C69 Old Xie Please Rest in Peace

The River Tower is close to the Yellow River, has a wide field of vision, and the dishes are delicious and delicious, attracting a lot of customers, and the business is booming.

At six o'clock in the evening, the private rooms were full of customers. People came and went from upstairs to downstairs. It was very lively.

Fan Wenbin and his family of four chose a larger private room and gathered together to eat authentic Sichuan hotpot. He was an old acquaintance of the boss of Guanhe Restaurant, Du Yongjun, so he received special care. Regardless of the type of dishes or the quantity, they were all very satisfying.

When his youngest son Fan Xueli heard that his brother was going to be the boss, he took a bite of the mutton and said excitedly, "Brother, after you become the boss, I will work for you on Saturday Sunday. As for the salary, I don't ask for much, just like other people. Even if I help you, how about it?

Duan Xiangmei looked at his youngest son with a loving gaze and said with a smile, "Good, my son. He hasn't graduated from primary school yet, but he wants to work and earn money. "

Fan Xueli glanced at him unhappily and said, "This will affect his studies. It won't be too late to work after you graduate from university. "

"After graduating from university, who will work? Those who are tired and bullied can't even earn money. " Fan Xueli tilted his head and thought for a while before confidently saying, "I want to be a big boss like my dad. A very, very big boss. I want others to work for me. "

The two sons, one big and one small, had a difference of more than ten years in age. Fan Xuefeng had already graduated from university, and Fan Xueli was still a second-year student in Xiguan Primary School.

According to Fan Wenbin's words, these two sons had inherited the excellent genes that he was born with, and they were especially smart. They were the kind of people who were born to do big things.

"Dad, do you agree or not? Why aren't you saying anything?" Seeing that his father did not express any opinions about his thoughts, Fan Xuehua could not help but stare at his father, who did not have enough food, and urged, "Whether you agree or not, there must be a clear attitude. "

Duan Xiangmei also stared at her husband who was wolfing down his food. After a moment, she couldn't help but rebuke, "Don't just focus on eating, as if you've never eaten before. I'll treat you tonight and let you eat enough. Did you hear that? Xuehua is asking you a question. I agree with it, but there's always an opinion on whether it's good or bad.

These few days, when Fan Wenbin went to work, he went to the construction site in the shantytown. He would take a look here and there, and he would always worry that something would happen.

After the workers got off work, they still had to hold a summary meeting in the company. Sometimes, when he ate dinner, it was just right when other people were sleeping. The shacks were different from the commercial real estate development in the past. If they were not careful, their reputation would be ruined and they would have to pay extreme attention to it.

She had advised him a few times to take care of his health. Ning Peng, Zhao Yu, and the others were keeping an eye on the construction site all day long. Nothing would happen, and there was no need for him, the chairman, to personally worry about it.

However, Fan Wenbin had a stubborn temperament, and when it came to things that he had decided on, the eighteen oxen could not pull it back. They treated their wife's words as if they were ignored, and they did as they always did.

At this moment, looking at her husband's slightly dark and thin face, as well as his wolfing down food, Duan Xiangmei could not help but feel a trace of guilt and pity in his heart.

In order to complete the construction of the shantytown on time, her husband worked overtime day and night to work hard. He simply didn't want to die.

When he had eaten enough, Fan Wenbin smiled slightly. He looked at his wife and son and said loudly, "The idea of Xuehua wanting to do his own business is very good. I support it. "

Then, he focused his gaze on his son's tender face, and said, "However, let me ask you, opening a computer company requires a large sum of money. This money, which is the start-up funds, where did it come from?

Seeing his father ask such a question, Fan Xuehua was stunned. He exchanged a glance with his mother and smiled awkwardly. After a while, he carefully said, "The initial investment is in the early stages. Where does this money come from? I calculated it. Including the rent and equipment, it's a mess. A total of three hundred thousand yuan is enough.

"300,000 yuan? Do you have it?" Fan Wenbin drank a mouthful of wine, stared at his son, and continued to ask, "Three hundred thousand is not a small number. "

After every meal, he would drink a few cups of wine. It was already a habit of many years. Once the wine entered his stomach, he felt extremely comfortable. According to the words of his grandfather when he was alive, a man who did not know how to drink could not be considered a real man, much less a man of the Yellow River.

He clearly remembered that the first time he drank was one night after graduating from primary school. That year was in the early 1980s. Primary school had a five-year system, and he was just 13 years old.

That year, the family contract system had just been implemented. At the same time that the land was contracted to the members, the cattle, horses, and sheep that were previously raised by the regiment, as well as the various production tools that were used together, were distributed to each household. People were no longer restricted by the rules and regulations of the past and were very free.

Thus, some activities that were previously strictly prohibited gradually became popular again. Among them, drinking wine became the first choice for men to work while working.

Fan Zhengkun, who originally loved drinking, completely let go now. Every few days, he would call his friends to have a drink. Furthermore, the scene would definitely be drunk, and he would not stop until he was drunk.

