Among Wang Jinzhu's nearly 200 letters, there were yellow military posts and purple military posts, but there was no most precious blue military posts.

If you want to say disappointment, there must be some. After all, when the heroine travels through time, she can pick up the "big dragon stamp" and "the mountains and rivers of the motherland are red."

However, Yunshu had long understood what "creation comes from reality, but is higher than reality" means.

Especially if you look at the content of YY novels, you will be wrong if you are serious.

It was not until later that Yunshu really owned a Blue Military Post. It was not until then that he learned that the "Soldiers' Stamps" issued in 1953 were soon stopped for various reasons and were reclaimed and destroyed shortly after the issuance.

During this period, Huang Junyi was first sent to grassroots troops, so it was kept more; "Purple Junyi" was sent to military district agencies for use, and it was retained relatively little; while "Blue Junyi" was not issued, and only a very small amount was leaked.

This also explains why there is no Blue Army Post in Wang Jinzhu's letter.

This is all a story.

Because Dazhuang knew the existence of these letters, he would even come down from time to time to look at them, as if he could touch the traces of his parents' existence.

So Yunshu did not put these letters into the space, but still kept them precious in an ebony box and placed them in a secret room.

When Yunshu came up from the cellar, he quickly completely threw the stamps away because there were more things waiting for her.

Although the bells of the army did not ring until after dinner, Yunshu's house still had a meal of white noodles with fried sauerkraut.

The white flour was sent by my grandfather and asked the village party secretary. In addition to two kilograms of white flour, there were two fried dough sticks that had long been cold and became hard.

Before leaving, the village party secretary Zhao Yongqing looked at Yunshu with an inexplicable expression and said, "Daya, your uncle tells you to tell you that you can eat dumplings, don't give them to him."

Zhao Yongqing then sighed, "Daya, uncle knows that you have resentment in your heart, and your grandfather is not innocent, but the so-called harmony in the family will prosper..."

Yunshu's heart had softened for a moment, but when he heard Uncle Zhao's words, he became harder. Joining the family and the family would make their family suffer any losses.

But she didn't show her face, but said in embarrassment: "In theory, there is no reason why we eat well but don't give it to our grandparents. But since my grandfather said that, I won't give it to you today. Don't worry, uncle!"

Zhao Yongqing showed a helpless expression and pointed Yunshu, "You girl!" After saying that, he shook his head and left.

It is difficult for a clean official to make a decision on family affairs, and every family has a scripture that is difficult to recite. Uncle Wang’s desire for “harmony” is probably not possible.

After Yunshu and the village party secretary left, he chopped the two fried dough sticks into the fried badger oil with expressionless face. In the morning, there was her master who was reluctant to drink a bowl of soy milk. It was for this. Mrs. Wang couldn't enjoy the dumplings today.

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The next day, the rice that the team leader and the village party secretary exchanged was white flour.

This year, because the mission pigs paid a good price, the team leader and the village party secretary were willing to reward the members and exchanged them for 100 kilograms of rice and 100 kilograms of white flour.

This distribution method is the same as meat, and it is divided by the head, and it is measured by half a pound per person.

Yunshu didn't want it at first, after all, their family is now in debt in the brigade department's account, and now they are delicious and delicious on the surface. Isn't this a gossip!

But I don’t know when there were rumors in the entire Qingxi Brigade and even Siwaiba Village that said, “The three little pitiful people in the Wang Jinzhu family of the Qingxi Brigade, who had no father or mother, were at least a few hundred quick money in their hands.”

Yunshu watched coldly, and as he watched the villagers' performance, most of the people in the village did not believe it.

After all, who are the old lady of the Wang family and Xia Zhaodi? Even if I didn’t know about it before, after Yunshu’s fuss, I now know what she is.

If the three children had that money, they would have been in the hands of these two people long ago.

Moreover, the men who went to help carry the furniture knew that the old lady of the Wang family and Xia Zhaodi returned forty yuan, which was forced by the captain.

But there are people who don’t believe in it, and there are naturally people who believe in it.

Although most people's hearts are simple these days, many people have bad intentions.

There are a few "second-rate people" who do nothing and steal the cat.

There is a saying that you are not afraid of thieves stealing, but you are afraid of thieves thinking about it.

So when we were dividing rice and white flour, Yunshu also went there. He paid for the family's debts to pay back, but also paid 50 yuan to put it in the brigade's account.

Then she looked at the old ladies in front of the whole village and said, "My family's money is not something that anyone can think of if you want to. Even if I spend it, I can't afford it. Aunt, aunt, if you remember my parents' goodness, I will promote it to me. If anyone steals it to me, you will be at stake."

When Dazhuang invited him to his home to install some big clips that could fold the legs of wild boars and tigers, Xiketeng heard this, his eyebrows moved, and then looked at the few friends beside him who felt that it was fun to scare people, including Xu Wufu, who was out of tune.

He said helplessly: "Don't listen to it as a joke. What the girl said is true. If there is a villain who wants to climb over the wall, he will be disabled even if he doesn't die. Under their walls, there are hunting clips for hunting tigers, and the deep pits that the girl dug by herself, all of which are sharp wooden thorns that can be cut. Think about the blind bear who was stabbed to death some time ago..."

Before Sikten could finish his words, the young people around him couldn't help but tremble. Xu Wufu was also shocked, "Is that girl so cruel?" As the stupid nephew was beaten lightly.

Dazhuang had already told Xiketeng about becoming a disciple. Seeing that Dazhuang's temperament was also suitable for being a hunter, and because Wang Jinzhu had learned hunting with Mr. Sun, he and Wang Jinzhu were also quite friendly, so Xiketeng told his grandfather that he decided to officially accept Dazhuang as his disciple after the New Year.

Since Dazhuang is his apprentice, Daya is considered his own person. A girl who is said to be cruel and ruthless is not a good word.

"No matter who comes out of this rumor, are you looking forward to the three children? They are forced to this point, can you not be cruel? I tell you that you are also asking you to let the words of Siwaibazhuang. The rushing wolf cubs are not easy to mess with. Besides, these three children are from our village. If outsiders are bullied, then it will be a slap in the face. We don't have to mess with Siwaibazhuang anymore."

After hearing what Sikten said, he was a little bit of a second-class person. The passionate young people all felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility and honor.

Xu Wufu also looked like he wanted to fight for "honor". "Don't worry, I'll let my mother go to another village to talk, my mother is the only one."

Other passionate young people:...

I feel that our combat effectiveness is not as good as an old lady!

Now I have superb ears. After listening to Yunshu throughout the journey:...
Chapter completed!