After relying on the motherland, my supermarket has become more and more prosperous.

More than seventy years after the founding of New China, some proverbs are still circulating.

For example: If you have never crossed the grassland, you will never know the hardships of the Long March.

The grassland refers to the transition zone between the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the Sichuan Basin, with an altitude of more than 3500 meters.

It is called grassland, but in fact it is a muddy swamp, on which grows Tibetan Artemisia, Ula moss and other plants to form meadows. Under the meadows, there is water and mud, which is knee-deep at the shallow end and head-deep at the deep end.

From afar, there are no roads, no villages, no birds or animals, no trees or hills, and even locals rarely set foot there.

There are three things I’m afraid of when crossing a grassland: one is getting stuck in the mud, two is rain, and three is crossing a river.

There are three difficulties in crossing the grassland: the first is the difficulty of transportation, the second is the difficulty of food, and the third is the difficulty of keeping warm and camping.

In the quiet supermarket, Jiang Wanwan carefully recalled the information she knew.

He was also thinking about how to do his best to help these suffering Red Army soldiers.

The three difficulties and three fears of crossing the grassland have now been reduced to one difficulty and one fear, and the most critical one is the problem of keeping warm.

Although it is August now, the climate in the grassland area is harsh, with temperatures changing three times a day and huge differences.

During the day, the sun is scorching and the temperature is often around 30 or 40 degrees Celsius, but at night the temperature drops sharply to zero degrees Celsius, and winter comes in a second, coupled with strong winds and heavy rain outside.

I heard that when crossing the grassland, many Red Army soldiers fell asleep and never woke up again. When they were found the next day, their bodies were frozen stiff.

Now that Jiang Wanwan has traveled to this period and place, and was lucky enough to meet these Red Army soldiers, she naturally does not want such tragic things to continue to happen.

If the system did not prohibit free donations, Jiang Wanwan would probably be taking supplies out of the system grid at this moment.

From this point of view, from the supermarket's perspective, the system regulations are not wrong.

After all, which Chinese person, after coming to this special period with a lot of supplies, can resist giving things away?

Now that the system has this rule, various supplies definitely cannot be delivered directly.

In addition to waiting for the Red Army to purchase it themselves, Jiang Wanwan was also racking his brains, thinking about whether there were any other good ideas?

About ten minutes after the two Red Army soldiers left, there was gradually some movement outside the supermarket.

Jiang Wanwan stood at the door of the supermarket waiting, afraid of missing any movement.

At this moment, when he heard any sound other than raindrops, he suddenly became nervous and stared at the distance intently.

Close, getting closer!

As the noise grew louder, they finally came into the dim light.

Walking in front were the two Red Army soldiers who had just arrived.

Among them was a middle-aged Red Army soldier with dark skin, like an old farmer. I wonder if he was the regiment commander they were talking about?

Behind these three people, there were Red Army soldiers carrying simple stretchers and sick and weak Red Army soldiers being supported.

When they arrived at the supermarket door, each of these Red Army soldiers had an expression of disbelief and a yearning for better things on their faces.

On a cold rainy night, in the endless darkness, the bright house before them, which seemed unlike any other in this mortal world, brought them an indescribable shock.

Some sentimental people even wonder whether there will be such a ray of light in the dark and boundless future of the motherland?

The old peasant Red Army soldier standing at the front was the first to recover from his shock and looked at Jiang Wanwan, whose image was completely different from his own.

He was a little reserved for a moment, then said, "Hello, comrade. I am Xu Wenzhao, commander of the 11th Regiment of the Red Third Army. Thank you..."

Jiang Wanwan couldn't wait any longer, so she interrupted the other person and made a suggestion.

"Hello, Captain Xu. It's raining outside. I see these are all wounded behind you. Why don't you come in first and talk to me?"

Xu Wenzhao was stunned. The hesitation he had originally felt because he felt out of place here instantly disappeared in the face of Jiang Wanwan's sincere concern.

The two parties may not seem to be in the same class, but the truth and falsehood can be felt.

"Thank you!" Xu Wenzhao stopped talking and thanked them solemnly. Then he waved to the people behind him and said, "Hurry, everyone, help the wounded in first. Be careful and try not to touch anything inside to avoid getting it dirty."

Afterwards, everyone lined up in an orderly manner to enter the supermarket, and the first one to be carried was the only stretcher.

It was called a stretcher, but it was actually made of a few wooden sticks and a piece of cloth. On it was a person covered from head to toe with oilcloth, and rain was flowing down the oilcloth.

There are three steps in front of the supermarket, and the upper and lower steps are slightly raised when the stretcher enters.

Just then, a cold wind brought with it rain, blowing up a corner of the oilcloth and revealing the person lying on the stretcher.

Jiang Wanwan had been standing at the entrance of the supermarket. Seeing this, she pulled the oilcloth that was almost blown away.

The Red Army soldier who came in with the stretcher on the other side helped hold down the oilcloth and said, "Thank you very much!"

The voice was a little hoarse, but it couldn't hide its softness. She was actually a female Red Army soldier.

But at this moment, Jiang Wanwan didn't have the mind to pay attention to these.

She was staring at the person lying on the stretcher. Even though he was so pale and thin that he was almost unrecognizable, the sense of familiarity could not be concealed.

"Mr. Hu?" Jiang Wanwan blurted out in a trembling voice.

Hearing this, the female Red Army soldier looked at Jiang Wanwan in surprise, then smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I am Deng Ying, the wife of Mr. Hu. Mr. Hu has been having a fever for several days and his mind is not clear. I will come to thank you for this kindness when he wakes up."

Ahhh, it really is Mr. Hu, she has seen Mr. Hu!

This is the person Jiang Wanwan admires most among all the revolutionary martyrs, except for the great men.

Some people say that great men make light of heavy things, while Mr. Hu makes heavy things light. The two complement each other and work together perfectly, which led to the birth of New China.

Although Jiang Wanwan knew that almost all of the future senior leaders of the Red Army were among those who crossed the grassland during the Long March, including the great man and Mr. Hu.

Since she traveled here, there is a possibility that she would meet these historical figures. Even the two Red Army soldiers had mentioned Mr. Hu before.

But knowing is one thing, and now seeing it with my own eyes is another.

Jiang Wanwan thought that after going through so many things, she had developed a strong mentality and would not lose her composure no matter what happened.

But the things she thought of definitely did not include seeing Mr. Hu in person!

Seeing the stretcher almost being carried away from her sight, Jiang Wanwan finally reacted.

He quickly waved his hands like crazy and said, "No... no need, no need to thank me, just let Mr. Hu have a good rest!"

Hearing this, female Red Army soldier Deng Ying looked over again, smiled gently and said, "Thank you!"

What did the other party just say? She is Mr. Hu’s wife?

Ahhh, Mr. Hu’s wife is indeed very beautiful and gentle. She even smiled at her just now.

Jiang Wanwan tried her best to suppress her emotions, but she couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from curling up wildly, and she was screaming with excitement in her heart.