"Alas! When the spirit is gone, the body will collapse!" Director Zhao sighed.

"Then send him to the hospital quickly! If there is any money shortage, I will be responsible for it."

"I went to the hospital, and they said there is no cure! It's because the old man has no desire to live. Even if the gods come, there's nothing he can do." Director Zhao explained.

"No, Director Zhao, why did Mrs. Yang suddenly lose her desire to live?

What happened?"

"When the state was sorting out files, it discovered the name of Mrs. Yang's husband. Mrs. Yang's husband was originally named Yang Chuanli. In 1928, he joined the organization. Because he was worried that his family would be retaliated by the Japanese and puppet troops, he changed his name to Yang Zhenhua.

In 1942, he died on the anti-Japanese battlefield.

Because of the war and Yang Zhenhua's name change, he has been unable to contact his family.

later……

It was not until recently that the state was sorting out files and we contacted Mrs. Yang," Director Zhao explained.

Zhang Junping understood that Mrs. Yang was able to survive so many difficult years as a woman. The only thing that supported her was to wait for her husband to come back.

As a result, in the end, what was waiting for him was bad news and a suicide note.

Mrs. Yang's belief in living was gone, and her body collapsed instantly.

Her love noodle shop eventually became a legend.

"I understand! Director Zhao, I'll go in and see Mrs. Yang." Zhang Junping nodded heavily.

"Go, Mrs. Yang should have something to tell you."

"I know!" Zhang Junping nodded.

She walked into the house with a heavy heart. In the dark room, Mrs. Yang was lying on the bed, already in a semi-conscious state.

Mrs. Yang's grandson was lying on the bed, clutching Mrs. Yang's hand, crying silently.

Zhang Junping walked to the bed and reached out to touch Yang Jindong's head.

Poor child.

"Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Yang! I'm coming!" Zhang Junping called softly.

"Ping... Ping... Zi..." Hearing Zhang Junping's call, Mrs. Yang opened her eyes, her breath weak.

"Mrs. Yang!" Zhang Junping quickly took out a sandalwood box from his briefcase. After opening it, he took out a piece of ginseng and stuffed it into Mrs. Yang's mouth.

This piece of ginseng is not an ordinary ginseng, it is half a piece of ginseng that Zhang Junping put in after a lot of effort.

Seven taels are ginseng and eight taels are treasures.

This half ginseng is Ginseng Bao, which is the century-old ginseng often mentioned in novels.

Centennial ginseng can kill someone.

Originally, Zhang Junping had no intention of taking out the century-old ginseng.

His relationship with Mrs. Yang was good, but not so good that he would kill her with century-old ginseng.

Zhang Junping is generous and can be considered a good person, but he is not a bad person.

He casually took out century-old ginseng to save people.

The reason why it was taken out was because of revolutionary martyrs like Yang Zhenhua, and also because of the undying love between the two people.

The century-old ginseng quickly exerted its medicinal effect, and Mrs. Yang's face became rosy, and her whole person became energetic.

"Hirako!"

"Old Mrs. Yang, what are you doing? You have lived so long, why can't you think about it?" Zhang Junping said, holding Old Mrs. Yang's hand.

"Pingzi, I'm going to find my old man, but my poor grandson..."

"Old Mrs. Yang, do you still know your grandson? Tell me, you haven't completed this task yet, how can you rush to see Mr. Yang?

No matter what, you have to wait until Dongzi is brought up to be a man, and then find him a wife before leaving." Zhang Junping persuaded with a smile.

Old Mrs. Yang's illness cannot be cured by medicine or stone. It is simply that Old Mrs. Yang herself has lost the belief in living.

Therefore, a simple cold caused Mrs. Yang's body to collapse and her body organs to fail.

"Hingzi, old lady, I want to ask you something..."

"Mrs. Yang, do you want to hand over the gift to me?" Zhang Junping had already guessed the purpose of Mrs. Yang coming to him.