That night, when the sky had just turned dark, the former sworn brother of his grandfather, Xu Fu, who was Fan Wenbin's classmate, Xu Liang's grandfather, who was later Fan Wenbin's classmate, Xu Liang's junior high school, took two bottles of green barley wine and two kilograms of pig head meat. He and the other two old men, who were also his grandfather's brothers back then, came to Fan Wenbin's house and drank while eating. It was very lively.

Since he was sensible, Fan Wenbin slept on the same bed as his grandfather. At this moment, he sat beside his grandfather, eating meat while watching them draw their fists and drink with great interest. He was very envious in his heart, and he thought to himself that when he grew up, he would also learn how to row his fists and drink, and become a true hero like his grandfather.

The few brothers sat together, and as they drank, they talked about the past, and they couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Grandpa let out a long sigh and said in a regretful tone, "Old Xie left too early. Otherwise, he would at least be a general by now. "

"Old Xie is a tough man with great courage. He is talented in both civil and military affairs and is very loyal to his friends. " Xu Fu also said emotionally, "That time, he entrusted a batch of weapons and ammunition to us. He asked us to help him secretly transport them from the waterway to the Water Spring Stronghold. "

These words immediately brought everyone into the 40s of the last century. During that period of war where the blade soldiers rose up in flames of war, all the blood in their bodies involuntarily boiled. At that time, their group was still young and vigorous young men.

Even though Fan Zhengkun was the leader of the Dragon Head's elder brother's meeting, he did not openly participate in that very influential initiation operation in the history of Daan. However, because of the loyal leader of the Jianghu, Old Xie, Big Bro Association had secretly helped them a lot.

Later on, Old Xie led the armed resistance against the civil party in Water Spring Castle and was called the "Daan uprising. "

Unexpectedly, two months later, on a rainy night, Old Xie, covered in mud and blood, sneaked into the Fan family. He said that the uprising had failed and that he was being chased by the authorities. He asked Fan Zhengkun to cross the Yellow River and then went to Shaanxi to find his comrade.

Fan Zhengkun could not help but ask when he saw Old Xie in such a sorry state. Your men were either dead or fled. You, as the leader, have become a loner, and you still want to fight with the authorities?

Old Xie laughed, and his eyes emitted a fierce light like that of a fierce wolf. He gritted his teeth and said, If I don't overthrow the Civil Party, even if I die, I will die with everlasting regret. If I fail this time, I still have to struggle. Even if I lose my life, I won't regret it.

Thus, Fan Zhengkun did not say anything and took Old Xie into the back mountain overnight. Together with Li Jizhen's father, Old Li, they became sheep herders for the Fan family, avoiding the crazy search of the authorities.

"I let Old Xie stay here for a month. After he recovered, I sent someone to escort him across the river to his hometown. " Fan Zhengkun drank a cup of wine and said faintly, "Old Xie is from Shaanxi. Without the protection of the locals, it is very difficult for him to walk out of Daan alive. "

These words made Fan Wenbin's jaw drop when he heard them. He did not expect at all that. . . He had never expected that his grandfather and the others would have such a legendary experience when they were young.

While his heart was filled with deep respect, he also raised his wine cup and took a sip like a hero, choking on his tears and causing everyone to laugh non-stop.

In the midst of his laughter, his grandfather affectionately rubbed his head and said, "No matter how much you choke, you have to swallow the wine. "

It was not until the end of the '40s, September 1949, after the liberation of Da An, from the mouth of the commander of the Liberation Army, He Guoqing, that Fan Zhengkun found out Old Xie's final outcome.

After Old Xie returned to his hometown in Shaanxi, he was unwilling to fail and pulled up another group of people to start a revolution. Not long after, he joined the central red army and became a company commander of the 8th army. He was sacrificed at the front line of Shanxi's Japanese resistance.

That night, when it was even quieter, Fan Zhengkun lit up a few pieces of yellow paper at the Fan family pier where Old Xie had bid farewell.

Fan Zhengkun secretly wished Old Xie good rest. You will always be my good brother under the moonlight and listening to the sound of the flowing water of the Yellow River, Old Xie, please rest in peace. You will always be my good brother.

Later, at the beginning of the 1960s, the first director of the Public Security Bureau of Daan County, He Guoqing, who wore the hat of a right faction member, came to the Fan family to undergo the reformation. After a long time, he became friends with Fan Zhengkun, who was undergoing reformation.

When they chatted, they mentioned the uprising of Daan. He Guoqing told him that those people who followed Old Xie to start a revolution had become leaders of various sizes after the liberation. One of them had even become a general. He worked in a very important department in the central government.

"Old Xie is a tough man with courage" Fan Zhengkun drank a mouthful of wine, and then he heaved a long sigh. On the night when Fan Wenbin was thirteen years old and drank for the first time, he finally said this sentence.