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Chapter 439 Zhou Kehu: I had a nightmare [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

Although she really wanted to answer her mother's question, Zhao Weihong really didn't know much about these two things.

When he was in the 347th Regiment, Zhao Weihong heard from a comrade from the south that the biggest dream of a soldier was to win a second-class merit and return home in glory.

This way, they can enter it into their local county annals and have a separate page in the family tree.

But in the north, especially in the northwest and northeast, clan culture is weak.

Although Zhao Weihong's family has a family tree, it is not the kind of "ancient book" that outsiders imagine is antique and has been passed down in an orderly manner.

Instead, it is a "New Year picture" that has been passed down for who knows how many years, with only the names and birth and death years of Zhao Weihong's ancestors recorded in the table in the middle.

Even if I wanted to write about my life, there is no extra space.

As for the ancestral hall, the representative and symbol of clan culture, there is no need to mention it.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhao Weihong had never seen or even heard anyone mention this thing.

Not everyone can afford to build an ancestral hall.

Only the most prominent and influential families in the area would have the time and funds to build an ancestral hall to worship their ancestors, hoping that the spirits of their ancestors in heaven would protect their descendants.

But for Zhaojia Village, which is still labeled as a "poor village", it obviously does not meet the conditions of "rich and free".

Therefore, no matter Zhao Weihong or Li Ping and his wife, they don't have the idea of ​​"not returning to hometown when rich and powerful, it is like wearing fine clothes at night". Usually, they just live their own lives behind closed doors unless necessary.

This also led to the fact that Zhao Weihong, the first-class hero, and Li Ping, the village head's wife, knew nothing about the "county annals and yearbooks" mentioned by the leaders.

I just know that this is a good thing, and very... no, it is very glorious!
Zhao Weihong thought for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of ​​finding a comrade in the south to ask, and instead spoke lightly to his mother on the other end of the phone.

"Mom, I don't understand this either."

"But none of that matters."

"When I get back, someone will rush to explain these things to us."

Zhao Weihong's calm tone contains a strong sense of confidence and composure!
As the saying goes, "Living changes the spirit, and nourishment changes the body."

Having experienced many big scenes, I have seen many leaders like Deputy Chief Wei.

Zhao Weihong, who is in his early twenties, has gradually developed a temperament that is difficult for people of the same age, or even middle-aged men with much more experience than him, to possess.

For this temperament, ordinary people have a "half-praise, half-criticism" description:

Official power!

For Zhao Weihong now, it doesn’t matter whether he is the county magistrate or anyone else.

These "big shots" whom he could only look up to before are no longer high and mighty.

But he is an "ordinary person" exactly the same as Zhao Weihong, with no difference at all!

This change in mentality is actually very inconspicuous, and only those who are very familiar with Zhao Weihong's present and past can notice it.

Among them naturally is Zhao Weihong’s mother!
A husband is the support of his wife, and a son is the confidence of his mother.

Now, behind Li Ping is the well-known Zhao Jianguo and the already somewhat prominent Zhao Weihong.

She no longer has to worry about her son's future, nor does she need to feel confused about the future development of this small family.

This prosperous life made Li Ping feel a little at a loss.
Feeling very happy.

Li Ping gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and with a hoarse voice, she revealed a smile that perfectly interpreted relief and pride.

"Okay, Mom will listen to you!"

"Mom is waiting for you to come back and take her to broaden her horizons!"

"it is good!"

After chatting for a while, Zhao Weihong cooperated with her mother and complained a few words about Zhao Jianguo, who had not yet returned from the orchard, then hung up the phone and sat back at the desk.

The sun sets.

A series of vigorous and energetic voices came from outside the window.

No matter how promising the students of HKUST are in the eyes of outsiders.

But the vast majority of students, including Zhao Weihong, are still a group of "big kids" in their early twenties who should be enjoying the best years of their youth.

However, the military uniforms that brought them honor also placed the heaviest burden in the world on their shoulders.

Defend the country.

For these four words, you have to pay a lot and sacrifice a lot.

This includes youth, which everyone only has once.

It is only at this extremely rare and pleasant moment like this, when a day's classes have ended.

Only then will the students of HKUST put down their burdens and show the vigor and energy that they should have at their age.

Listening to the sounds outside the window getting closer and closer, Zhao Weihong smiled, gently turned on the desk lamp, and immersed herself in the ocean of knowledge again.

