Rebirth as a 1960s Young Educated Youth, Spoiled by a Handsome and Rough Man

Chapter 112: Hexi Corridor

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Li's mother nodded, personally escorted Chen Weidang out the door, turned around and closed the door. She had to ask Li Bing how to arrange for Miao Qing. He would not really take him back to the army, would he

"Son, you...really took Miao Qing to the army."

"Mom, don't worry. Brother, lend me your bicycle. I'm going to the county town."

"What are you going to do?"

"Go call my leader."

Seeing that Li Huan and the others were staring at him, Li Bing decided not to keep them in suspense. He told Li's mother and the others that military marriage is not something you can get just because you want to.

If you want to fall in love, you have to report it, and if you want to get married, you have to report it even more. Although Miao Qing's family are all poor peasants, using such despicable means to seek a military marriage has ideological problems, and the higher-ups will definitely not agree.

But this kind of thing cannot be solved by just saying you disagree. Sometimes the actual situation on the ground is worse than you can imagine, and even people may die.

So many things cannot be black and white, and they cannot be straightforward. There must always be some twists and turns. The leaders also came up with a solution, taking advantage of the geographical location and bringing all these women who are not presentable to the public to one place.

"Brother, where is it?"

"A place so harsh that you can't even imagine it, in the Hexi Corridor."

Cheng Qiao was surprised to find that her eldest brother's garrison troops were the same troops that she had mailed supplies to her father, but they were not the same people.

Mother Li was also very happy when she learned the result. She was about to tell Li Bing that Cheng Qiao's father was sent there and he should go and take care of him when he has time. But she was interrupted by Li Huan before she could say anything.

Li Bing glanced at Li Huan. He had been in the army for so many years that he had developed a keen eye. Of course he knew that Li Huan was deliberately interrupting him.

But everyone has his own secrets, and Li Bing had no intention of prying into his brother's secrets. He smiled and told Li's mother that if Miao Qing wanted to go with him, he must go to the protective forest over there to plant trees.

Cheng Qiao couldn't help but shiver all over. That place was full of sand, and when the sandstorm came, it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

Maybe her father was sent to this place to work. She didn't know whether the supplies she sent had been received. Thinking of this, Cheng Qiao couldn't help feeling sad. She really wanted to see her father.

Cheng Liguo, who was far away in Gansu, was sitting in a truck heading towards his destination. He was indeed assigned to the Hexi Corridor, where the land was desertified and salinized, sandstorms occurred frequently, and the living environment was extremely difficult.

The car drove for a long time before arriving at the destination. Cheng Liguo was assigned to a cave, a cave where he could live alone. The cave was very small, but it was enough for him to live alone.

You have to know that Cheng Liguo was taken directly onto the train from Huizhou Detention Center. Not to mention his luggage, even his money and tickets had been taken away. Fortunately, the money and tickets were hidden in the shoes Han Qiu Sheng gave him.

After he got on the train, he took out money and tickets from his shoe upper while going to the toilet. It was not much, but enough for him to eat and drink on the train.

At the same time, he read Cheng Qiao's address several times, memorized it firmly in his mind, and then tore it into pieces. He reached his hand out of the car window, and the pieces flew away with the wind.

Cheng Liguo is a veteran with strong survival skills. He knows that in such cold weather, the cave dwelling can be without bedding, but a fire pit must be lit.

The person living in the cave next door was also an old man who had been sent down to the countryside. He had arrived two years earlier. After Cheng Liguo spoke to him for a few words, he found out that the old man was the same age as him, but had been tortured by life to the point that he could not tell his original age.

"I'll call you brother, can you tell me where I can get firewood?"

"There is no firewood here. We use straw to heat the kang, and we also use coal. We need money to buy straw and coal. Look, do you see the biggest cave over there? That's the office responsible for managing us. We can just apply to them for anything we need."

Cheng Liguo nodded, counted the money and bills he had left, and shook his head. This amount of money was only enough to buy two buns, how could he buy coal

"Brother, do you have any family?"

"I… "

"I have no family, or my family has lost contact with me."

"I have a daughter."

"That's good. My last name is Yuan, you can call me Lao Yuan. You can sleep with me for the next two days. When you get paid next month, you can cook on your own."

“Here we also get paid every month.”

"Yes, it's not much, five dollars, and some protective equipment, enough for you to live anyway."

Cheng Liguo nodded and walked straight into Lao Yuan's cave. Han Qiu Sheng had said that he would send something to him, so he could return it to Lao Yuan when the time came.

"My last name is Cheng, my name is Cheng Liguo, and I'm from Huizhou."

"Yes, Yuan Guangming, from Beijing."

Half a month later, Cheng Liguo received two packages, one from Huizhou and the other from the military district. Needless to say, the one from the military district must have been sent by his daughter Cheng Qiao.

Cheng Liguo moved the package into his cave, closed the door, and slowly opened it. He found thick bedding, a brand new cotton-padded jacket and trousers, as well as a bundle of cash and national currency bills hidden inside the jacket.

"This kid, this is not how you give money. What if the package gets lost?"

Cheng Liguo was mumbling something, but his tears were dripping onto his cotton-padded jacket. He put the money and tickets aside, took off his tattered coat, and put on his new cotton-padded jacket.

The new cotton-padded jacket was warm enough, and Cheng Liguo's heart also felt warm. He reached into his pocket and touched a letter. He opened the letter and saw the familiar handwriting. Cheng Liguo's nose was so sore that he could hardly breathe.

His daughter also wrote in a letter asking him to hold on for a few years, saying that the sun would definitely come out and he must protect himself, and that after her child was born, she would bring the child to find him.

He carefully hid the letter and began to pack the package. There were two sets of spare underwear, two pairs of shoes and socks, a pair of rubber shoes, as well as a toothbrush, toothpaste, towel, soap, a lunch box and a large bag of brown sugar.

There were also pots, pans, rice, flour, oil, some sausages and mountain products in the package. No wonder the cotton-padded clothes and bedding were rolled into such a big roll. The little girl hid all the things inside.

There was another package, which was of course sent by Han Qiu Sheng. There were not many things in it, just a set of sweaters and trousers, a hat, scarf, gloves and so on. There was also a hundred yuan hidden in the gloves. This should be the largest sum of money that Han Qiu Sheng's family could come up with.

"Zhao Min, you have good vision. The children you gave birth to and the people you saved are all here to repay your kindness, unlike me..."

After quickly packing up the supplies and spreading the bedding on the kang, Cheng Liguo took a hundred yuan and a ticket to the office and asked for a ton of coal, a coal stove, and daily necessities.

The people in the office were generally nice to these people who had been transferred down. Their living conditions were already very difficult, and they were unwilling to torture them in any way. As long as they had money and tickets, they could get the corresponding supplies.