After assisting Sister-in-law Cheng with her delivery, Song Yan confirmed that the spring water had indeed changed color. At first glance, the gold color was clearer than before, but upon closer inspection, the spring water remained clear and transparent. The taste of the spring water also became sweeter.
When Song Yan made cornbread for Shuanzhu and Damei, he used this spring water and added a little ordinary cornmeal. The two children actually ate it. Although he didn't know what the spring water did, he was sure it was good. So Song Yan brought some for them to drink.
"Where did this military water bottle come from?" Old Zeng asked, not having seen Song Yan use it.
“Wei Aiguo mailed it back. The water bottle was a reward he received for his excellent grades, and he even had his picture taken because of the award,” Song Yan said.
Old Zeng said without any politeness, "Bring me the photos next time."
"It's in my pocket!" Song Yan took the photo out of his bag. Actually, he took it out of his spatial storage.
Old Zeng's hands were oily, so he just looked and didn't touch them. Old Liao, who ate little, was the first to finish. "Come on, let me see!"
Old Liao examined the photo carefully under the oil lamp. "People really do look spirited when they wear military uniforms. It's no wonder Old Zeng stuck with Song Yan; they're destined for each other. Look at Wei Aiguo, this kid actually looks a bit like Old Zeng."
“He can be like me…you say he has any similarities to me?” Old Zeng hurriedly wiped the oil off his hands onto his clothes and reached for the photo.
Old Liao dodged backward, "Hey, hey, my hands are oily, you can see that."
Not only Old Zeng, but also the two of them came over to look.
Old Du: "It does look somewhat similar, doesn't it!"
Old Han wasn't looking carefully. "If you keep saying that, he'll lose all sense of direction!"
Old Zeng stared at the photo for five minutes without moving, and said, "In the end, he still looks more spirited in his military uniform."
Song Yan sat happily next to them, listening to their verbal sparring.
After they finished eating, Song Yan took the empty bowl and left.
Old Zeng sat up all night without sleeping.
In the morning, Lao Du said, "What's wrong with you now? Last time you managed to cling to a girl like this, what are you up to this time?"
Old Zeng washed his face with water, saying, "I'm thinking of something good, something incredibly good."
“You’re not getting any younger. If you keep pushing yourself like this, you won’t be able to take it. Next time, get some proper rest before thinking about anything good. Otherwise, when something good happens, you’ll be finished, and it won’t be worth it,” Old Du said to Old Zeng.
Old Zeng didn't refute. "You're right. I'm doing this for a good cause, and I have to put up with it."
…
Cheng Yousuo hadn't given up on the idea of having Song Yan practice shooting. He always told Song Yan to carry a gun when he went out for a walk.
Song Yan didn't plan to go deep into the mountains; he just wanted to wander around the outer perimeter of Laoheishan.
Cheng Yousuo's words also tempted her, and these past few days she's been wandering around the mountains with a gun on her back.
Sharpshooting really does require practice. At first, she couldn't hit anything, but after a few days of practice, she felt her progress was rapid.
It was the space that was changing her bodily functions.
When she runs, she feels as light as a swallow.
Not only her marksmanship, but her accuracy with arrows is also a hundred times better than before.
And her memory is completely different now compared to before.
When Song Yan asked Qin Laoda to replace the medicine grinder, he also asked him to bring a few medical books, any kind would do. He got him about ten books, including "Essential Prescriptions of the Golden Chamber," each thicker than a brick.
Song Yan could memorize the contents of a single page after reading it three times.
Song Yan killed three chickens today.
We shot one yesterday. Since Song Yan had to keep the pheasant she'd shot, she took it to the brigade leader's house. The leader thought about it and then gave the pheasant to Grandma Wang.
Captain Wu joked that next time Song Yan harvests something, he should take it to the commune to sell and use the money to repair the village roads.
The village roads become incredibly muddy after it rains. It would be so much better if we bought some sand to pave them…
Song Yan carried a large bundle of grass on his back, with a long spear on top of it, and three pheasants in his hand.
"Song, you've caught some game. Did you shoot it?" one of the workers asked.
"Yes! That's why I handed it over to the authorities!"
"Second Aunt, Second Aunt, hurry home and see! So many people have come to your house!" Shuanzhu shouted as he ran.
Shuanzhu and Damei are now just like normal children.
The village's literacy class is now held every day, and most of the children who don't work in the fields go to study.
"Do you know who it is?" Song Yan asked.
“They’re all wearing red armbands. Teacher Jiang sent me to find you, and also sent someone to find the brigade leader and my dad,” Shuanzhu said.
Shen Hanyang heard what Shuanzhu said and ran over. "What happened? Go back and check!"
"Could you deliver this gun to the militia group for me?" Song Yan handed the gun to Shen Hanyang.
Chen Xiaodong's wife said, "I'll take the hay to the cowshed for you when I get off work."
Song Yan and Shuanzhu left together.
Most people were quite worried looking at their backs.
I don't know what happened.
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