A village, a bite, a big deal. At first, many people abandoned their homes and fled their homes because of rumors spread by landlords and villagers' ignorance of the Red Army. Those who didn't have time to escape shut up and raised food for a while. Zhu Deying's strict discipline made the soldiers do ideological work door to door. One day, two soldiers locked the door in the south of a family in the village. I heard that all the villages outside had fled to their relatives. I saw a big pumpkin shelf in front of his house, which was very strong and hung in two big pumpkins in Huang Yanyan's shed. Xiaobing thought, How can I buy a high soldier if people don't live in it? He said, "These two pumpkins are cut down, and I will give them away when I finish writing this money." Then cut the pumpkin and wrote a note, "buy two pumpkins, and pay for the red one later." The army. "On the shelf. One night at dinner, Zhu ate a crispy pumpkin dinner. Asked who bought the melon really well, he didn't know that the pumpkin didn't give money. He asked two soldiers to take out a silver backpack from it and said seriously, "People are not, such a thing is impossible!" " "There is no need to pay back the money. Two soldiers thought they had done a good thing, and the criticized leaders looked at each other at once. When they came to their senses, they whispered a few words, stood by, and then left excitedly. Except for ...
Houcun Red Army helps villagers clean the yard and fetch water and firewood. My uncle was ill, and he sent a doctor to treat a bunch of troops for him. Edmonton ... preaches good things in the village. The villagers clarified the misunderstanding, that is, they broke away from the shameful plot of the landlord. The villagers fled back and opened the doors of every household in the village, eager to do something to help the Red Army. They sent food and vegetables successively, and they had to send their son to help the little soldier. The military and civilians are really close. Cunnan said that the villager's name is Chen Liang, and his wife and children have gone home. Everything remains the same, and they are very happy. Two pumpkins are on the shelf that just passed. He felt that it was similar to a family where thieves stole two pumpkins, thinking it was a blow and didn't take it seriously. The village said at the meeting that he didn't mean it, thinking that the two soldiers were severely criticized, but they really didn't believe anything.
On Sunday, when Mrs. Liang's shelf was preparing to boil pumpkin leaves and cut pigs, she accidentally saw a small bag of red cloth tied to the handle of the cut pumpkin. He looked at the bag, which contained A Jin Shanshan silver dollar and a small piece of paper, but he couldn't read. He hurriedly took it to the husband in the village and saw a note that read: "hometown: buy two melons and send a silver red army." People in the village suddenly want to come, and some whisper to each other. " I'm so confused. I thought the thief stole the pumpkin. I didn't expect Big Brother of the Red Army to be disciplined and pay for things. A silver dollar can buy many pumpkins. With that, he found Zhu Ye and brought Long Yin back. One or two soldiers want to apologize. Zhu De said to them excitedly. This is what the army should do. You keep this money as my compensation for you. "When he got home, Liang made all the eggs. The basket was full of duck eggs and chickens and ducks, and he wrote" Support the army and love the people "in red paper. The three happily went to the United States as a gift from Kwai and listened to the trip of the Red Army for a day. He went to reward the pig for slaughter. The fluctuation of photos. Liang Qichao's "silver dollar story" spread in the village, and it became a fashion to support the army in Fuding, Edmonton. Later, the poet wrote a poem with the theme song "Long Silver Pumpkin", which also won an award, but it was the theme of a painter's painting. Since then, the good living habits of supporting the army and loving the people have been passed down from generation to generation.
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