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Zhao Ping thought about it for a long time and finally decided to go to the county magistrate Zhang Sitian. As a retired soldier, when Zhao Ping first took off his military uniform, he, like other comrades, had the ambition to go to the local area to do something big. But when he got there, he found that turning his dream into reality was not as easy as the comrades who had transferred to the military in previous years said. After many of Zhao Ping's comrades transferred to work in local areas, they often boasted to him about how easy it was to make money and how easy the work was. The words of his comrades gave Zhao Ping the illusion that the place was full of gold. In fact, not many of Zhao Ping's comrades did well after they transferred to local jobs. When they went to the army to visit their leaders and comrades, they put money on their faces. That was because they couldn't keep their dignity and wanted to show off in front of the army leaders.

Under Liu Xiaoqing's gaze, Zhong Chengshan felt warmth, which came from his bone marrow. He couldn't help but reach out to hold Liu Xiaoqing's hand. The two old men held hands together, and Zhong Chengshan was filled with emotion: "Liu Xiaoqing, if it hadn't been for your rescue, I might have been buried on this mountain." Liu Xiaoqing's nose felt sore and asked: "Zhong Chengshan, do you know why I saved you?" Zhong Chengshan shook his head blankly. Liu Xiaoqing asked again: "On Wujiang Mountain, do you still remember what you owed me?" Zhong Chengshan scratched his head in embarrassment: "I owe you a kiss."