Mudanjiang Town is no longer what it used to be, it is like the scale of a small city. A bridge across the Khurha River connects the two sides of the city. On both sides of the river are rows of wooden houses, all kinds of public facilities.

There are many factories on both sides of the river, and the chimneys are smoking, and the factories and enterprises in Mudanjiang Town are not large, only the shipyards, wood processing factories, and leather products processing factories are still like that, and the rest are some small handicraft workshop-style light industry enterprises.

Mudanjiang Town Government Medical System, Service Agencies, Reserve Militia System, Administrative Agencies and other units are all available, mainly serving the nearby Northeast Aborigines, and the surrounding villages within a radius of nearly 1,000 miles are under the jurisdiction of Mudanjiang Town.

A team of river steam deck barges slowly docked on the dock by the river, Hikten carried his father down from the boat carefully, and the old lady and several younger brothers and sisters behind him followed to the dock with large bags and small bags.

There were many people who came down with them, all of them were families of natives from the Outer Northeast wearing tattered clothes, and there was already a group of indigenous militia from the Outer Northeast on the dock, who went up to lead them to the nearby purification camp.

As soon as Hikten came out of the purification camp with his father on his back, he saw his mother and younger siblings waiting in brand new clothes, and as soon as he wanted to walk over, he heard someone calling him behind him, and Hikten looked back and saw his platoon commander in the militia brigade.

He shouted with surprise on his face, "Uncle, why are you here?" ”

The platoon commander laughed and said, "I picked you up, and after you left, our militia brigade was also disbanded, and I will go to the town to bring you to our village when I return to the village." Let's go, I'll help you get those loot back to the village. There happens to be an empty hut in the village, and I've already helped you clean it up. ”

When Hikten heard this, he was also very excited. He was quite nervous before he came. Although everything is good in the Far East, the family has left their homeland and come to an unfamiliar environment, and who knows who they will meet. Well, now that he got to the old platoon commander's village, he had nothing to worry about.

He placed his father and his mother and his younger siblings in the carriage. The old platoon commander was introduced to the family. The platoon commander chatted with his father and mother for a while, and then led him to the resettlement office of the town government to go through the formalities. Then he drove the wagon to the nearby mountains.

The platoon commander and Hikten drove the wooden-wheeled carriage on the rugged mountain roads, these simple mountain roads were built by the indigenous people of the Far East and the Northeast organized and mobilized by themselves, the gravel roadbed, and then paved with mountain soil, although it was not so flat, and it was also muddy on rainy days, but it was much better than before. At least I can walk the carriage.

There were no roads in the mountains, and it was very difficult for the natives to get in and out of the mountains. The Construction Committee of the Far Eastern Company organized technical personnel to go to the mountains to conduct surveys, and then organized indigenous people from all over the country to build roads in the mountains.

After several years of hard work, rugged and simple dirt and stone mountain roads are scattered in all corners of the mountain. Because it only meets the basic travel requirements of the natives, it doesn't cost much to build the road, and it depends on the simple natives. Shoulder-to-shoulder horses are repaired little by little.

The carriage traveled two days on a rugged mountain road before it came to the vicinity of the platoon commander's village. Horse-drawn carriages cannot be carried here, and every village has a place to store horse-drawn carriages on the nearby roads. They got out of the carriage and walked for nearly a day in the mountains before they came to the village.

The arrival of the Hikten family was warmly welcomed by the natives of the village, an indigenous village under the jurisdiction of the Far East. Most of them are composed of more than 100 households, and there is a native family in this village, who was selected when the mountain brigade was expanded, and their family also moved into the family area of the military commission, so a wooden house was vacant.

Face the enthusiastic villagers. Hikten's family was a little overwhelmed, especially Hikten's younger siblings, who hid behind the adults and didn't dare to speak out.

The village chief led them to the wooden house, and smiled at Hikten's father: "This is your future home, I have asked the villagers to clean it up, if the family is short of anything, look for me, don't be polite." By the way, the three babies in your family have also reached the age of going to school, I will help them sign up in a few days, and they will be able to go to school in the fall. ”

The Hikten family looked at the woodcarved flute in front of them, and they couldn't believe it. Could it be that this house will belong to them in the future, such a big wooden house, even if the place where the leader of their tribe lives is so good?

The platoon commander led them into the woodcarved flute, which was no different from the traditional woodcarved flute in the Far East, and it was a hall house, with two stoves, and some wooden shelves and cabinets left by the former family, which were filled with all kinds of loot from the Hikten Huàn.

There were bags of grain piled up in the corner of the wall, enough for the family to eat for two or three years, several large vats and jars were placed side by side at the base of the wall, and two brand-new large iron pots were placed on the two stoves.

There is a room on the left and right, and each room has a row of kang beds, on which are already covered with felt and sheepskin mattresses, as well as cloth and other household items such as the huàn of the shikten huàn. There were some rough cabinets in the house, all of which were left by the family. There is also an oil lamp embedded in the wall, which emits a dim glow.

At this time, there was a commotion outside, and the simple natives in the village came to Hikten's house with their things, they knew that Hikten's family had just arrived in the Far East, although Hikten had exchanged a lot of things for military achievements, but they came to the Far East in poverty and white, and this little thing would be able to live.

In recent years, the natives in the outer northeast of the village have lived a good life, and every family has no worries about food and clothing, and their lives are very nourishing. And they are all from poor backgrounds, and when they meet everyone, they can help.

The things that everyone is holding are also varied, some bring two pheasants in the mountains, some bring a plate of fungus, and some bring a few pieces of skin, although there are not many things, it is everyone's heart.

The Hikten family thanked everyone in succession, and they couldn't even say anything with excitement. They knew that they would be able to live a good life in the Far East, but they didn't expect it to be so good.

After everyone had left one after another, several of Hikten's younger siblings climbed onto the kang with cheers, jumping and jumping on it, and rolling on the kang. Hikten's old lady sat on the kang, looking at a few cheerful fart children, stroking the thick felt spread on the kang, and wiping her tears vigorously

Hikten's father sat on the kang and looked at the house, looking at the various things sent by the villagers piled up in the house, and the men in their forties were about to burst into tears.

He turned his head to look at Hikten, and said in a deep voice: "Son, when Dad's leg is healed, if there is another war in the Far East, we will go together, and the lives of our grandfathers will be the lives of the Far East Master in the future." (To be continued......)

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