Framed at the beginning: Female educated youth forced to marry disabled military officer

The roads in the village were all muddy, and it was very muddy after the rain. When Meng Xiaoman arrived at Chen's house, she was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

The wooden door was closed tightly, and there was no sound in the courtyard. Meng Xiaoman knocked on the door twice before a young daughter-in-law came to open the door.

"Who are you? Why are you knocking on my door?" He said in a bad tone.

"I want to see Captain Chen. I heard he is injured."

"Looking at someone?" The woman glanced at Meng Xiaoman, who had empty hands, and turned around and said, "He's not at home."

"Did you go to the hospital in Lu City?"

"No, even if you have to wipe out your family's wealth, you have to deal with it. I see that in the end, you will end up with nothing but money and people."

Meng Xiaoman disagreed with her statement. After the apocalypse, she cherished life even more, "After all, it is a human life."

"Hmph, stop making sarcastic comments. Human life is not worth much here." The woman said sarcastically. After speaking, she turned around and closed the door. "Next time you see someone, remember to take something with you. Bah, it's so shabby."

Meng Xiaoman came here to ask Captain Chen if he needed money. After the shipwreck, Meng Xiaoman felt that Captain Chen was a reliable and capable person and could not bear to see him die because he had no money to treat his injuries.

Although I didn't see Captain Chen, fortunately I knew that he went to a big hospital for treatment. Today's hospitals don't kick people out because they don't have money to treat them. They just need to pay back the money they owe slowly.

A few days later, Xiao Xiangdong and others who were on the mission had not returned yet. Meng Xiaoman couldn't sit still and went to find S Cuimei to ask about the situation.

"Don't worry, it's normal for soldiers like them to go on a mission for ten and a half days. You can just wait with peace of mind. Commander Xiao will definitely be fine. My family didn't see anyone for the longest period of two months. , I finally came back safely. Don’t worry, let’s live a good life so that they can feel at ease outside.”

Since she joined the army and Zhang Dechang became the regiment leader, she has persuaded many family members. As soon as Meng Xiaoman asked, she said again what she had said many times.

After leaving the regiment leader's house, Meng Xiaoman stopped by Zheng Xiumei's house.

"You came just in time, help me pull off the quilt cover."

Zheng Xiumei was sewing a quilt. Meng Xiaoman helped her pull up the quilt cover and asked if she wanted to help.

"No, I'll be fine soon." Zheng Xiumei refused her, rubbed the oil on her scalp with the needle, and continued to sew.

"If I had known you had this skill, I would have asked you to help me first." Meng Xiaoman's treatment of gynecological diseases for military families had already spread among women, and Zheng Xiumei only knew that she had this skill.

Zheng Xiumei's problem is not big, but her body has been exhausted during the confinement period. When pregnancy comes, her waist and knees become sore and weak, and her lower abdomen hurts.

"I can only scratch the surface. I can't cure serious cases." Meng Xiaoman found a pencil and homework paper on the table and wrote a prescription. "This prescription, you need to take a course of treatment first to see if it's not suitable." I'll adjust it for you."

"By the way, Zhao Xiangqian's family is coming to join the army, did you know? The house seems to be the one that Battalion Commander Zheng assigned before." Zheng Xiumei is relatively well-informed, and Meng Xiaoman knows many things from her.

Zhao Xiangqian was the instructor of Xiao Xiangdong's battalion. He had come to his house for dinner before when he was warming up the house, and Meng Xiaoman had met him once.

"Speaking of it, Battalion Commander Zheng is really unlucky. Who would have thought that the gentle woman he married was actually a Japanese spy."

"By the way, are you free tomorrow? Let's go to Ma Qianqian's house to visit him together."

"Visiting? What happened to his family?" Meng Xiaoman and Ma Jinjin had quarreled and had grudges at his house. When Mrs. Ma met her on the road, her nose was not a nose, and her eyes were not eyes.

"You don't know? You are too ill-informed. Her little daughter is gone."

"No more! Died? How did you die?"

"No." Zheng Xiumei continued: "It was not caused by the typhoon two days ago. If you ask me, their parents are too careless. The wind and rain are so strong that even adults can't stand firm. A three or four-year-old My child, let her go to the courtyard alone to relieve herself. Is there no accident?"

"I have a holiday with his family, is it appropriate to visit him?" That family's brain circuit is not normal, and Meng Xiaoman doesn't want to deal with them.

"All the family members of our group will go. If you don't go, you will be conspicuous. We won't stay too long. We just get something. That's it."

"Okay, when will the funeral be held?"

"Funeral? How can there be any funeral for such a young child? Just wrap him in a straw mat and bury him behind a mountain. There is no need to pile up a grave."

The next day, Meng Xiaoman took a pound of white noodles and went to Ma Qian's house with Zheng Xiumei.

Mrs. Ma got a chair and sat at the entrance. When she saw people coming, she would put her things away. Seeing Meng Xiaoman coming over, her old face stretched out. She took the thing and saw that it was a pound of white noodles, and her face looked better.

Zheng Xiumei whispered: "Why are you using a good thing like white flour to make her cheaper? This old woman doesn't know how to treat you well. A pound of grains is worth the weight of the sky."

"Just think of praying for the little girl."

"I hope she will be born into a good family."

There were many women crowded in the hall, all talking to comfort Li Chunhua.

"Chunhua, don't be too sad."

"Children don't have this blessing."

"You are still young, take care of yourself, you can still regenerate in the future."

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But Li Chunhua just held the child's clothes in her arms and sat there stiffly, not speaking or looking at anyone, which made those comforting people very embarrassed.

There were so many people comforting the adults, and not a single word of pity for the children. Meng Xiaoman didn't want to hear any more, and pulled Zheng Xiumei out of the house. Passing by the yard, I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Ma picking things given by everyone, with a look of disgust from time to time.

After leaving the gate, there were two little girls squatting at the door crying. After asking, I found out that they were the eldest daughter and the second daughter of their family.

"I think these two children have more conscience than their adults." Zheng Xiumei said in a low voice.

The two children were unkempt and their clothes were too short, with more than one patch in some places. The two of them cried so hard that they were out of breath, which made Meng Xiaoman a little intolerable. Then he took two candies from his pocket and gave them to them.

The two looked at the brightly colored candy wrappers and put them in their pockets instead of eating them.

"Why don't you eat?"

"My sister loves sweets the most, so I want to leave them to her," said the older girl.

The younger one nodded, "Me too, I miss my sister."

Meng Xiaoman took out two more pills and said, "Eat it, you have both. Leave these two pills for your sister."

On the way back, seeing Meng Xiaoman in a bad mood, Zheng Xiumei enlightened her, "Do you know why country people love having children so much? Because too many children died in infancy, such as a high fever, a sudden illness, or accidentally falling into a ditch. , or even bumping into it, may kill a child. It is not easy to grow up healthily. In my family, there are only four of us who are normal adults. "

"So, don't be too sad. This is normal. You are still young. You will get used to it when you see it more often."

"Uh-huh."

However, Meng Xiaoman felt that no matter how many times we have seen death, we still cannot be indifferent to it if we encounter it again.