"Yes! Among the people my old lady knows, you are the only one I feel most at ease in handing over the gift to you."

"You! You really find things for me to do!"

"Tell me, you old lady, you live a good life and take care of Dongzi by yourself, isn't it good? Do you have to leave it to me?" Zhang Junping said while taking the pulse of Old Mrs. Yang.

"Pingzi, I can't survive. The old man is alone there. He can't eat well or wear well. I'm worried. I have to take care of him!

Dongzi, grandma is sorry for you and can't grow up with you. Grandma is selfish!

Now, I just want to find your grandfather as soon as possible..." Old Mrs. Yang's cloudy eyes shed tears of reluctance.

"Mrs. Yang, Mr. Yang has been alone for decades, no less than ten years.

How about you raise Dongzi and then accompany Mr. Yang?" Zhang Junping tried to arouse Mrs. Yang's belief in living.

"Pingzi, don't try to persuade me, I know my own body.

Dongzi, I'll leave it to you." Old Mrs. Yang held Zhang Junping's arm tightly and begged.

Zhang Junping knew by taking his pulse that everything was over now.

The organs in Old Mrs. Yang's body have failed, and she is just holding on for dear life.

This tone is full of reluctance for Dongzi.

"Dongzi, kneel down and kowtow three times." Zhang Junping said to Dongzi.

"Uncle Ping?!" Dongzi raised his head blankly, not understanding why Zhang Junping suddenly asked him to kowtow.

"Kowtow to me three times, and you will be my disciple from now on!

Mrs. Yang, do you feel relieved that I will accept Dongzi as my apprentice?" Zhang Junping said to Mrs. Yang with a smile.

"Pingzi, you... you are a good person! Thank you... thank you!" Mrs. Yang thanked weakly.

"Mrs. Yang, do you have anything else to explain?" Zhang Junping asked softly.

"Box...box..." Mrs. Yang pointed to a box on the bedside with great effort.

Zhang Junping quickly opened the box. Inside

There were some clothes, and after looking through them, there was a red cloth bag underneath.

Zhang Junping took out the red cloth bag and said, "You want this!"

Mrs. Yang nodded.

Zhang Junping handed the red cloth bag to Mrs. Yang's hand.

Mrs. Yang raised her hand and finally said weakly: "Hit... open it!"

Zhang Junping helped her open the red cloth bag. Inside was a book, an old-fashioned house deed, and some money.

"Book!"

This is a very ordinary thread-bound three-character classic that is quite old.

Zhang Junping picked up the book and opened it. There was a black and white photo inside.

It's a group photo, it should be a group photo of Yang Zhenhua and Mrs. Yang when they were young.

Zhang Junping handed the photo to Mrs. Yang.

Seeing the photo, Mrs. Yang immediately became energetic. She raised her hand to take the photo and held it tightly to her chest. Her muddy tears couldn't stop flowing down.

After crying for a while, Mrs. Yang picked up the house deed again and put it in Zhang Junping's hand.

"Don't worry, the yard will belong to Dongzi in the future, and no one can take it away." Zhang Junping promised.

"Okay! Thank you Pingzi! You are a good person!" Mrs. Yang finally finished explaining everything, closed her eyes, and murmured: "Old man, I'm here!"

"You said you are an old lady, you are so old, why are you still handing out good person cards randomly?" Zhang Junping shook his head with a smile, his eye circles a little red.

After a while, Zhang Junping stood up and said to Director Zhao: "Director Zhao, Mrs. Yang is gone! What do you think will happen after this?"

"Grandma! Grandma, don't leave!" Upon hearing this, Dongzi cried heartbreakingly.

"Old Mrs. Yang is a survivor of a martyr. I will report it to my superiors right away, and there will be funeral expenses and other expenses."

"Director Zhao, that's not what I'm talking about.

Could you please ask where Mr. Yang is buried?
Chapter completed!