Chapter 554: Shocking News

"Aunt Liu, you are here."

"Xiao Han, why didn't you tell me you were here? Are you afraid that I would ask you for help?"

"Aunt Liu, that's absolutely impossible. I'm very happy that you can ask me, but this is different from other things. If I take the initiative to come to your house, it would be a bit unlucky, so I..."

"I know you are a good person, but when will you have time this time?"

Hearing this, Han Li pondered for a while before speaking: "Aunt Liu, your business is important. I can start at any time, but I may have to leave before the Lantern Festival this time. Aunt Liu, you can give me the amount you need this time. I will send them over together. I will work overtime and complete the task you assigned before I leave."

"Xiao Han, you are great. I will send someone to send all the herbs over tomorrow. It will be hard for you then. But when do you have time to go over so that I can make arrangements here?"

"The locks over there haven't been changed, and I have time anytime."

"Xiao Han, you are an honest child. I won't bother you when I deliver the herbs tomorrow. You can start anytime after tomorrow."

After this "Aunt Liu" made the decision, she left in a hurry without staying for a while.

Han Li and the others sent them to the street gate and watched the jeep disappear into the alley. Only then did Yun Jingjing ask.

"Is it about that person?"

"Yes."

"I'll start working the day after tomorrow."

"Brother Li, you just said that you'll be leaving around the Lantern Festival?"

"Yes, don't you want to go back early and sleep on a warm bed?"

During dinner, Han Li briefly told Han's father and mother about this matter. Although the two elders didn't know the details, they knew that the person who could come up with such a generous gesture to ask their son for help last year was definitely not an ordinary person. They gave a few instructions and didn't say anything more.

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Yimao year. Dinghai month. Yiyou day, the third day of the twelfth lunar month, December 5th of the solar calendar, it started snowing at dawn, moderate snow.

Today is the third day since Han Li met Aunt Liu. After breakfast and sending his family to work in the wind and snow, he told the four girls to study hard at home and walked step by step to the courtyard by the lake.

Opening the door and locking it, Han Li ignored the falling snow in the yard, and the south room was still empty.

Han Li first opened the west wing to check the number of medicinal materials in this batch, which was related to the number of times he needed to boil the ointment this time. There were not only a lot of medicinal materials piled up in the west wing, but also the huge medicine cabinet, which also had medicine grinders, copper pestles, small choppers, small saws, steel files, and mortars for processing medicinal materials. These things were all wiped very clean. It seems that Aunt Liu is really careful in doing things, saving the trouble of cleaning for herself. She is worthy of it.

After a rough inventory, Han Li had a rough idea in his mind. He stepped forward and picked out the medicinal materials he needed for practicing, as well as a large part of the spices for making incense beads, and put them into the decomposition space.

Then he began to use tools to slightly process some medicinal materials, so that the tools were covered with medicinal residues and traces of use. The remaining medicinal materials were all used and decomposed to make them into powder, blocks, flakes, and various shapes required for boiling and processing.

After Han Li finished the work in the west wing, he raised his legs and came to the east wing, where there were bundles of firewood and bags of charcoal, and their quality and grade were better than last year.

When walking to the north room, Han Li turned the faucet in the yard that had been wrapped up. It was frozen to death just like the faucet that he had used in the morning.

The north room was also cleaned spotlessly. The things inside were still the stove, medicine pot, table and chairs, bed, kettle, teacup, and small bookshelf.

However, the books on the bookshelf had been changed this time. Most of them were foreign books with the seal of the Friendship Store.

On the table was a string of five packs of "Minchun". The earliest origin of this tea is not mentioned, but since the public-private partnership, its name was "Red Flag", and later it was changed to "Minchun" for some reason.

Han Li first lit the stove, then carried the kettle to the yard, and directly decomposed the ice in the faucet and the water pipe. The faucet spit out a few breaths of air and then water flowed out.

Put the kettle on the stove and light another stove. Han Li took out a book from the bookshelf and sat in front of the table. He opened the drawer on the table and saw two "Huazi", two Mudan and two Daqianmen.

These are really good things. They just saved Han Li the trouble of going to the black market to exchange cigarette tickets before the New Year.

Han Li looked at the book and waited for the water to boil to make a cup of tea for himself. Then he brought the two big medicine pots and started to work.

The room was soon filled with the smell of medicinal materials. Han Li was waiting for the preparation of the "Stretching Pain Relief Ointment". He thought that he was free, so he took out some materials for making incense beads and started processing.

In the next few days, Han Li went to the courtyard by the lake from nine to five every day, just like going to work.

Sister Yun couldn't afford to accompany Han Li alone. Fortunately, no one noticed the exchange of their identities.

During this time, Han Li sometimes felt too lazy to go home for lunch, so the Yun sisters, He Mi, and Qi Zhaodi would take turns to bring him lunch.

This also gave Han Li and He Mi a chance to talk to each other. Outside, the wind was cold, the snow was flying, and there was a foot of snow outside the eaves and the door.

