"Comrade, should we go and take stock of the living and dead seedlings now?"
Sang Xinxin glanced at Wang Xiuzhen, who had been throwing a tantrum not long ago but was now dumbfounded.
What she hates most are those old women who start yelling and cursing without even asking what happened.
Adhering to the principle that women should not make things difficult for other women, Sang Xinxin intended to help Su Miaoyan clear her name.
He nodded and agreed, "Okay."
She guessed that Comrade Su's number of live seedlings should be around eight hundred.
This is considered the highest record in the construction of the Gobi Desert afforestation and sand control project!
The others quickly made way for Su Miaoyan and Sang Xinxin, who were about to leave. After they left, Xu Wenshu looked at Gu Shanqing on the ground and said:
"Comrade Gu, although your condition doesn't seem like heatstroke to me, to put your mind at ease, you should still come to the hospital with me."
Gu Shanqing said no problem, "Okay."
But when he got up and saw two figures not far away counting the living and dead seedlings, he changed his mind.
She said, "Anyway, so much time has passed. It's the same whether we get checked sooner or later. We might as well wait until Sang Xinxin has finished counting my live seedlings before we go."
Hearing this, Xu Wenshu had no objection.
Having practiced medicine for several years, he believes Gu Shanqing is out of danger.
Wang Xiuzhen, however, insisted, "Oh, my Shan Qing, what do you care about the living seedlings or the dead seedlings? It's just a little money. I'll have your dad make it up to you when we get back. Let's go to the hospital first."
Gu Shanqing shook her head firmly, "No, I won't go!"
She wanted to see how many of the thousand seedlings Su Miaoyan planted actually died and how many survived!
She wanted to know exactly where the gap lay between herself and the other person!
Gu Shanqing didn't move, and Wang Xiuzhen, who always doted on this daughter, could only go along with her.
Miao Qihuai and the others watched the show from the sidelines. She thought that although Su Miaoyan planted quickly, the number of surviving seedlings would be at most around nine hundred.
After all, she had been to this Gobi Desert no less than ten times during the time she had transmigrated here.
Every time I plant fifty seedlings, half of them die.
There was nothing she could do; the sun was too bright, and she simply couldn't focus on discerning anything.
The others thought the same way.
Some even thought that Su Miaoyan's number of live seedlings was only seven hundred.
Because she's too fast. If she's fast, can she keep up with the quality? Of course not.
but……
Who is Su Miaoyan?
She had drunk the spiritual spring water, which not only gave her a protective film on the surface of her skin, but also kept her body's base at the most comfortable temperature for the human body.
You could say that she was no different under the sun than she was in the military compound!
Su Miaoyan followed behind Sang Xinxin, watching her count the dead and living seedlings.
At first, Sang Xinxin and Su Miaoyan were chatting and laughing normally, but the more they talked, the more unsettled their expressions became...
Basically, all the saxaul trees planted by Su Miaoyan are live seedlings!
Sang Xinxin thought she would at least find one or two dead seedlings, but she never expected that this count would be of all of them!
Not a single seedling died from start to finish!
Amazing, absolutely amazing!
They're practically on par with the tree-planting experts in their military region!
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have personally overseen the process.
Sang Xinxin couldn't believe that such a delicate capitalist's daughter would do such a thing!
But then, recalling the undisguised admiration that Professor Xue and Bian Lao had shown for Comrade Su that day, Sang Xinxin thought, "Indeed, she's a wealthy young lady with overseas education who can catch enemy agents."
It's definitely not like what ordinary people see; they really can't carry anything on their shoulders or lift anything with their hands.
Little did they know, Su Miaoyan was indeed unable to carry anything, but she was only like this in front of Lu Ting!
She wrote the words "one thousand surviving seedlings" in large characters on the register, unable to contain her excitement, and said:
"Comrade Su, you are amazing! You planted a thousand seedlings, and all of them survived! Not a single one died!"
He expected to see Su Miaoyan's confident expression, but instead, she looked quite bewildered. "Comrade Sang, are there really not a single dead seedling?"
She just grabbed them randomly.
Sang Xinxin nodded firmly, "Yes, Comrade Su, not a single seedling died, they are all alive!"
Su Miaoyan fell silent, a rare occurrence for her.
In Sang Xinxin's eyes, this appearance was simply low-key.
One can't help but admire Comrade Su's humility!
You know, in the past, the first place winners were always very arrogant.
Comrade Su is indeed extraordinary!
His initial curiosity about Su Miaoyan transformed into respect.
Such a good comrade, we should plant more trees here in the future!
As the two gradually walked back under the shed, the sun over the Gobi Desert slowly sank in the west.
A soft golden light spilled over the two of them, as if they were wearing a golden robe.
Seeing Sang Xinxin's calm expression, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "So, how many of the thousand seedlings that Comrade Su planted survived?"
Sang Xinxin simply held up one finger.
Someone in the crowd laughed, "I thought there were eight hundred, but it's only one hundred. I told you, they planted too fast, and the quality couldn't keep up."
"Exactly, I overestimated this young lady. I thought she was the winner today."
Miao Qihuai was also very surprised, "How come there are only a hundred? No matter what, there shouldn't be only a hundred surviving seedlings out of a thousand."
Seeing that Su Miaoyan hadn't borne much fruit, Wang Xiuzhen was about to mock her when Gu Shanqing grabbed her sleeve.
She paused slightly, realizing that he was right; he was their savior now, and it was inappropriate to mock one's savior.
Thinking this, Wang Xiuzhen shut her mouth.
Listening to everyone's outrageous remarks, Sang Xinxin shouted, "Who said I meant one hundred surviving seedlings?"
Everyone was stunned. Someone said, "That's not a hundred, could it be a thousand?"
"How could that be? Only a thousand seedlings were planted in total. Surely not a single one died."
"Not a single seedling died, so this is not just a matter of luck, but also a matter of strength."
"I don't believe it anyway."
"She's so fast, how could she possibly maintain both quality and quantity?"
Sang Xinxin glanced at the people who had spoken, puzzled. "It's just a thousand live seedlings. I counted them myself. Do you think I would miscount?!"
As if afraid that people wouldn't believe her, Sang Xinxin directly held up the registration book in her hand, "Look carefully, there are only one thousand living seedlings. Comrade Su planted one thousand seedlings, and not a single one died. They are all living seedlings!"
What?!
This one isn't one hundred, but one thousand?!
Really a thousand?!
You mean, in just a few hours, not only were a thousand saxaul trees planted, but all of them were live seedlings?!
Everyone's jaws nearly dropped in astonishment.
This is just too unbelievable.
Miao Qihuai was also shocked.
Seriously? Comrade Su didn't mistake a single dead seedling?!
This...this...
Miao Qihuai's gaze towards Su Miaoyan also became increasingly different.
Upon hearing that all one thousand trees were living seedlings, Xu Wenshu, who was usually calm and collected in the face of adversity,...
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