Chapter 175 Too embarrassing! No woman has ever tried this with him before.

Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw two figures entangled together at the corner at the end of the corridor.

One of them was her dear younger sister, Jiang Wanxia. And the other was surprisingly Gu Feiyan.

"Don't push your luck! Gu Feiyan, I asked you for a favor, and you're just making excuses like this?" Jiang Wanxia's voice was low and harsh.

Gu Feiyan frowned, her face full of difficulty and struggle: "Comrade Wanxia, ​​I did say that I owed you a favor, but... but I really can't help you with this!"

Jiang Wanxia had somehow gotten rid of her sister's hives, and she had suggested that her sister try a folk remedy that she claimed was an external herbal application.

He was desperate and tried anything, but to his surprise, the ointment cleared up all the red bumps in just a few days, leaving his skin smooth and clear, as if he had never been sick.

He was extremely grateful at the time and said to Jiang Wanxia, ​​"You are a great benefactor to our family. If there is anything I, Gu Feiyan, can do, I will do it without hesitation!"

He thought she would ask for some money, or for him to help her get some scarce tickets. Who would have thought that her first question would be to ask him to help her scheme against her own sister!

"Can't help?" Jiang Wanxia frowned. "Gu Feiyan, your sister's illness is cured, but you don't really think that those herbs have cured the root of the problem, do you?"

She took a step forward: "Let me tell you, my prescription is powerful, but it has a side effect. The topical medicine can only suppress the toxicity. To completely cure it, you need to take oral medicine as well. Without my oral medicine, the poison in your sister's body will reappear in less than three months. At that time, it won't be as simple as just red bumps..."

Upon hearing this, Gu Feiyan asked, "What do you mean?"

"At that time, her whole body will be ulcerated, inside and out!"

"You!" Gu Feiyan stared in disbelief at the woman before her, her face contorted with rage, trembling with fury. She grabbed the woman's wrist. "You vicious woman! What do you want?!"

"Didn't I already tell you what I wanted?" Jiang Wanxia was gripped so tightly by him that it hurt, but she refused to show weakness. Instead, she smiled even more triumphantly. "It's very simple. On the day Zhao Wenchang and Jiang Wanqiu get married, you find a way to get Zhao Wenchang drunk. The rest is just finding an excuse to lure that bitch Jiang Wanqiu away."

The person who actually entered the bridal chamber with him that day was Jiang Wanxia!

Once the deed is done, Zhao Wenchang won't be able to deny it!

He had already made sure he knew the situation clearly: he was currently a favorite of Commander Le, at a crucial moment in his career advancement. Sleeping with the wrong woman on his wedding night—if this got out, he would lose face, and the entire military region would be disgraced! To protect his future and the reputation of the unit, they would only try to suppress the matter!

Jiang Wanxia thought that as long as she went all out and made a scene, they would have no choice but to accept her as their daughter-in-law in order to keep the peace!

By then, what will Jiang Wanqiu be? A slut carrying a bastard's child who still wants to marry into a wealthy family! Let's see how she deals with that bitch!

And those bastards from the Wang family, she won't let a single one of them get away with it!

"You're insane! You're absolutely insane!" Gu Feiyan's temples throbbed with anger. He shook off Jiang Wanxia's hand as if it were stained with something dirty. "I was blind back then! I only took extra care of you because you're Wanqiu's sister, but I never expected you to be so vicious!"

"You didn't see wrong!" Jiang Wanxia stumbled as he shoved her, grabbing the wall for support to steady herself. She yelled at him, "I've become like this because of that bitch Jiang Wanqiu! She stole everything from me! I just... I just wanted to take back the happiness that was rightfully mine!"

The struggle between the two intensified. Although they were far apart and Jiang Wanqiu couldn't hear what they were shouting, she could clearly see the tense atmosphere between them.

Feeling uneasy, she stood up, leaning on the bench, wanting to go and see what was going on.

"What's wrong?"

A steady voice sounded from behind her, and a large hand caught her arm just in time.

Zhao Wenchang returned with the medicine and saw her getting up to leave, her face still showing worry.

Jiang Wanqiu pointed to the corner not far away: "It looks like my sister and Gu Feiyan are arguing over there. I want to go and see."

