Chapter 50 The Poor Little One Killed by His Uncle 6
"Yuanchun, your father's comrades are here to see you."

One day, the village chief came to see her.

Following behind him was a big headshot wearing army green clothes and carrying a large army green bag.

The big-headed guest stepped forward and saluted. "Hello, Comrade Yuanchun. My name is Zhao Cheng. I am your father's comrade-in-arms. I came to visit you on the orders of our leader and twelve comrades in the team."

At the beginning, the news of Liu Tiesheng’s sacrifice came via telegram from the army.

This time, the army sent people.

In the previous life, Zhao Cheng also came.

He brought a lot of food, including milk powder, canned food, brown sugar, White Rabbit milk candy... However, the original owner didn't eat a single bite of the food, as it all went into the mouths of his second uncle's family.

"Hello Uncle Zhao Cheng, thank you for coming to visit me." Yuanchun hurriedly invited people in and made two cups of tea for them.

This time, Zhao Cheng not only brought gifts and his father's pension, but also brought his father's belongings.

A set of bedding, several sets of clothes and shoes, a military kettle, a military thermos, a fountain pen, two aluminum lunch boxes, and a wooden box containing more than sixty yuan.

Seeing these things, Yuanchun's eyes turned red and tears fell down.

The village chief hurried to comfort her, "Yuanchun, don't cry. These things are what your father left for you. You should keep them well. When you grow up, go to your father's tomb and burn some paper money for him."

Liu Tiesheng was a hero. After his death, he was buried in the Martyrs' Park.

Yuanchun choked up and nodded, "I won't cry, my father is a hero, I am proud of him, Uncle Zhao Cheng, go back and tell my father's leaders that I will live a good life and they don't need to worry about me all the time."

It was the first time that Zhao Cheng saw such a sensible and well-behaved child.

His eyes instantly turned red.

He took out a wad of money from his pocket and said, "This is the pension the country gave your father, one thousand yuan." He took out another wad of money and said, "This is your father's salary, and the bonus for this mission, a total of one hundred yuan."

Finally, he took out two hundred yuan in change and said, "Yuanchun, this two hundred yuan was collected by our comrades in the team. Take it all. If you have any difficulties in the future, just write to us or call us, and we will definitely be able to help you."

The total amount is 1,300 yuan.

At this time, it was a huge sum of money.

In the previous life, when Zhao Cheng came, he was received by his second uncle Liu Tiezhu, and the money also fell into Liu Tiezhu's hands, and the original owner did not spend a penny.

In total, Liu Tiezhu took away more than 3,000 yuan from the original owner. However, when Liu Hongjun just turned 18 and wanted to buy a job, Liu Tiezhu sold the original owner to an old widower who had beaten his wife to death for the sake of the 100 yuan betrothal money.

His heart is so cruel, vicious and evil.

Yuanchun wanted to keep Zhao Cheng for dinner before leaving, but Zhao Cheng was too embarrassed to eat the food of a little girl. He put down his money and things, left his address and phone number, and hurriedly said goodbye.

After Zhao Cheng left, the village chief earnestly warned the original owner, "Yuanchun, you must hide the money well. Don't tell anyone. If it gets out, it will be a disaster. Not all people in our village are good. You are still young and don't know how treacherous people are. In short, don't tell anyone and keep it secret."

"I know, I will hide well, thank you, Grandpa Village Chief."

The old village chief is a good man.

In the previous life, during the three-year disaster, Liu Tiezhu did not give the original owner anything to eat, and the original owner was so hungry that he had to drink water to fill his stomach. Later, there was a water shortage in the village, and the original owner could not even drink water to fill his stomach, and he almost starved to death.

It was the old village chief who saved some food from his own mouth and gave it to the original owner, thus saving the original owner's life.

The old village chief himself almost starved to death.

(End of this chapter)