of Lin's painting, she subconsciously blocked Tang Jianqing.At this moment, when pocket asked this question, cloud painting also had no way to escape.

Although she said that Tang Jianqing was sacrificed to protect the collective property, which is glorious and worth learning, this kind of high sounding words is not her original intention at all.

It was because she had nothing to do with Tang Jianqing that she could say such a thing.

Once she really accepted that Tang Jianqing was her husband and the father of her children, she could not say such words.

She didn't want to accept it, but she had to accept that the dead Tang Jianqing was the father of two children. And she must accept that the two children are her Doodle and pocket, so she can't get around Tang Jianqing

Yunhua tried hard to think about it. She could recall the life before and after Lin Yunhua and Tang Jianqing got married, but she couldn't remember Tang Jianqing.

It's just like in a dream. In a dream, you are with someone. You can't see his face, but you know who he is. Cloud painting assassin is like this. She can't even remember what Tang Jianqing looks like, but she knows that it's Tang Jianqing and what happened between them.

Those seem to be other people's stories, which have nothing to do with her.

"Everyone is quiet. Director Liu of the county transportation team and director Zhang of our commune come together to attend the memorial service for the Tang Jianqing martyrs!"

"Tang Jianqing martyrs, in order to protect the collective property, this fearless spirit is worth learning from all of us..."

"Let's ask director Liu to say a few words."

"Hello, everyone, I am the leader of Tang Jianqing. Comrade Tang Jianqing worked hard and was not afraid of hardship during his work. In case of danger, he rescued the collective property at the first time, and made great contributions to the state and the people's property safety His spirit of sacrificing himself for the public is worth learning from all of us. He is our glory

The applause was thunderous.

"Today, all of us are here to hold a memorial service for the Tang Jianqing martyrs, to commend and publicize the advanced deeds of the Tang Jianqing martyrs. We hope that all of us can learn from the Tang Jianqing martyrs, learn from this fearless spirit, this spirit of self sacrifice for the public..."

In recent years, the cadres are all crazy in their ideological consciousness and are particularly able to mobilize their emotions.

"In order to honor the Tang Jianqing martyrs, the transport team applied for the highest level pension, 600 yuan."

"Nanlin commune also offered 300 yuan for Tang Jianqing martyrs."

"Xiaheshu village brigade decided to pay 100 yuan for Tang Jianqing's family members."

"Next, please come to the stage to collect the remains of Tang Jianqing!"

Tang Jiefang and Mrs. Tang will be on stage immediately.

Mrs. Tang's smile on her lips could hardly hold up: "thank you for your leadership. We are worthy of Jianqing's death. Come on, old man. Help me up

That's a thousand yuan. Last year, the martyr of Qianwan commune gave him only 300 yuan of pension, which was quite a lot. They were all prepared for it, but they didn't expect to hold a memorial service, and the pension turned into a thousand yuan!

It's an extra thousand yuan. This is a huge sum of money. How can Mrs. Tang be unhappy?

The only thing I'm not satisfied with is that the pension should be sent to her quietly. Why should it be publicized here? In this way, as soon as you get the money, someone has to borrow it.

If you are far away from me, if you are close, you can't borrow it at all? If you borrow it, it's not good to give it to this one or to that one. She has to calculate it carefully.

"Really, why don't you talk to Fukuyama and quietly go to our house and pay it off. It makes everyone know that someone has to come and borrow money at night." Mrs. Tang is still complaining about Tang Jiefang.

Tang Jiefang had a calm face, "you give me some rest, the leaders are in, you dare to make any moths, I this accountant also don't be, the family's future has to be implicated."

Mrs. Tang shut up.

But before she could climb up, Chen Fushan, the village secretary, had already called on the loudspeaker: "Tang Jianqing's daughter-in-law, take the children to the stage to get the pension!"

Mrs. Tang's face immediately changed, "why let her take it! That's my son! I'll get the gist, too

Yunhua takes the two children to walk over.

Mrs. Tang stopped to give them, "I have to take it. My son who has been raising for decades is gone. No one will support me for the old. This money is the money for my son to be filial to his parents in his old age."

Chen Fushan's face turned black at once.

Liu, director of the transport team, looked at Yun Hua standing on the edge with two skinny sons. He was thin, sad and obstinate. He coughed softly: "it's proper to support the elderly, but the parents of Tang Jianqing martyrs are only in their early fifties. They are fully capable of working. We great people say that we should do our own work and have enough food and clothing to promote labor. Labor is glorious. Anyone is working In the case of ability, they should support themselves through labor... "

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