Zhao Wenchang looked in the direction she pointed and recognized Gu Feiyan's figure at a glance. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He looked away: "That's between the two of them. Let's not get involved, lest we get into unnecessary trouble."

After saying that, he handed her the medicine bag, took her hand, and said softly, "Let's go, I'll help you back to rest. The doctor said you can't overexert yourself right now."

After saying that, he quickly left with her, not giving Jiang Wanqiu a chance to look back.

Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door in the courtyard. Zhao Wenchang dressed neatly and went to open it; it was a young soldier from the battalion headquarters.

"Battalion Commander Zhao, Chief Le wants you to come over. He says it's urgent."

Zhao Wenchang nodded, glanced back at Jiang Wanqiu who was still fast asleep on the kang, and said in a low voice, "I understand, I'll go right away."

He went back into the room and gently tucked Jiang Wanqiu's blanket around her. Ping An had already dressed and was about to go to the kitchen.

Seeing Zhao Wenchang about to leave, he immediately ran over, patted his chest like a little adult, and assured him, "Dad, don't worry, I'll take care of things at home! I promise I'll take good care of Mom!"

Zhao Wenchang patted his son's head and nodded with satisfaction.

As soon as Jiang Wanqiu got up, Ping An brought her hot water to wash up. Breakfast consisted of heated sorghum porridge and two steamed buns.

After breakfast, she had something on her mind, so she took out the things she had taken out of her space yesterday, wrapped them in a cloth, and said to Ping An, "Mom is going out for a while and will be back soon. You stay home and watch the door."

Ping An nodded understandingly: "Mom, you go ahead, I'll write for a while."

Jiang Wanqiu walked towards the military hospital. She needed to see Zhou Jianguo.

Zhou Jianguo's condition in the ward was much better than yesterday. Although his complexion was still somewhat sallow and his eyes were sunken, at least he could sit up. When Jiang Wanqiu entered, he was bending over, folding his old military uniform piece by piece, seemingly preparing to be discharged.

"Battalion Commander Zhou," Jiang Wanqiu called softly.

Zhou Jianguo looked up, saw her, paused for a moment, then forced a smile: "It's Comrade Jiang Wanqiu, what brings you here?"

"I came to see how you're recovering," Jiang Wanqiu said, placing the cloth bag she was carrying on the bedside table. "And... I brought you something too."

She untied the cloth bag, revealing two bottles inside, one small and one large. One was a plain white porcelain bottle, and the other was a dark brown gourd-shaped bottle.

“My family has a family recipe that’s really effective for treating men’s ailments,” Jiang Wanqiu said with a smile. “This porcelain bottle contains pills, one each morning and evening. The gourd contains medicinal wine, a small cup of which you should drink every day. You…you should give it a try.”

Zhou Jianguo's eyes instantly became complicated.

His face turned slightly red, clearly embarrassed, but he didn't refuse.

After accepting the items, he remembered something and quickly pulled out a wallet from his military uniform, counting out a few bills and some money: "Comrade Jiang, how much is this medicine? I'll give it to you!"

Jiang Wanqiu pushed his hand back and smiled gently: "No rush, this medicine is homemade and not worth much. You can take it first, and pay me when it works."

Zhou Jianguo held the few bills in his hand, his hand frozen in mid-air.

"When it works..." he muttered to himself, then scratched his head bitterly, as if mocking himself, "Girl, what are you saying? Whether it works or not... I can't tell by myself."

The moment those words left her lips, the air fell silent. Jiang Wanqiu felt a little embarrassed, chuckled awkwardly, and quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Battalion Commander Zhou, don't be discouraged. Look at you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, and being a battalion commander and a key technical member of the army, there are plenty of young girls lining up to marry you! Fate can come and go as it pleases."

Zhou Jianguo simply shook his head: "Remarry? For someone like me, whether I can remarry or not is another matter entirely."

He didn't want to talk about it anymore. He put the folded clothes into a net bag, stood up, and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. I have to go check on the experimental field. It's been several days. I wonder how those guys are taking care of my precious little darling."

"An experimental field?" Jiang Wanqiu's eyes lit up. "Can I go and take a look?"

Zhou Jianguo was a little surprised, but he still nodded: "Okay, it's not a secret place, just some bottles and jars and muddy ground."

