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Wang Ping waved his hand in relief. "Don't worry. Although we need to apply for negotiation, since I've agreed, I can't guarantee that it will be successful, but it shouldn't be a problem."

This matter was indeed not too difficult for Wang Ping.

After all, it is a fact that Song Youyou has made great contributions. Nowadays, people emphasize that the working class is advanced and that eight generations of poor peasants are glorious. Some military families will even hang up honor plaques to show the glory of their family.

Song Youyou is not only a military dependent, but also a talented person who has made contributions to the organization. It is not difficult for him to use her meritorious service to exchange for the transfer of one person.

But he was still very touched that Comrade Song Xiao cared so much about him.

"So, when you return, contact Ling You first and have him write a letter reporting his criticism and struggle ideology. Then, based on his report, I'll announce that he will be placed under military management and transferred to the military district headquarters."

Song Youyou was a little surprised at why the political commissar looked so relieved, but she didn't think much about it and quickly agreed.

"Okay! I'll write a letter to thank the Political Commissar as soon as I get back!"

She had understood the operation of this aspect in her previous life. Transferring and delegating personnel to the military district headquarters was actually to protect them from being wasted.

Political Commissar Wang is really helping Ling You!

The heavy stone in her heart fell to the ground, and Song Youyou breathed a sigh of relief and was overjoyed at the same time.

If Old Man Ling could be transferred back, he could avoid the disaster and not be hurt by the flowing rocks. She would finally have the chance to repay the kindness of her previous life.

Secondly, with Grandpa Ling in Beijing, he can take care of the health of the three elderly people in the family. This way, she will have fewer worries when she goes to the border with the army.

"By the way, my eldest brother will be here soon. Please, Political Commissar, don't tell my eldest brother about what happened today."

"Why, now you realize what you did was daring? Are you afraid of your big brother's scolding?"

"Not really." Song Youyou shook her head. "I just don't want my family to get involved in these things."

Wang Ping: "Tsk."

Wang Ping felt jealous.

Why do other people’s daughters always think about others, but his son always makes him angry?

Oh, that's not right.

She didn't want her family to be involved in this, so what about him? So if he was involved, no one would worry, right?

Wang Ping also knew that he was the first political commissar of the military region and had the right to transfer personnel, so there was no need to worry others.

But when I saw how Comrade Song Xiao protected his family and thought of his son with a crooked arm, I couldn't help but miss Cricket.

After all, when people get older, they are happy to look forward to the younger generation's support.

Well, he asked Wang Yiding to copy the Book of Filial Piety when he returned!

…

Shuangshui Village.

The sun is rising and the morning light is dim. It is time for everyone to go to work.

"Lin Zhiqing, there's a letter for you."

The postman was riding a bicycle to the countryside to deliver letters. He happened to meet someone on the road and shouted to him.

"mine?"

The girl called Lin Zhiqing took the letter, opened it calmly, and read it as she walked.

The further she looked, the more surprised she became, and she even stopped in her tracks.

"Why are you standing there? Hurry up and go." The educated youth who was working with him urged.

"I'm not going to work for now. Please ask for some time off for me! Just say I have a stomachache!"

After saying that, Lin Zhiqing took the letter and ran away in another direction.

"Hey! Don't you have a stomachache? That's not the direction of the toilet!"

Lin Zhiqing ignored the shouts behind her and ran away.

"Old Man Ling! Old Man Ling!!!"

"I'm not deaf, old man! Why are you yelling so loudly? Are you afraid that others won't know that you know the old man in the bullpen?"

Ling You came out leading a leisurely cow, but his words were very urgent.

"Fortunately, everyone was at work by then, so no one saw it."

While the old man was speaking, he kept glancing around with his small eyes, as if he were a thief with a strong sense of stealth.

"What are you afraid of? I saw it, so what? Are you going to drag me into criticizing it? At most, they'll just gossip about it behind your back.

Oh, stop looking around and come over here and read the letter. That person has written again."

Three months ago, Lin Zhiqing inexplicably received a letter, a jar of meat so delicious it made your tongue drop, some scattered bills and a hundred yuan.

The letter stated that it was for her and Old Man Ling.

Her first reaction was horror. Why did the person who wrote the letter know that she knew Old Man Ling?

Not only did he know that they knew each other, he was also very sure that they had a good relationship, because he was not afraid that she would embezzle the things she sent.

The second reaction was suspicion. Could it be that this was a trap deliberately set by someone who knew them to frame them?

She and Old Man Ling fell into deep thought as they looked at the fragrant meat.

A minute later, they couldn't wait to scoop out the meat. They didn't even wait until dinner time, so they immediately lit a fire to heat the meat and eat it.

After wolfing down the food, he began to reflect on himself.

They actually hesitated for a minute just now!

This is disrespectful to the delicious meat!

If someone uses money and flesh to frame them, then she wants to say, please give them more of this kind of frame-up!