Chapter 302 Orphan of the Martyr 2

Feng Qingxue's attention was quickly attracted by the child in his arms.

He was a boy who looked to be only about two years old. He had a big head and a small body, with a sallow face and skinny muscles. He was as dirty as if he had just rolled out of the mire. His appearance could be compared to Feng Qingyun when Feng Qingxue had just crossed over.

Another child who is extremely hungry in extreme poverty.

The old man looked at the room full of young people and said sheepishly: "My name is Song Laoshuan."

"Uncle Song, do you have anything to do with me?" Feng Qingxue asked, and then said hurriedly: "Please sit down first, and speak slowly if you have anything to say."

Lu Tianjun quickly stood up and pulled the chair under his buttocks to Song Laoshuan.

Song Laoshuan sat down with his hands and feet tied up, his eyes not daring to fall on the table, and he murmured twice and said: "I'm here to see Comrade Feng Qingxue, are you Feng Qing who sent money and food stamps to Song Dazhu's family in our production brigade?" Comrade Snow?”

"Song Dazhu?" Feng Qingxue asked in confusion, and quickly remembered who Song Dazhu was.

He was a martyr, a soldier who died on the southwest border.

While Lu Jiang was recovering at home, he sent money and stamps to his family members. The money was not much, ten yuan, and the stamps were not much, just ten kilograms of food stamps.

Later, Lu Jiang returned to the army, and Feng Qingxue continued to send mails to the address he left, once a month.

After Song Dazhu died, the state paid a certain amount of pension to his family, and also ordered the local area to take care of his family. She and Lu Jiang were just superfluous, but they still did their best.

However, she never expected that Song Dazhu's family would find her.

Song Laoshuan's surname is Song, which is obviously related to Song Dazhu.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingxue said directly: "I am Feng Qingxue. I did send money and tickets to Song Dazhu's family in the past few months. Uncle Song, do you have anything to do with me?"

Song Laoshuan hesitated for a long time without saying anything, and finally sent the child in his arms to Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue looked into the child's innocent eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you the truth!" Song Laoshuan gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, "This baby is Song Dazhu's son. He is four years old this year. He has no serious name, just a nickname, Tank Zi. He died of starvation the year before last. Later, when I received the news of his father's death, his father didn't even come up and went with him. With his father's pension, the money and food stamps you sent, his mother could have survived by keeping him. Our production brigade received an order from above to provide his mother with rations according to the standard of strong laborers. Unexpectedly, his mother fell seriously ill in the autumn and was not cured. Our production brigade died soon after winter. , a strong laborer only gets 200 kilograms of food a year. During the slack period, most of them have to go out to beg for food. No one can afford the tank and no one is willing to adopt him. "

Feng Qingxue frowned slightly, "So you sent him to me?"

Song Laoshuan blushed, "I have no choice but to watch him starve to death, right? Many people are staring at the money and tickets you sent, but there is no one to adopt him. I have seven sons. Four of my three daughters starved to death. I couldn’t even support my own family. How could I dare to add another mouth to the family? If this continued, my child would only die. I thought about it again and decided to go to the production team. After discussing with the party secretary, you are the only one who sends money and tickets on time every month, and you are the only one who sends money and tickets to Gongzi's family. You must be a good person. I brought Gongzi to you, begging you to find a way out for Gongzi. "