The two walked out of the hospital one after the other. The experimental field was located at the northernmost part of the military region, occupying a large area. In the distance, rows of seemingly endless plastic greenhouses gleamed white in the winter sun.

As soon as you lift the curtain of the greenhouse, a blast of warm air hits you, dispelling the chill from your body.

The shed was warm and cozy, a world apart from the freezing cold outside.

The moment Zhou Jianguo stepped into this space that belonged to him, he was a completely different person.

The dejection and bitterness on his face vanished, replaced by an almost fanatical radiance.

“Look over here,” he said, pointing to a patch of lush green wheat seedlings, his voice now more animated and brimming with barely suppressed excitement. “This is the ‘Dongnong 78’ winter wheat variety that our team is currently working on. We extracted the cold-resistant gene from a cold-resistant variety imported from the Soviet Union and, through distant hybridization, grafted it onto high-yield wheat native to Northeast China. The goal is to cultivate a new variety that can withstand temperatures as low as minus thirty degrees Celsius and increase yield per mu by thirty percent!”

He carefully parted the leaves of a wheat seedling, pointed to the root, and said, "Look at this root, it's much thicker than ordinary wheat, which means it can absorb more nutrients. If this project succeeds, our grain production in Northeast China will take a giant leap forward!"

He then led Jiang Wanqiu to another area, where rows of crops about half a person's height were planted.

"And this, potatoes, which are what we call potatoes. The varieties we're currently growing generally have a problem: they're susceptible to late blight and have low starch content." Zhou Jianguo's speech quickened. "We're trying to use radiation-induced mutation breeding to screen for superior strains that are highly resistant to disease and have high starch content. Once successful, it won't just be a matter of yield; our military region's cannery and vermicelli factory will have the highest quality raw materials!"

As Zhou Jianguo eloquently introduced his hybridization techniques and breeding methods, Jiang Wanqiu felt that his words sounded increasingly familiar.

High-yielding seeds? Strong disease resistance?

She suddenly remembered that after her space was upgraded, a small wooden house had appeared out of nowhere. On the shelves of the wooden house, weren't there rows of seeds neatly arranged in small cloth bags? Next to them, wooden signs clearly read: Super Hybrid Rice, High-Yield Cold-Resistant Wheat, Virus-Resistant Potatoes…

Aren't these the very treasures that Zhou Jianguo and his team risked everything to research and develop?

But then she quickly calmed down. Her secret was her greatest secret, and it absolutely could not be revealed.

Moreover, although the seeds on the shelves in the log cabin were categorized, each type only came in a small cloth bag. It was enough for her to cook a little and improve her family's life, but if she were to promote it nationwide, that little bit of stuff would be a drop in the ocean and simply not enough.

unless……

She looked up at the man in front of her, whose eyes were shining as he talked about his dreams, and carefully organized her thoughts before tentatively speaking.

"Um... Battalion Commander Zhou, I was just asking a random question, don't take it seriously." She first found a way to save face before continuing, "If, I mean if, someone could bring you the final seed you want right now, the kind of wheat seed that can withstand temperatures as low as minus thirty degrees Celsius and increase yield by 30% per mu, do you... do you have a way to work backwards and figure out how it was cultivated?"

Zhou Jianguo was getting into the swing of things when she suddenly asked him this question, and he stopped talking abruptly.

"Huh?" He stared blankly at Jiang Wanqiu, as if he hadn't understood her words, blinking twice. "There's such a thing?"

The fervor on his face slowly faded, his brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes were full of contemplation and thought.

Finally, he slowly said, "Jiang Meizi, your idea is like shooting the arrow first and then asking us to draw the target! Right now, our research is like shooting arrows blindfolded. If we shoot ten thousand arrows, we're lucky if even one hits the target. But if the kind of seed you described really exists, that's a different story! We can analyze its gene sequence, observe its growth characteristics, study its cell structure... It's like the answers are all laid out before us. We just need to work backwards and calculate the solution step by step! This is a thousand times, ten thousand times faster than blindly groping around like this! With my team, I'm sure we can figure it out!"

Seeing how logically he spoke, Jiang Wanqiu knew that this matter had a chance of success.

She added, "Battalion Commander Zhou, what if I said... I might have a way to get the seeds you want?"