"Wang Caifeng! There's a letter for you! It's from the Northern Military Region!"
"Military region?" Old lady Wang Caifeng was taken aback and got up suspiciously to take the letter.
No one in her family is in the military, so how come someone from the military region is here?
Upon opening the envelope, one finds Zhao Xiaoxiao's crooked handwriting. She doesn't know many characters, but she can clearly read the key information.
"...I saw Mingzhao at the XX Military Region's family compound! She's still alive!...She seems a little better...She can talk...She married a soldier and lives in the compound! She seems to be doing well!"
"Snap!"
The letter fell to the ground.
Wang Caifeng's harsh old face was first shocked, then burst forth with a light of wild joy and greed, like dry tinder that had been ignited!
"Thank God!" She trembled with excitement, then slapped her thigh. "Where did that brat Zhao Xiaoxiao go?! She's got some nerve! She actually managed to snag a husband? Married a military officer? And lives in the military compound?!"
And that Mingzhao!
Her eyes darted around, a wolfish glint in her cloudy pupils: "Good! Good! All those years of raising her were for nothing! Now that she's successful, she wants to enjoy life? No way! Her husband's a military officer, how much money does he have? How many good things does he have? It's only right that he should support her own grandmother!"
She immediately rushed into the house like she'd been injected with adrenaline, rummaged through drawers and cupboards, pulled out a few slightly worn clothes and stuffed them into a tattered bundle, then yelled at the still bewildered old man:
"You old fool! What are you standing there for! Pack your things! Go to the army! Go find that brat! She's an officer's wife now, living the high life. As her grandmother, it's time to enjoy her granddaughter's good fortune!"
The old man smacked his lips and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth: "Going somewhere? Aren't you going to take care of this family?"
"Yaozu's matter hasn't been resolved yet... Without a new house, Yaozu can't even afford to marry a wife. What's the point of going up north then..."
The old lady slammed her hand down on the old man's head. The old man clutched his head and howled in pain!
"What do you know, you old codger? Let's not even talk about Mingzhao. Take Zhao Xiaoxiao, for example. We raised her with our own hands, and she married a military officer without giving us any dowry. And Mingzhao, she's married now too. Her parents are gone, so shouldn't she take care of them in our place?"
The old man was still unhappy, rubbing the spot where he had been hit repeatedly: "Hmph, I told you to be nicer to her, but you wouldn't listen. You insisted on getting more money and went after that Wang Laoliu. The little girl ran away, and you still want to get your money? Do you think you can get it?"
"Why can't I get it?" Wang Caifeng's cheekbones were unusually high, her thin face looked particularly sharp, her eyebrows shot up, and she had an air of indifference: "She's my granddaughter, I raised her myself, so she should be filial to me. If she dares to be unfilial, I'll ask the leaders in the military region if they want someone as unfilial as her!"
She doesn't even consider that Zhao Xiaoxiao has parents who work in the fields every day to earn food for themselves and their children. How did that become Wang Caifeng's responsibility to support them?
The underlying logic is that since the son is their own, everything the son earns is theirs, the daughter-in-law belongs to the son, and everything she earns also belongs to the son. They believe that everything the son owns is theirs – a robber's logic.
She had managed the household for many years, was domineering and competitive, and would throw a tantrum and act like an elder whenever she had a conflict with her neighbors, expecting them to give in to her.
If Zhao Xiaoxiao really dares to be unfilial, we'll make sure her husband loses his job, even if it means tearing him apart.
Zhao Xiaoxiao wanted to make things difficult for Mingzhao, but she didn't know if she could get her way once the old lady Wang Caifeng arrived at the military region.
Sanya, who was standing to the side, finished chopping the pig feed and started a fire to cook the pig feed, which could fit five of her own large pots. She then carried a hundred-pound bag of corn to the threshing ground outside. She carried seven or eight bags in total and dumped them all on the ground that she had cleaned up early in the morning. She then used tools to comb the corn apart to dry it.
After the corn was dried, she carried a basket taller than her head up the mountain to chop firewood.
The old man finally gave in to the old woman's insistence, but he was too old and didn't want to go through the trouble anymore. The journey of a thousand miles was too far.
Finally, the old lady thought of having the little girl's father, the second son, go along.
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Meanwhile, No. 17 Xiangyang Courtyard, a military family compound, became an unknown research and development base in the deep of night.
Howard was away on a mission and had not returned; only a dim light shone through the window of the main room.
Mingzhao's eyes were like the most sophisticated low-light night vision devices in the darkness, clearly seeing the disassembled parts lying on the ground.
There were some rusty gears, broken springs, several pieces of metal of varying thickness, several pieces of thick glass with cracked edges, a small DC motor taken from an abandoned radio, and several discarded batteries of different sizes.
She originally intended to make a simple mechanical fan, but when she found the shattered piece of thick glass in Gara, where she kept odds and ends in the house, an even more exciting idea came to her.
She wants to make a drone.
Compared to robots and ventilation fans, Mingzhao was more interested in airplanes and weapons.
Limited materials and huge technological barriers, but none of these could extinguish Mingzhao's determination. On the contrary, they aroused an even stronger desire to take on the challenge.
The alliance's youngest rising star in scientific research excels at creative research and development under extreme conditions.
She picked up the thick, uneven piece of glass, walked to the well in the corner of the yard, and the cool well water washed away the dirt on the glass surface.
Under the moonlight, the cross-section of the glass refracted a hazy halo.
She picked up a piece of sharp-edged iron and found a relatively flat stone to use as a cutting board.
Recalling the grinding principles of optical lenses, his wrist moved with an extremely stable frequency and angle, even precise to the micrometer level. The edge of the metal sheet sliced across the glass surface like the most precise diamond cutting tool!
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