Lu Jingchuan drank the warm ginger sugar water in one gulp. After she came over and sat down, he said to her, "Linglong, I have to go out of town tomorrow and won't be back for a week."

"Are you going on a mission?" Gong Linglong asked him.

"It's not a mission, it's to lead the team to participate in the military district competition."

Gong Linglong understood and didn't ask any other questions. She only asked, "What do you want to bring? I'll prepare it for you in advance."

"You don't need to bring anything special. We won't leave until tomorrow afternoon and will be back for lunch. I can just pack some clothes myself then."

Lu Jingchuan didn't let her handle these things, and said to her, "Linglong, Mom will be back on Sunday. You can take the bus to pick her up. On the way, go to the meat processing plant to buy a chicken, some pork and eggs, and stew them at home to nourish your body."

"good."

Probably because of the big competition ahead, Lu Jingchuan was quite busy. He went to work with an umbrella after breakfast.

The military wives also started rehearsing the program from today. Jiang Yaping requested a vacant small meeting room for everyone, and everyone came on time at 8:30 for the meeting.

Gong Linglong first taught everyone to recite poems. As soon as she arrived here, she immediately distributed the poems she had copied overnight to everyone, one copy for each family. With Jiang Yaping maintaining discipline, she only needed to teach verbally.

The modern poetry was catchy and the military wives were very attentive to the performance. When Gong Linglong was teaching them, they read aloud, repeating it over and over again.

After a morning of study, most people have memorized it. A few may pronounce it incorrectly, but everyone is helping to practice.

At 11:30, everyone was thirsty. Jiang Yaping stood up and made arrangements: "This is the end of our morning study. Go back and cook. All the children have learned it. You are responsible for helping your mothers review it. Everyone must be able to recite the entire text within three days."

They were preparing the program silently. Before that, Jiang Yaping reminded everyone not to tell the men in their families, so as to give them a surprise at the art performance.

So, after returning home, no one told anyone, and the children were obedient and didn't reveal anything.

The spring rain continued, with fine drizzles falling for two or three days in a row. All the men in the family quarters went out to participate in competitions, while the wives and children of the military personnel were rehearsing and studying hard at home.

It wasn't until the fourth day that the sky finally cleared up.

The weather improved and spring plowing and farming continued. Jiang Yaping organized her family to start sowing and fertilizing. The art troupe, which had just recovered, received the order and continued to go out to help.

Sow in the morning and fertilize in the afternoon.

Jiang Yaping arranged the work and taught them step by step. She still planned the tasks according to the teams she had divided them into before, with each team responsible for a piece of land.

Sowing is easier and more relaxing than plowing the soil. Half of the work can be completed in one morning.

Even the art troupe has caught up with the speed.

When they went back to eat at noon, Gong Linglong noticed that Meng Xiaoying looked much better than before. Yang Xiaolan walked side by side with her and whispered to her, "I'm looking forward to this afternoon."

In the afternoon, we were going to collect manure and apply it as fertilizer. It was real artificial fertilizer and pig manure. Gong Linglong was also looking forward to it, blinking her eyes playfully.

After returning home, Gong Linglong cooked lunch first and then went to work in the space.

As soon as I slipped in, I heard a constant chirping sound. I saw the fluffy chicks walking around in the chicken coop, trembling as they walked. I smiled and said, "The chicks are finally hatched."

Now there are pigs, chickens and fish in the space. The rice and wheat in the fields are golden, the corn, sweet potatoes and potato seedlings are green, and the vegetables are growing well, growing in neat rows. Seeing this scene of harvest, Gong Linglong feels indescribable satisfaction and pride in her heart.

no pain no gain.

After finishing the work in the space, she felt a little tired, so she sat inside and took a nap for half an hour. She only came out when Yu Ximei called her outside.

There is a pig farm inside the army, with plenty of pig manure and artificial fertilizer. I don’t know if it was deliberately arranged by the leaders, but the art troupe was responsible for picking up the artificial fertilizer, and the military wives were responsible for picking up the pig manure.

The two manure pits were not far apart. As Gong Linglong and her group, carrying manure buckets, had just reached the manure pit in the pig farm, they heard screams that were getting louder and louder not far away. The people in the art troupe were so scared that they ran around screaming, and some even rushed to the tree trunks and vomited wildly.

Gong Linglong and others: "......"

It's just the beginning, and they're already vomiting like this. I don't think they'll all go to the hospital by the time I finish watering the 20 acres of land.

"Ha ha..."

The people in the art troupe were screaming wildly, but the military wives were laughing heartily.

Two sharp contrasts are formed.

Meng Xiaoying's face was pale at this time. She covered her mouth and nose and stood far away from the pit. She almost stepped on a maggot when she passed by just now. When she thought about her shoes almost getting stained by it, she felt so disgusted that she immediately rubbed her shoes on the spot and wished she could throw away the pair of Liberation shoes on her feet.

Xu Wei next to her was not much better than her. Her face looked extremely ugly at this moment. Thinking about the countless buckets of manure she had to carry to water the fields today, she felt terrible.

"I won't pick it. I don't want to pick up manure. I'm afraid."

She was the first to protest, and those who got along well with them immediately agreed, and they all gave their opinions to the deputy leader of the team.

It was also the first time for Deputy Regiment Commander Li to carry manure. The foul smell made him want to vomit, but the order had been given from above and military orders could not be disobeyed, so he had to carry it even if he didn't want to.

What's more, the military wives not far away can choose, so their art troupe must be able to choose as well.

Seeing them chattering about their opinions, Deputy Regimental Commander Li warned them with a stern face: "Do you want to disobey military orders?"

As soon as he said this, everyone fell silent.

Jiang Yaping happened to be carrying a bucket of manure. Seeing their resistance, her usually gentle demeanor turned stern. She sternly scolded them, "Everything you eat and drink is grown by the farmers' hard work. Carrying manure and applying fertilizer is an indispensable part of farming. To feed their families, they rush to do all the dirty work. No one complains about the hard work, dirt, and smell of farming."

"You all dress up beautifully, eat the food and vegetables grown by farmers, and wear the cotton and linen produced by farmers' hard work, but in the end you still act arrogant and try to mock the wives of soldiers who come from farmers' families."

"We, the wives of soldiers who come from peasant families, haven't even finished two years of schooling, and our families don't have the money to support us singing and dancing. Now, with just one suggestion from you, we have to squeeze in time to rehearse."

"None of the military wives complained about you being nosy. They still did the housework and farm work, and they wished they could split every minute into two."

"Spring rains are plentiful, and you all know that planting crops requires choosing a time when the weather is favorable. If you continue yelling and wasting time, affecting our efficiency and progress, don't blame us military wives for jointly reporting this to our superiors."

After saying that, she took the lead, picked up the dung scoop and filled two buckets with dung, then picked up the shoulder pole and walked away quickly.