The soldiers swiftly loaded food onto the trucks, piling flour sacks higher than a person, and neatly stacking cured meat and oil drums on the truck bed.
The first truck was quickly filled, with heavy sacks hanging from the edges of the cargo bed.
When Political Commissar Wang saw that there was still so much stuff left to be moved, he immediately ordered two more trucks to be called back.
He looked at Xu Xinghe with a big smile, "Comrade Xu, don't worry, consider this grain as a loan from our military headquarters. We'll pay you back once we get through this."
Xu Xinghe smiled and shook her head, her gaze fixed on the soldiers. Their noses and cheeks were already red from the cold, like ripe apples. She wrapped her cotton-padded coat tighter, her breath condensing into mist before her eyes, but it couldn't hide her strikingly bright eyes. "No need to pay it back, it was my own choice. Without these soldiers, where would the country be?"
Commissar Wang felt a surge of warmth in his heart. This young girl, though young, had a high level of ideological awareness.
So much grain, donated without hesitation; so much money, handed over without a second thought, without any ambiguity.
That sincerity can't be faked.
It is truly rare to be able to put the overall situation first and put personal gains and losses aside at such a time!
"Good girl, Comrade Xu, you're a good girl!"
Xu Xinghe felt a little embarrassed by the praise; she really didn't think there was anything special about her.
She just happened to have it, and now it just so happens to come in handy.
Ordinary people who did not donate food were also doing their part.
The amount of material possessions a person has cannot determine their character.
It can only be said that, at certain times, with great power comes great responsibility.
The grain has finally been packed.
Political Commissar Wang patted her on the shoulder, "Comrade Xu, let's go back to headquarters!"
The snow is still falling.
But it couldn't extinguish the fire in people's hearts.
The truck left two deep ruts in the snow and sped toward the military headquarters.
at the same time.
Logistics Department of the Military Headquarters Compound.
Wang Chunmei, holding the ledger with a serious expression, was discussing with others how to distribute the grain and how much to distribute each day.
"No, this isn't enough. They work every day, leaving before dawn and returning after dark. What can this little bit of food do? At most, it's enough to eat half full. Where will they get the strength to work?"
"Then what do you suggest we do? If we don't distribute the food this way, what should have been a month's worth of food will be gone in just over half a month. Are we supposed to starve for the rest of the time? These are special times, so we have no choice but to tighten our belts."
“I also agree with this distribution method. When my grandfather was fighting in the war, there was no food. Each person could only eat half a pancake a day, and he still survived. If it is not distributed, everyone will starve to death in the end!”
Wang Chunmei was so angry she almost threw the ledger away.
But there's nothing we can do; these are the conditions. What else can we do but accept our fate?
She slumped down, her teeth itching with rage, and jumped up, pointing at the heavens and cursing, "You damned God, are you blind or what? Are you trying to freeze everyone in this area into ice pops and starve them into dried corpses?"
Several logistics staff members nearby were startled and quickly pulled her back, saying, "Sister Chunmei, say less."
He believed in divine intervention, so he lowered his voice and said, "What if I really anger God?"
"What the hell is he angry about!" Wang Chunmei glared, spitting everywhere. "If he had any power, he should open his eyes and see how many houses have collapsed, how many children are crying from the cold, and how the soldiers are barely getting a hot meal! Let me tell you, damn God, if you have any conscience, you'd better stop this damn snow, or I, Wang Chunmei, will curse your ancestors for eight generations every day!"
Bang!
A loud bang was heard.
The door was wide open, and a cold wind rushed in.
The military wife rushed in, her face beaming with joy, "The grain, the grain has arrived!"
Wang Chunmei dropped the account book in her hand with a thud and ran outside in her cotton shoes.
When she actually saw the truckloads of grain, her eyes widened in excitement. "My God, where did this grain come from?"
While Political Commissar Wang was giving instructions, he didn't forget to turn around and say, "It was donated by Comrade Xiao Xu."
Wang Chunmei turned around abruptly, grabbed Xu Xinghe's hand, and trembled with excitement. "Xinghe, is it really you? You've really saved us from this crisis! With this food, at least we can all have enough to eat!"
Her loud voice attracted the attention of the surrounding soldiers.
"Xinghe, don't worry, when we have dinner tonight, I promise everyone will know that this life-saving food was delivered by you!"
Xu Xinghe's hand was gripped so tightly it hurt, but she still managed a smile. "Aunt Mei, there's no need for that. I'm part of this community too, and it's only right that I do my part in disaster relief. Please stop talking, so as not to put pressure on everyone."
Some people don't like to owe others favors; if they actually do, they'll definitely feel guilty later.
Seeing that Wang Chunmei was about to persuade her again, Xu Xinghe quickly pulled her hand away, "Um... I'm going to see Jiang Linchuan."
After saying that, she started walking towards Hongxing Village.
Political Commissar Wang couldn't bear to let her walk, so he quickly waved to call the driver, "Take our Comrade Xu to Hongxing Village!"
The snow seems a bit light.
The branches along the roadside were covered with layers of snow.
The car soon arrived at Hongxing Village.
From a distance, Xu Xinghe could see some soldiers resting in the corner of the wall.
They huddled together, holding hot water in their hands. Their exposed hands were covered in red and purple patches, their chilblains swollen like steamed buns, some of which had cracked open and covered with dark red scabs.
Xu Xinghe walked over quietly, so she could see more clearly.
"Why don't you do something about it?" she couldn't help but ask, her voice trembling slightly.
It looks so painful.
The soldiers smiled sheepishly, "It's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about. We'll forget about it when we get busy."
Looking at their lips, which were purple from the cold, Xu Xinghe felt as if something was blocking her heart.
In just a few days, these people who are about the same age as me have been turned into this mess.
Xu Xinghe noticed that one of the soldiers seemed to have itchy feet and kept moving around.
It's obvious that they had chilblains on their feet.
Not only was it swollen and itchy, but it also hurt with every step I took. I couldn't scratch it, otherwise it would break open. I could only endure it and let the discomfort throb back and forth between my bones.
Xu Xinghe took a deep breath, suppressing the pain in her heart, before going to find Jiang Linchuan.
He's giving instructions, and he seems to be following them.
Xu Xinghe did not go up to greet him, but instead went into the village chief's house.
The village chief's wife and the others were still boiling water, carrying out basins of hot water to help thaw the frozen areas.
"Comrade Xu, you've arrived."
"Yes, I went to town today. I'll go inside and rest for a while."
"Okay, go ahead."
Xu Xinghe entered the house, closed the door, and immediately entered the space.
The core issue with chilblains is actually impaired blood circulation in the skin due to cold. Therefore, treatment mainly focuses on improving circulation, relieving inflammation, and promoting healing.
She immediately found the same medicinal herbs that Jiang Linchuan used.
This can be used to treat external injuries. According to the records in the wooden house, it does not need to be differentiated by symptoms; it can be used to treat any external injury.
To ensure the treatment's effectiveness, Xu Xinghe crushed the herbs, squeezed out the juice, diluted it with spiritual spring water, and added some beeswax she had collected earlier.
In this way, the medicine becomes a paste, making it easier to apply and eliminating the worry of it freezing.
Xu Xinghe finished making a batch of frostbite cream and found a soldier who was resting. "I have some medicine here to treat frostbite. I'm not sure if it will work. I need to find someone to test it on first. Are you willing? Maybe it will cure it, maybe it won't work, but don't worry, it definitely won't make it worse."
She had experimented with the medicinal herbs in the space several times and was confident enough.
"willing!"
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