Lines of light blue words "Proficiency +1" appeared in the corner of Zhao Weihong's vision, just like in countless days and nights in the past, accompanying Zhao Weihong in his struggle and hard work.

It also witnessed Zhao Weihong's nirvana and growth.

"Look! Look!"

"What did I say?"

"Old Yang, I told you half a year ago that you can only hold the first place for one semester at most!"

"Now that Wei Hong is back, your true colors have been revealed, right?"

"Really? You're the top commander in your grade. Is that the grade you deserve?"

Hearing Huang Xuefeng's smug voice, Yang Shaowu resisted the urge to punch him hard in that despicable and punchable face. He rolled his eyes and didn't even bother to pay attention to Huang Xuefeng.

Seeing that Yang Shaowu didn't respond, Huang Xuefeng felt unsatisfied, and immediately went up to Zhao Weihong and spoke excitedly.

"Wei Hong, come with me and criticize Old Yang."

"While you were away, this kid secretly got first place in the grade!"

"Unlike me, I will never touch anything that is not mine, and my grades are always stable at over 100!"

Zhao Weihong: “.”

Looking at the beaming Huang Xuefeng, Zhao Weihong really wanted to say that this was not a question of "want it or not".

It’s a question of “can or can’t”.

Huang Xuefeng's ranking has reached three digits. Even if he wants to compete for the first place, he doesn't have the strength!

However, considering the relationship between roommates, Zhao Weihong finally swallowed the words back. After saying a few perfunctory words, she turned around and left the bulletin board covered with transcripts.

In the dormitory, the beds of Huang Xuefeng and Yang Shaowu were empty.

Two huge suitcases were neatly placed in the corner of the dormitory.

The corridor, which is usually silent, is now extremely lively.

From time to time, you can see people pushing suitcases and rushing to their vacation life.

It's holiday time again.

The countdown for Zhao Weihong's stay at USTC has begun.

After this vacation is over and Zhao Weihong has another semester to go, she will set off for Hitachi Command to start studying for her second degree.

Thinking of this, Zhao Weihong suddenly sighed deeply. For the first time in his life, he had a deep and intuitive understanding of the four words "time flies".

"Ouch! If you can't convince me, then I'll just use force, right?"

Accompanied by a loud "bang" and the sound of Huang Xuefeng cursing.

Huang Xuefeng seemed to be kicked into the dormitory by Yang Shaowu, who had gone too far.

Without even bothering to wipe the footprints off his buttocks, Huang Xuefeng rushed to Zhao Weihong and cried out in grievance.

"Wei Hong, look, Old Yang is furious!"

"I'm speaking for you, you have to make the decision for me!"

Hearing this, Zhao Weihong and Yang Shaowu, who looked helpless, looked at each other and wondered why they hadn't noticed before that Huang Xuefeng was so good at showing off!
"Okay, okay, stop making trouble."

"There are a lot of people coming and going in the corridor. You two are the top two leaders of the school's ethics inspection team. If this gets out, it will have a bad impact."

After Zhao Weihong said this, Huang Xuefeng finally became serious and asked Zhao Weihong a question that both he and Yang Shaowu were very concerned about.

"Wei Hong, we will be going home soon."

"I saw you were busy before, so I didn't feel like disturbing you."

"What are your plans for this year?"

As he spoke, Huang Xuefeng took a look at Zhao Weihong's neatly made bed, and then spoke in a somewhat strange tone.

"Are you going to stay in school to study like last year?"

"Let me tell you first! You can study, but don't bother with textbooks or anything like that!"

"If you want to fix it, just wait until we graduate!"

"Look at my grades in the basic theory class on informationized army construction. I almost failed!"

"If this gets out, I'll be embarrassed to say that I'm your roommate!"

If Zhao Weihong continued to stay in school.

Then Huang Xuefeng and Yang Shaowu really need to consider going home to take a look and returning to school early.

It's been more than a month since we last met, and Zhao Weihong has already caused so many "strange things."

He was writing textbooks, preparing for the Military Games, and even found time to find a partner.

Now that the Military World Games are over, Huang Xuefeng and Yang Shaowu dare not imagine what Zhao Weihong, who has devoted all her attention to theory, can come up with during this holiday!

Looking at the nervous Huang Xuefeng and Yang Shaowu, Zhao Weihong shook his head helplessly and spoke.

“I’m not staying in school this year.”

"But I won't go home directly. I'm going to go out for a walk with Jingshu."

