After Deng Zhilan firmly joined the propaganda team, Wei Yanzhen seldom visited home often.

Instead of reclaiming land in the village, he and Feng Zhijun led the militia to build protective forests.

While Deng Zhilan was staying at home, she met with Song Yitao from time to time, and the two discussed the slogans on the wall together.

After everything was ready, Deng Zhilan and Song Yitao began to act. Now to get down to business, the two put aside their past grudges.

"I have been practicing calligraphy since I was a child. You should paint more beautifully when the time comes!"

Song Yitao reminded Deng Zhilan.

With a proud look on her face, Deng Zhilan knew Song Yitao and must have been secretly treating her badly.

After all, he is comparing himself with his master all day long.

The mistress is so beautiful and is the most beautiful girl in the compound. Song Yitao cannot compare with her and can only focus on her talent and ability.

When you are studying, you should try your best to be better than your teacher.

When looking for a job, you must be a decent teacher and continue to outperform your boss.

Unfortunately, in the book, no matter how hard she tried, she could not change her identity as a cannon fodder best friend.

It is always the green leaf foil for the host.

What others remember and are amazed by first is always the host's face, and no one will pay attention to Song Yitao's talent.

"I know."

"Your handwriting is beautiful, so does my drawing look ugly?"

"Let's go quickly. I heard that the propaganda team will send someone on a tricycle to help us carry our painting materials and chalk."

Deng Zhilan wore a straw hat with the brim pulled down to block out the scorching sun.

She was wearing a dress, but her limbs were still slender.

She has a slim and graceful figure. People who don’t know her can’t tell that she is pregnant when looking from behind.

Song Yitao also subconsciously slowed down her pace to match Deng Zhilan's pace.

The two of them slowly came to the propaganda team's office.

There was a tricycle parked at the door. The young man riding it was named Zhao Hongbin, and he was also a member of the propaganda team.

The tricycle first went around the village.

Deng Zhilan and Song Yitao took chalk drawing materials and painted promotional murals and wrote slogans on the blank walls of the small square and small auditorium.

Then, the tricycle drove out of the range of the village and expanded to the outskirts of the village and the border of the neighboring village.

This distance is a bit far.

Zhao Hongbin was a gentle man wearing silver-rimmed glasses. He chatted with the two while riding a tricycle:

"Comrade Song, Comrade Deng, I have some cakes in my car, you can try them."

Zhao Hongbin is very well-behaved and has never crossed the line.

However, Song Yitao and Deng Zhilan had eaten too many delicious foods, so they were not interested in what was placed on the tricycle, which was nothing but ordinary rice cakes.

"Thank you, Comrade Zhao. I'm not very hungry."

Song Yitao said politely.

Deng Zhilan said nothing.

Someone responded to him, and Zhao Hongbin immediately smiled and said:

"Do you think the rice cakes are not tasty? Yes, the weather is too dry, but there are hawthorn cakes under the rice cakes."

The female comrades in the propaganda team all like to eat snacks.

Zhao Hongbin prepared a few things early on.

Unexpectedly, Song Yitao took a piece of hawthorn cake to taste, but Deng Zhilan didn't even touch it.

The tricycle drove forward for some distance.

Zhao Hongbin looked at the sun getting bigger and bigger and continued:

"Comrade Deng, would you like some water?"

"Oh, I brought my own water."

The bag Deng Zhilan was carrying was filled with honey water that she made herself.

Seeing that she didn't drink, Zhao Hongbin gripped the handlebars tightly with both hands.

"Comrade Deng is very thoughtful and has prepared everything."

Deng Zhilan doesn't like talking to strangers.

There was no further response.