The two stoves in the house were burning brightly and warming people's hearts. The scene was like a meeting between mountains and rivers, with winter thunder rumbling and heaven and earth merging.

The pot of medicine made a gurgling sound as the water boiled, and occasionally there was a puffing sound of bubbles bursting.

The scene was very harmonious and beautiful. The only pitiful thing was the table in the house. It never dreamed that one day it would play various roles and bear the weight and shaking that it should not bear.

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A few days passed like this. Today, when Han Li returned home, Han Xiaomei came to greet him.

"Brother, the classmates in our class said they want to have a reunion again this year. Some of them came to my workplace today. Do you think we should still attend?"

"Is it organized by Lin Jiahui, Jiao Yuhong, Ruan Dajuan, and Liu Dagang?"

"Isn't it? I heard that they have difficulty buying tickets back to the city, and they want to have a reunion after they come back."

"Anyway, we are classmates. If you have nothing to do, go and get together with them. I am too busy with things at hand, so I will not participate this time. You can help me find a reason to refuse when the time comes."

"Yu Daqiang said the same thing. If you two don't go, I don't want to go either. Let's talk about it when they come again."

In the next few days, in this era without Sundays, Han Li's family lived a life of three points and one line.

The Yun sisters took care of the family meticulously, making Han Erjie and Han Xiaomei much lazier.

But this peaceful life was broken on the afternoon of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month and the eighth day of the first lunar month in the solar calendar, in the year of Yimao.

A shocking piece of bad news broke the tranquility of the land of China through the radio, and almost everyone was brought into endless pain.

Han Li was making medicine in the courtyard by the lake at this time. He didn't have a radio with him, but the crying sound coming from the cold wind outside made him pause for a long time.

Although Han Li had been mentally prepared for this matter, and knew that this was bound to happen, and that birth, aging, illness and death were not controlled by human power, and could only be left to nature, his tears still flowed unconsciously at this moment.

He was a great man, and even after many years of death, people who had never met him in person could still admire and miss him from the bottom of their hearts.

This is a great man in the true sense, and he will always live in people's hearts and live forever in history.

Han Li stood up and wiped away the tears that he didn't know when he shed, turned around, extinguished the fire and returned home.

Han Li walked back with red eyes. The crying sounded all the way, and everyone was in grief.

When they got home, the Yun sisters, He Mi, and Qi Zhaodi had the same expression. They waited in front of the radio, expecting the radio to say that the news just now was a false alarm.

"Brother Li, Han Li, Brother Han."

"Collapse your emotions, don't talk too much, and then we will act together."

After Han Li finished speaking, he sat down at the table, and the others began to work according to his instructions.

However, Han Li began to sit still after a while. He felt that he wanted to do something, but he was powerless. After thinking for a long time, he picked up the paper and pen to write.

At the beginning, it was written in bold font that there were not enough planes at the founding ceremony, and you said to fly twice. In the future, we will no longer need to fly twice, and we can have as many as we want. This prosperous age will eventually be as you wish!

As you wish:

You are a distant road, a light in the foggy mountains, and I am a child, walking in your eyes.

You are the bright moon and the fresh breeze, and I am the dream you cares for. Whether we see each other or not, I will embrace you for the rest of my life.

And I will love the world you love, and wish you the smile you wish for.

I am holding your hand, please take me to tomorrow.

If you have been bitterer than my sweetness, I am willing to live up to your wish, and wish it is not in vain and I am willing to move forward bravely, every day in this prosperous world.

The mountains and rivers are safe and the fireworks are ordinary, but you look forward as you wish.

Children, sleep peacefully, just like you love deeply.

And I will dream of the reunion you dream of, wish you the eternity you wish for, and walk the long road you walk, and love you like this.

I will also see the world you have not seen, and write the poems you have not written. The moon in the sky and the thoughts in my heart, you are always by my side.

After Han Li wrote (plagiarized), he put it away. He could not submit it directly in the next two years. If it caused a wave, even if he was in Shanghe Village, he would not be able to do so. However, Han Li planned to give it to Liu Lao, and the other party knew much more about when it could be released than himself.

That night, Han's father, mother, second sister, and younger sister all came back very late, but they all felt heavy-hearted.

The time came to the year of Yimao, the month of Jichou, and the day of Renxu, the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month, and the eleventh day of the first lunar month.

The paragraphs in this chapter were deleted and reduced many times, and Mao Sui wrote it very painfully.

The slightly younger bosses may not understand, but... hey, there is no way to say more, so let's summarize his merits.

He was the umbrella of protection for everyone at that time. With him, the *** dared not do anything reckless. His death made countless people lose their backbone.

He had no children or real estate in his life.

He had no cemetery, and he was clean-handed and devoted himself to his country.

He was young and hardworking, and studied for the rise of China.

He was eloquent and made revolution for the future of China.

He was busy with all kinds of affairs, and worked hard to let the world know our country.

He devoted himself to his country until his death.

Although this chapter is a bit trivial at the end, some big guys may complain, Mao Sui can only say sorry here. If it weren't for the safety period, I could write at least two chapters of sincere words about "him".

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