Upon hearing the noise, the soldiers rushed over to see what was happening.
Next came Political Commissar Wang, and the military spouses.
Finally, it was Jiang Linchuan and Xu Xinghe.
Once everyone had arrived, Village Chief Li waved his hand and shouted, "Begin!"
The villagers, wearing big red flowers, lined up in formation. Two girls in floral cotton-padded jackets flicked their fans, twirled around, and as the three-stringed zither began to play, the cheerful tune unique to Northeast Errenzhuan (a type of folk opera) spread throughout the military headquarters.
"There's a girl in the village named Xinghe. She's kind-hearted, intelligent, and pretty, with bright, sparkling eyes. She's very kind and dedicated to protecting our crops..."
The clear and crisp singing accompanied the Errenzhuan performance, drawing cheers from the crowd.
Village Chief Li looked at Xu Xinghe and couldn't stop smiling. The emergency harvesting of grain was not a good thing, after all, a lot of it was lost, but compared with other villages, it was a bumper harvest!
Although many villages rushed to harvest the crops overnight yesterday, as the night grew later and the temperature dropped, and it was the middle of the night, very little could be harvested.
In the end, Hongxing Village suffered the least loss!
Except for that idiot Ma Lao Er, everyone else had already accepted the goods.
"Comrade Xu, if you hadn't mentioned the Frost's Descent, all the crops in our village would have been ruined by the frost. This is the heartfelt gift from the whole village. We even rehearsed a folk opera performance to express our gratitude to you!"
This was the first time Xu Xinghe had seen such a festive program. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly waved her hand, "Village Chief, you're too kind. I just did what I was supposed to do. It was mainly Political Commissar Wang and Commander Jiang who trusted me, which allowed everyone to harvest in time. I just relayed the news; it was these lovely soldiers who actually did the work."
"That's right!" Village Chief Li raised his pipe. "Come on, let's give Political Commissar Wang and Commander Jiang another performance!"
On the periphery of the crowd.
Seeing this, Wang Zhizhi was so angry she wanted to kill someone!
She stared intently at Xu Xinghe, who was surrounded by the crowd, her nails digging into her flesh.
On what grounds?
Why is it that he became a convict whom everyone avoids, while Xu Xinghe became a beloved figure cherished by so many people?
Xu Xinghe doesn't deserve this gratitude at all!
In her previous life, Wang Zhizhi had never heard of the Frost's Descent event and believed that the credit was all due to the Xu family's connections.
If she had those connections, she could definitely do better than Xu Xinghe!
The anger in Wang Zhizhi's chest burned brighter and brighter, and she could no longer hold back, so she turned around and walked towards the courtyard.
The military wife who was bumped into looked annoyed. "Can't you watch where you're going? Don't get my clothes dirty!"
Wang Zhizhi paused slightly, but did not turn around or apologize.
It's no longer needed. No matter how well she performs, these people won't give her a kind look at all!
Even the old men in Hongxing Village dared to boss her around, a city girl from Shanghai. The people here are just as annoying and disgusting as they were in my previous life!
Wang Zhizhi pushed open the door to her home, and it was chilly inside.
The stove had long since gone out, and Li Xingzhou had gone to work.
The table was empty; there wasn't even hot water, let alone breakfast.
Xu Xinghe was wearing a military overcoat, and Jiang Linchuan brought her breakfast. But she, who had been reborn, couldn't even get a sip of hot water and had to go to labor camp with those stinking intellectuals!
All the resentment that had been building up over the past few days erupted at this moment.
Wang Zhizhi screamed and smashed things like a madwoman.
But she didn't dare to anger Li Xingzhou, so she could only smash things like wood that wouldn't break.
Even getting angry required careful consideration of this and that; she felt it wasn't venting at all, but rather making her feel even more stifled...
The sound of Errenzhuan (a traditional Chinese folk art form) could still be heard outside the window.
There were cheers every now and then, making it a lively and bustling scene.
This place, however, was cold and gloomy, as if it were a completely different world from the outside.
Wang Zhizhi sat on the cold edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her eyes filled with malice.
Since Jiang Linchuan wants her dead!
Then she has to drag someone down with her!
If she can't handle Jiang Linchuan, can't she handle Xu Xinghe?
This time, she must come up with a way to absolutely prevent Xu Xinghe from making a comeback!
Wang Zhizhi bit her nails, constantly recalling her past life.
She had never used her brain like this before in her entire life; this was the only time.
Sudden.
Wang Zhizhi suddenly raised her head; she remembered!
In her past life, when she was in Heilongjiang Province, something happened.
That incident will definitely ruin Xu Xinghe completely!
Moreover, she might even be able to change her fate of being sent to the countryside.
Wang Zhizhi excitedly stood up, rummaged through her luggage, and finally stuffed a book into her arms before running out of the courtyard and getting on the bus to town.
...
After the expression of gratitude from Hongxing Village ended, the military headquarters was restored to its original state.
Political Commissar Wang returned to his office, where the phone kept ringing.
They were all calls from higher-ups, inquiring about the upcoming Frost's Descent.
Aside from his own initiative to rush the harvest, other places simply didn't believe the news, resulting in a complete crop failure and severe disaster.
Fortunately, Political Commissar Wang had reported it in advance, but the higher-ups didn't believe him; otherwise, it would have been easy to get into trouble.
After answering several phone calls, Political Commissar Wang picked up his teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and said, "Lin Chuan, you and Miss Xu did a great job this time. If nothing unexpected happens, you should receive a reward, but it will probably not be issued until next spring. It's a disaster period now, so it's not appropriate to give rewards."
“It’s all thanks to Xinghe,” Jiang Linchuan replied curtly. “I just trusted her.”
Commissar Wang sighed, feeling inexplicably like his own child was siding with outsiders. "Fine, it's all thanks to Miss Xu, okay? Don't worry, she won't be shortchanged."
A soldier came to the door and knocked on the open door. "Political Commissar, Commander Jiang, here is an application document. Teacher Chen from the First Primary School wants to take people to the fields to teach them about the Frost's Descent solar term."
Political Commissar Wang took the document and looked at it carefully.
The applicant was Chen Jingming, the homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 5 of the First Primary School, and the address was Hongxing Village. The purpose was to lead the students to learn about the Frost's Descent in advance.
Most of these children come from farming families, with only a small number being city dwellers.
If they could acquire enough knowledge, they might be able to lead their families to avoid such a disaster next time.
In essence, it is indeed a good thing.
Heilongjiang Province is a major grain-producing province. After these children finish their studies, apart from a small number who have the opportunity to become doctors or teachers, most of them end up going back home to farm and inherit the family business.
Moreover, the application period is not long, only one week.
They travel to Hongxing Village by car in the morning to conduct on-site research, and then return by car in the evening. The entire trip is led by teachers, so there is no need to trouble the military, and the activity location does not involve any secrets.
Political Commissar Wang picked up his pen, quickly signed his name, and said, "Okay, approved. Let them go. It's also a good opportunity for these children to understand how difficult farming is. Even if they put in countless hard work, in the end, they still have to rely on God for their livelihood."
The soldier picked up the application form and left quickly.
Jiang Linchuan didn't want to stay any longer. "I'm leaving now."
"Yeah, don't forget about training. You've been too busy with your fiancée these past few days."
Jiang Linchuan paused, his ears turning slightly red.
That's true.
But who caused Xu Xinghe to get injured?
He was so worried that he couldn't sleep at night...
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