The logistics officer saw a group of military wives arrive and wondered what had happened.
"We're here to ask about jobs. When can we be assigned some?"
"There are no vacant positions right now. If there were, we would have notified them. We are also anxious, but there is a shortage of jobs nationwide." The logistics officer breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
"Then why does Commander Gu's wife have a job? She arrived much later than us."
The logistics officer was a bit confused. He didn't know who Brigade Commander Gu's wife was, and besides, they hadn't assigned her any work!
"Brigade Commander Gu's wife, we didn't know! Recently, another batch of high school students will be graduating, and job positions are in high demand. We haven't been able to assign any work for a long time."
The military wives looked at each other in bewilderment, but they had heard her go to work that morning to teach scuba diving.
“We all heard it this morning; she went to the children’s palace to teach scuba diving, but we don’t know anything about it.”
The logistics officer understood: the women had found jobs on their own, but these military wives thought it was arranged by the military region, which led to this commotion.
“This job wasn’t arranged by us; it must have been found by the person themselves. We keep records of all the jobs we arrange.”
The group of people who had come on so aggressively left looking embarrassed.
Bonnie was busy teaching at the Children's Palace and was unaware that because of her, another strong wind had swept through the family compound.
I know Bonnie doesn't care. She doesn't get along with most of the military wives in this family compound; she's too scheming.
Instead of striving to improve their living conditions, they spend their days spouting sour grapes and expressing envy and jealousy towards others. They should use that time to go beachcombing, foraging for wild vegetables and fruits; that would be far better than gathering together to gossip.
Bonnie felt that the military wives on the island were more genuine; they didn't have as many ulterior motives. They might have some, but in the face of survival, none of those matters.
Putting everything else aside, just the first year of clearing land was truly a laborious process, painstakingly digging it out bit by bit with hoes and picks. Blisters kept forming on my hands, bursting one after another, but I endured the pain, gritted my teeth, and finally, calluses formed on my hands.
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