Chapter 58 an unimportant soldier

His father died, and his eldest brother and second brother divided the remaining few acres of land, and his name was not mentioned.His uncle said to him behind his back, "Fuhe, why don't you have a share of your father's land? You should argue with your brothers, argue!" He just kept silent, as if he didn't hear it. He helped his sister-in-law with some housework, delivered meals, fetched water, let the donkey out, and hugged his nephew; One day when he came back from the field with his donkey, his eldest brother and sister-in-law were eating. The second brother was also sitting on the side, hugging his legs, smoking a pipe.The eldest brother said to him, "It's just right for you to come. I was talking to your second brother. You are not too young. It is not a problem to sit at home. Yesterday my uncle came from the city and said that the camp is recruiting soldiers." You can go there tomorrow." He listened respectfully, not feeling anything in his heart, but he was reluctant to part with his black and fat little nephew; he picked him up from the ground, walked out of the door, and walked towards his father's door. Grave, standing there blankly.

His physique is very strong, and he was selected as a soldier.In the camp, he practiced in the morning, practiced during the day, and went to lectures in the afternoon. He was diligent and diligent, just like everyone else.However, when practicing military songs, because he didn't know a word, he was not allowed to recite a verse in five or six days, and he was punished by the officer every day.He often took time off to see his companions who were inquiring about the disease, missed the time to learn the phonetic alphabet, and was whipped many times.His companions laughed at him, but he still liked it that much.

After receiving the salary, he went home when he was on leave, and took the leftover military uniform and boots with him, and gave them to his brother and sister-in-law.On this day, I still carried water and hugged my nephew. When the time came, I was reluctant to part with him. Looking at the indifferent faces of my brother and sister-in-law, I said goodbye, walked around my father's grave, and went back to the camp. During the year, there were more and more jokes about him in the camp: Others ate from the fruit stalls and rode for nothing, and he saw the embarrassment of the vendors and the drivers, and he paid them back for them.His uncle came to ask him for money, but he didn't have it in his hand. To be honest, his uncle was so angry that he beat him up.On Sunday, his companions dragged him to the theater, but halfway through he had to stop to listen to a speech by the Salvation Army.There are many things like this, and everyone takes him as a joke material, and he still does it, and he still likes it so much.

He was idle that day, standing on the corner of the playground, holding a piece of military song, and silently recited it.Suddenly there was a lot of noise over there, and they laughed and shouted. When they looked back, a soldier from the same battalion was beating a child selling peanuts.He hurried forward, grabbed the child, and at the same time told the child to go away; but he was already on his body a few feet early, and he let go only when the child was far away.The people next to him saw his pale face, but they still smiled and said nothing, with their left hand on their waist, they walked slowly back to the camp.

He caught a cold and coughed again. He only felt that his back was so painful that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he took a three-day leave. The other companions said behind their backs, "Why don't you take a chance? Are you being kicked in vain for the sake of justice?" He persuaded, "That's all! When a person is angry, how can he control himself? He also It wasn't intentional, there's no need to talk about what happened that day." He was still ill, and the second elder brother came to the city and stopped by to see him; when he left, the piece of money he had put under the mat to buy plaster was gone, and he knew it in his heart.When his companion wanted to buy medicine for him, he just said, "It's much better, you don't have to buy it."

Sometimes he came out to bask in the sun, chatting and laughing with the companions who passed by, he was very tired, but he still liked it that much. The doctor said that he was attacked by internal and external attacks, and he wasted too many days. It is not easy to treat, so it is better to go home and raise him.The companions went back to the battalion commander, found his uncle from the teahouse, and sent him back. When entering the door, the nephew jumped up to pick him up, and the sister-in-law only sighed slightly and said, "He's back again!——" He can only lie down, and he can't carry water and let the donkey go.My nephew often sat beside me and listened to him talking about the city.His elder brother called his nephew outside and said, "Come out, your uncle has tuberculosis, carefully recruit you!"

He was even more lonely, only looking at his father's grave through the hole in the paper window. After a few days, his uncle came to his camp and took a long vacation for him, and he died.The word spread. ——He was an unimportant soldier, the flag was not flown at half-mast, and there was no other commemoration, only his name was ticked off from the book.However, in this camp, generally, from the officer to his companions, for two or three days, their hearts are just sad and depressed, like a flock of sheep without their shepherd! December 11, 1921. country". )