Chapter 213:

Chapter 213:

Chapter 213

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The train station to my hometown had changed. The quiet station at the foot of a gentle hill was now a busy place with hundreds of people coming and going.

Over here! Load it up!

No, not there, over there!

The workers were loading and unloading cargo, mostly grains, onto and off the freight trains.

Heavy machines were moving and lifting tons of cargo.

Nikolai, who couldnt imagine such a scene, opened his mouth wide and looked around blankly.

Hey, where are you from, bumpkin?

Huh? Im from here

A worker with muscular arms slapped Nikolais back and joked. Nikolai, startled, answered without thinking.

Did you come from the Tsars era No? Nikolai?

Huh? Uncle Ivan?

Hey, you b*****d, youre not dead! I thought you died since you never came back! Hahahaha!!

Nikolai recognized him after a moment of vague memory.

He had met so many people that he had forgotten the faces of his old hometown friends.

It took him some time to remember.

Wow! You finally came back! Your parents have been waiting for you so much!

Hahaha It just happened that way.

He had written letters mostly to Katia, and only told his parents that he was alive. He felt sorry for his parents and scratched the back of his head.

Anyway, lets go! Im done here. Ill give you a ride home.

Huh?

What are you so surprised about?

Uncle Ivan put his arm around Nikolais shoulder and laughed heartily. He dragged Nikolai to the truck parked near the station and got in.

How did you get this truck, uncle?

How did I get it? The party gave me a few.

Nikolai was shocked. Uncle Ivan started the truck with a familiar gesture. It was clearly a brand new American 2.5-ton truck. Why was it in this village?

Didnt you know? They brought them in for military supplies or what do you call it license production? The party distributed them to the collective farms in large quantities. Theres no farm without one of these these days.

Is is that so

The dusty dirt road he had left with a draft notice had turned into a paved asphalt road. Uncle Ivan turned the steering wheel smoothly and pointed out the window with his finger.

Do you see those round cylinders?

Huh? Yes! Yes

Those are what do you call it silos, where they store grains. Now you just have to take them there, right?

Nikolai barely understood the concept of silos, having received only elementary education as a farmer. But he had a rough idea of what they were. A kind of intermediate storage warehouse, right? As a former battalion commander who connected the lower and upper units, he knew why they were needed.

The landscape of his hometown had changed. The train station had grown huge, and there were roads and facilities he had never seen before.

Thats the new barn over there and this is the construction site for the khrushchyovka

There were quite a few trucks on the road. Nikolai wondered if there were so many vehicles in our country.

Of course, there might have been. He had seen the endless wave of tanks, so there must have been a lot. But so many trucks in this backwater village!

Uncle Ivan laughed again when he saw Nikolais stunned expression.

Hey! Didnt you go to war and play in the big water? You look like you came back more of a bumpkin! Hahahaha!

Hahaha, I guess so

He felt that way too.

Mr. Pyodor, whose hands were full of calluses and bent at every joint, examined his sons face and hands. He burst out laughing.

Youre not a moron, are you? Good for you. Thats all that matters!

Dad too No, then would I have come back as a moron?

Nikolai knew as he chatted.

Not everyone who left with him had returned.

There were occasional stories in the letters that the farm manager sent. Someones death notice had arrived. I hope you all come back healthy. Nikolai shivered whenever he saw a postscript attached. Who died this time?

He wondered.

There was no postscript since he received officer training.

Lets eat!

His mother put down a large pot on the table.

She had cooked his favorite food, since he had come back after a long time. The delicious smell tickled his nose.

Yeah. Lets talk while we eat.

Yes, dad.

The first meal at home was his favorite food.

Wow! Do you still eat army stew here?

Of course, of course. This is the cheapest these days Isnt it greasy and salty?

His mother scooped a spoonful of the army stew, which was full of spicy seasoning, American spam, homemade sausage, and various meats, and poured it into Nikolais bowl.

Eat a lot, my baby.

Yes!

His mother and father told him stories about their lives. Someone got married, someone had a baby, and someone else was doing something these days

Of course, they avoided talking about the dead and injured.

There wasnt enough time to tell only happy stories in his hometown, which he had returned to after a long time.

His father casually remarked that people were getting fat because of the new barn and imported goods, which made milk and meat abundant.

His mother cut him off.

By the way, who is that girl?

Uh, cough, cough

Right? Who is that girl? What does she do?

Uh, how do you know about Katia, dad and mom?

Was her name Katia? His mother asked with a smirk.

She likes you, doesnt she? No, you dont even write to us, but she somehow knew and wrote to us? You dont write to us, but only to your girlfriend? How We heard from her, not you, what youre doing.

Cough, cough

Nikolai coughed incessantly, as if the soft spam was stuck in his throat. Katia had asked him for his home address!

Hey, they said you got a medal So thats why they gave you money for being a decorated veteran? You must have done something there? Hahahaha!

What does she do, then? Shes not a weird person, is she?

No, mom! Why do you say that to people?

Nikolai was flustered by his mothers sudden question and snapped. But his mother calmly said with a blank face.

What? If she likes someone like you, there must be something wrong with her, right? Maybe her eyes are bad

Hey, honey! He looks just like me when I was young. How come the girls dont like him? Then what are you?

I was a moron

His mother sighed deeply and muttered as if confessing. His father, who was babbling and speechless, was the same as always.

Hahahahahaha!

Nikolai was able to laugh happily for the first time in a long time.