But because their Shu family didn't have a good relationship with the group, and Li Qiao's powerful output in the morning, even if someone was curious, no one asked.
The three people who were being saluted split into two groups in front of their own tents. Li Qiao went straight into the medical tent without stopping.
Wang Feng was preparing medicine according to the doctor's prescription. Seeing Li Qiao's expression, his brows furrowed.
"What are you doing? The army has regulations that no one can accept a single needle or thread from the common people. Don't you know that?"
Having said that, she still put down what she was holding, quickly came to Li Qiao's side, and helped her take the sack off her shoulder.
Li Qiao sat down with Wang Feng's help. Facing her disapproving gaze, she lowered her head a little embarrassedly.
"I didn't mean to make my comrades make mistakes. It's just that the millet in my house has already been soaked and sprouted. If we don't eat it soon, it will really rot."
Upon hearing this, Wang Feng was also shocked. He quickly opened the sack and saw that the rice was indeed green in color and had become soft due to being soaked. He was so distressed that he took a deep breath.
He patted Li Qiao's shoulder with a tone full of regret,
"Why are you wasting it? If there's really no place to dry it, we can think of other ways to do it. Look at what you've done! What a waste!"
Li Qiao took pity on Barbara and quickly begged for mercy, "Sister Wang, I was wrong. I will definitely consult you first next time."
"But shouldn't we cook the rice first? Otherwise, what if it gets sour later? Don't you think so?"
Wang Feng now understood what she was up to. Although she felt a little uncomfortable, she thought about her family's situation and finally felt pity for her.
He glared at her unhappily and said, "I really can't do anything about you. Let me make it clear in advance that I'm only responsible for helping you prepare things. The rest is up to you."
"Okay, thank you sister, you are my real sister!" Li Qiao was still as affectionate to her as he was at the beginning.
With Wang Feng's help, two young PLA comrades soon came and looked at the two and a half sacks of rice and peanuts with an embarrassed look on their faces.
"This is the grain that has been soaked and sprouted that I got from my fellow villagers. You can cook it with confidence." Wang Feng waved his hand and explained casually.
Only then did the two of them dare to take action and send the things to the kitchen.
After the person left, Wang Feng looked at Li Qiao, who was looking happy, and shook his head and sighed helplessly. Then he took out five yuan from his pocket and stuffed it directly into her hand.
Before she said the words of refusal, her tone suddenly became serious.
"You don't need me to teach you the truth about excess, right?"
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