"We both bought tickets for tomorrow, so there's no rush to pack."

Upon hearing this, Huang Xuefeng breathed a sigh of relief, and then the "rumors" that had been circulating on the campus of USTC a year ago came to his mind, and he immediately asked Zhao Weihong in great horror.

"Going out for a walk?"

"Are you going to Yanjing again?"

"How did you know?"

Zhao Weihong looked at Huang Xuefeng in surprise and was very surprised that Huang Xuefeng had guessed her itinerary.

"I'll go to the Northeast first, and then to Yanjing."

"After all the traveling, I will go back home and stay until the holiday is over, and spend the New Year with my family."

In Zhao Weihong's original plan, he was going to go to Yanjing first, finish his business, meet with Deputy Chief Wei and Mr. Yu, and then go to the Northeast to visit Zhou Kehu, Chang Dingfang and others.

But plans cannot keep up with changes.

I don’t know if it’s because of the Military Games, but Deputy Commander Wei was so busy in the second half of the year that he wished he could be split in half.

When Zhao Weihong was training with the Bayi Brigade, he would occasionally receive calls from Deputy Commander Wei, asking about Zhao Weihong's recent situation.

But since the end of the Military Games, Zhao Weihong has never contacted Deputy Chief Wei again.

It was not until the holiday was approaching that Zhao Weihong took the initiative to call and inquire about sending the gold medal. The father and son finally chatted for a few minutes, and the whole process lasted only a pitiful five minutes.

I heard from Deputy Commander Wei that there is a grudge, and it is an international friend who has taken a fancy to the Type 88 main battle tank.

It is Type 88, not Type 88C.

This made Deputy Chief Wei very happy.

In the current Yan State Army, the most commonly equipped tank, besides the Type 59, is the Type 88 tank. There are more than a thousand initial models without any improvements.

With the gradual deployment of the Type 88C tank, or the Type 96 tank, the remaining Type 88 tanks in the army are in a very awkward position.

Keep it. The Type 88 tanks, which have no informationization capabilities, can no longer meet the current combat needs of the Yan Army. Letting soldiers operate Type 88 tanks for training is a "losing business."

If it was a Type 59 tank, Deputy Commander Wei would not have to worry at all.

Those in good condition were sealed, and those in poor condition were equipped with remote control terminals and used as "target vehicles" during live-fire shooting by armored forces.

But the Type 88 tank is, after all, a second-generation tank.

Using her as a target, isn't that pure waste of money?
The several production lines of the Type 88 tank are now caught in an awkward situation where they are in a dilemma of neither producing nor not producing.

In order to solve this problem, Deputy Chief Wei held more than a dozen meetings and received dozens of solutions.

But Deputy Chief Wei was not very satisfied.

But with the arrival of wealthy "international friends".

The problem that had troubled Deputy Chief Wei for a long time was immediately solved!

This deal must be done!
To this end, Deputy Chief Wei did not hesitate to come forward in person to communicate various details, and also took representatives of "international friends" to have fun in Yanjing for a few days.

According to what Deputy Chief Wei said at the time, if nothing unexpected happens, they should have started discussing the specific transaction details and be ready to place orders at any time!

Simply put, Yan Country plans to replace the current Type 88 tanks in three years and export them directly!

The remaining Type 59 tanks and the Type 96 tanks as replacement models will take on the main responsibilities during this period until Yan Country’s fourth-generation tanks are born and put into service!

Just for this matter, Deputy Chief Wei will have a lot of work to handle.

The Army, Navy, Air Force and even the Rocket Force are each developing their own new equipment.

Those leaders who are of the same age as Deputy Chief Wei always have an old face and act as if everyone owes them money.

Even Deputy Chief Wei is best at spending every penny wisely.

However, faced with this chaotic situation where everyone was asking for money, Deputy Chief Wei felt a little overwhelmed. He chatted with Zhao Weihong for a few words, told Zhao Weihong to come to Yanjing again after a while, and then hung up the phone at the urging of the staff officer.

Zhao Weihong had no choice but to postpone her trip to Yanjing and travel around the Northeast first.

at the same time.

Zhou Kehu, who was dozing off, was suddenly awakened from his sleep and spoke with sweat all over his forehead to the staff officer who came after hearing the news.

“I had a nightmare.”

"I dreamed that Wei Hong had a boyfriend and she said she would bring him to see me."

(End of this chapter)