Chapter 979

Nanhu cadre sanatorium.

Comrade Yang Shan, with his hands behind his back, made a circle under the big locust tree. After two circles, he bumped the tree with his back. There were two other people who were talking and laughing with him.

In this courtyard, the old man who can walk around the big locust tree twice without fainting and bump into the tree without falling down is worthy of pride.

9 At five o'clock, Yang Shan felt that physical exercise was ok, so he and the other two old men went to the canteen to have a meal. On the way, he had a chat without a word.

The content of the chat is about children and grandchildren, national policies and memories of the past.

However, they talk less about their children and grandchildren now. Yang Shan has a big grandson who is only a student of Peking University. This makes other people lazy to talk about this topic.

The canteen of the sanatorium provides more food than the canteen of the sports school for athletes. In terms of protein supply, there may be more. In the morning, there are fish, meat, eggs and milk.

Comrade Yang Shan also had a big appetite. After eating a bowl of porridge, drinking a bowl of milk and eating some small dishes, he patted his stomach and said with a smile, "who would have thought that since the founding of new China more than 30 years ago, we can still eat and sleep."

"It's you who can eat and sleep. I got up at 5 o'clock this morning and couldn't sleep." Sitting opposite him, old man Cui ate two cakes at one go, wiped his mouth, and said, "besides, I love millet porridge, but they won't give it."

"I'm afraid you'll hurt your stomach." Yang Shan did not have the good spirit way: "where someone drinks four small rice porridge all day long."

"What's the matter? I think they are afraid that I will make them poor. " Old man Cui pushed the bowl in front of him and said, "I eat these every day, but I don't want people to order. Before liberation, you people who opened shops like this had to starve yourself to death."

In the latter sentence, he called out to the window.

The waiters and cooks behind the window pretended not to hear them, with a smirk on their face.

In the state-owned hotel outside, the clerk can quarrel with you all day, but in the sanatorium, it's the least cost-effective to quarrel with the veteran cadres. Whether you win the quarrel or not, the veteran cadres are angry. The leader will punish you. If the veteran cadres are not angry, they will beat you.

Good tempered old men are common outside, not necessarily in the sanatorium.

"I think there must be some corruption," Yang said cheerfully

"That's right. It should be thoroughly investigated."

"Thorough investigation!"

"Look carefully."

A group of people clamored for fear that the world would not be in chaos.

The cadres in the canteen rushed in, and after a good persuasion, they pacified you.

After a while, the director also came, holding a bag in his hand, laughing and shouting: "I've received the letter, and I'll get it after eating."

With such a cry, the veteran cadres who had nothing to do immediately gathered around.

Yang Shan is also slowly over, put on presbyopic glasses, from a pile of letters to find their own.

They are all a generation used to letters. They seldom use landline and prefer the handwriting on letters.

Yang Shan has been in the army for many years, and has been Secretary of the township party committee for several terms. He is old and unknown. Almost every week, new letters come to him, so that he can understand the wider world.

"Lao Yang, yours." The old man Cui didn't turn over his own, but found Yang Shan's and handed it to him immediately. Then he stood behind Yang Shan curiously and said, "ah, it's a letter from the military region."

Yang Shan nodded a little proud and said, "maybe an old comrade in arms missed me."

Yang Shan said, but turned a circle, sitting on the side to read the letter.

Old Cui sat opposite him, staring curiously at the back of the paper.

Yang Shan suddenly gave a "Yo".

"What's the matter?" Old Cui is more anxious than Yang Shan.

"Letter from the old battalion commander." Yang Shan raised his hand, laughed and said, "the old battalion commander still remembers me. Ha ha, the old battalion commander's personal letter

"No way!"

"True or false?"

"Lao Yang, you're not good at lying."

"I'll see. I'll see."

The canteen is a mess.

Old Cui also couldn't believe it and said, "our old battalion commander retired after he became a general. Now he is still busy in the second line. How can he have time to write to an idle man?"

At this time, Yang Shan also had some self doubt. He looked down a little with his presbyopic glasses and said firmly, "it can't be wrong. Only the old battalion commander can call me silly mountain. I can recognize his words. I saw his signature when I was a correspondent for him.""With your eyes, you can recognize the signature. Can you tell the difference between braised meat and braised chicken?" At the end of the day, everyone else came together.

"Don't rob. Don't rob. I'll read it. I'll read it." Comrade Yang Shan resolved the attack to jealousy, and the pride was not on his face, but spread out and overflowed the whole city.

The veteran cadres in his sanatorium, even if they are not from the same army, are almost all the neighboring troops. The "old battalion commander" is also a few generals going out of Nanhu area. We didn't know that before retirement, but after retirement, they have been killed by Amway countless times.

"You read, you read." Old Cui stood behind Yang Shan and put on his reading glasses to help him.

Yang Shan cleared his throat and said, "listen to me. The beginning is: Hello, Comrade Yang Shan."

"That's right." Old man Cui raised his spectacle frame to prove that his eyes were good.

Yang Shan also raised his glasses frame, but with a smile on his face, he read in some vernacular Mandarin: "it seems inappropriate to call you silly mountain now. After all, we are old. I heard that you have done a good job as the head of the township and Secretary of the township party committee, like a soldier of our Dahu battalion. "

Yang Shan read here, simply stood up, looked around, and laughed.

There are several people who usually like to be different from him. Now they turn their eyes away.

Yang Shan is more excited, again heavy cough a, way: "I continue to read ah."

"Read

The old men are not satisfied with it, but they still want to hear it.

Yang Shan laughed twice, bowed his head and continued to read slowly: "I have been paying attention to your work and growth, and I hope you can continue to work and grow in the next life."

Gray haired Yang Shan read here, nodded to himself: "I will continue to work, continue to grow."

"No matter how long you grow, you'll be old." Old Cui whispered a word, which caused a burst of laughter.

Yang Shan ignored him. Instead, he raised his voice and said, "I'm envious of your children's education... Do you hear me? The old camp leader is envious of my children's education!"

Yang Shan wanted to look up to the sky and roar three times.

When he was old and short of breath, he laughed three times and said, "the old camp leader said that the focus of our generation's life is on work, and there is less discipline for our children. My son is not a success. After high school, he joined the army and has never been to the battlefield. My daughter and son-in-law are working in the south. They do not contribute much to the country and the people. Grandchildren also have jobs, but they still need a long time to accumulate... I envy you very much... "

Yang Shan stopped, stressed: "the second time that envy."

"Yes, we envy you, too." Some old man couldn't help it. There were signs of anger.

Yang shancai didn't care. He enjoyed the surrounding atmosphere contentedly and said, "I envy you very much... It's the second time I envy you just now. The old camp leader said that you have taught us a good grandson. Comrade Yang Rui's attitude of adhering to principles, enduring pressure and working for the people's health is worth learning from and is also the pride of our Dahu camp."

The more Yang Shan reads, the louder his voice is. In the closed environment of the canteen, he has a deafening feeling.

An old man couldn't stand it any more. He didn't want to listen to him any more and turned to go out.

Yang Shan where can let him run, the old and strong suddenly stood on the stool, surprised the director of the sanatorium rushed up to help him.

Yang Shan pushed the director's hand, but he didn't care. He just read aloud: "finally, I sincerely invite you to come to Beijing to participate in the National Day celebration on October 1, when your body allows you. At that time, there will be some old leaders and comrades in arms of the army. Let's drink together and recall the past, Looking to the future.... "

The old man who wanted to go out covered his ears.

Yang Shan, with the momentum of thunder, yelled again: "I'm going to Beijing!"

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