Qiao Xuejun: "...Can I still apply it now?"
Her feet had already passed the initial period, so the medicine was not wasted.
"You haven't even completed a full course of treatment." Zhao Xian held her ankle, helped her take off her shoes, rolled up her socks, and applied medicine.
The cool ointment was applied to the ankle and gently pushed away.
Zhao Xian rubbed the ointment with her thumb, making circles around her wrist bone, and the force brought by her fingertips slowly seeped into her skin under the massage.
Qiao Xuejun felt that the soreness and swelling in her ankle was relieved instantly, which was magical.
Qiao Xuejun was a little surprised: "How come you can also do massage?"
Zhao Xian: "I was doing underground boxing at that time, and I learned it from a big brother."
He paused, and then used less force and more slowly, and asked, "How is it? Is it too heavy?"
Qiao Xuejun: "Very comfortable. Coach, I want to learn this."
Zhao Xian continued to help her knead: "Okay, I'll teach you when I have time."
Zhao Xian: "Resources are tight, and the city fishing team is about to go out officially. I will go with you on the first trip to the sea, and we will go to the seed bank. What seeds do you want?"
Qiao Xuejun was very interested in this: "What kind of seeds are there?"
Zhao Xian: "Fruits and vegetables. Everything."
Qiao Xuejun: "Are there any particularly good cold-resistant varieties? For example, rapeseed and peanuts? Oil crops?"
In extremely cold weather, fat supplementation is the most important thing, but the current fat is far from enough.
Zhao Xian finished pushing the medicine and helped her put on her socks again: "I can't tell them apart. You can bring them all back."
Qiao Xuejun: "Let me write a list."
Zhao Xian helped Qiao Xuejun take off her other shoe and put her leg on the bed: "Go to sleep first. You are injured, don't worry so much. The injury will heal faster if you sleep well."
"Otherwise, Lao Zheng said, you will get cold legs all the time."
Qiao Xuejun: "...what about you?"
Zhao Xian: "I'm going to sleep in the office."
After he finished speaking, he turned and headed towards the door.
Qiao Xuejun pulled Zhao Xian's sleeve and said, "Lord, I've calculated that half of the base's blue oil production is surplus for farming, and some can be freed up for use in other production rooms."
This was the agreement between Zhao Xian and Qiao Xuejun. No matter how much oil the base produced, half of it would be left to Qiao Xuejun. In exchange, Qiao Xuejun would be responsible for the base's food supply.
Qiao Xuejun knew that Zhao Xian would definitely keep her share of the blue oil and not let anyone touch it.
Zhao Xian turned to look at her: "How much?"
"Don't save it, Teacher Qiao. No other production is as important as grain production." Other things can be given up when necessary, but not grain.
Qiao Xuejun: "Just trust me. I'll calculate a result tomorrow. You can use the extra money somewhere else."
Zhao Xian thought about it for a moment, and quickly agreed: "Okay, then I owe you that. I will make up for what I embezzled now in the future."
Qiao Xuejun didn't know how Zhao Xian came up with this trick, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No need."
Zhao Xian took out something from his chest pocket and handed it to Qiao Xuejun: "I'll mortgage it to you."
Qiao Xuejun couldn't see clearly, so she took it from the darkness. It was a round piece, but with edges and corners. Then she realized it was the medal.
She was startled and was about to give it back to Zhao Xian: "This is not your grandfather's..."
Zhao Xian: "No. This piece is mine. I'm giving it to you to pay off my debt, so of course I'm using my own money."
Qiao Xuejun touched it and found that it was indeed different. Although they were both medals of "First Class War Merit", the one in the middle of this one was not a five-pointed star, but a silver leopard.
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