Chapter 179 This is my wife!
Almost all the eyes standing outside the gate of the base saw the officer carrying a woman in a very intimate manner into the carriage.
The man squatting inside the carriage and the man standing outside the carriage exchanged glances in mid-air. In a flash, they both spoke at the same time:
"Give me your hand."
"Hold on!"
Wang Ziru, who had barely had enough to eat a full meal in the past few years since she married into the Zhai family, was wearing an old military uniform that had been washed to a pale color, but she had a slim and graceful figure. She was caught off guard and lifted up by Han Suijing's strong arms, which frightened her so much that she waved her hands around in panic.
"Han Suijing, let me go!"
Before she knew what was happening to her, Wang Ziru was taken to the carriage by two men.
Zhai Ximo held his wife's hand and patted her clothes: "The luggage is all ready."
Turning around, Wang Ziru was not so excited when she saw the man with the same stern face. Her emotions even became a little complicated.
"Thank you, thank you, Chief."
Han Suijing nodded slightly. At this moment, he was surprised that his love for her always existed.
Behind him, Duan Yanzhi was smoking a cigarette. Under the bright light, he couldn't see Han Suijing's expression, but he asked idly, "Why are you bothering with this matter? Are these soldiers just eating for free and doing nothing?"
Adjutant Wang Feng smiled and said, "The commander is very friendly."
The awkward atmosphere was naturally broken after several warriors came out standing on the stretcher.
Han Suijing stepped back a few steps and silently helped push the stretcher into the carriage. Occasionally he raised his eyes to look at the figure that had already settled in the carriage. They looked at each other gently, smiled slightly, and understood each other tacitly.
Zhai Ximo jumped out of the carriage and said, "We will return to the army in a few days."
It was a rare opportunity for that thick nerve to relax, and he had to show off in front of Han Suijing that this was his wife.
Anyone with eyes could see that he was talking to his wife in public on purpose.
Wang Ziru sat next to the front of the car, so she could take care of the patient on the way. She nodded slightly, "I know."
Turning his head, he looked at Han Suijing, but he didn't notice that his bright eyes suddenly became dim.
The wives of soldiers sitting in the front Dongfeng buses were all dispersed, with each wife responsible for taking care of the injured in one compartment, so they could not see what happened in the Dongfeng buses at the back.
Zhang Kang went to the car in front to help tidy up for a while, then jumped out and clapped his hands, "Yan'er, we will be back to the unit soon. You can stay with your sister-in-law first after you go back."
"I understand." Zhu Yan's cheeks flushed as she was stared at by the soldiers in the carriage.
Several Dongfeng vehicles were about to leave Baiteng Town when a man from the sentry post at the foot of the mountain came with a message: "Report to the commander! The vehicles leading the border peace talks have arrived. Should we let them in now?"
"Well, let's do a routine security check first and prohibit them from bringing weapons into the town." Duan Yanzhi said as he adjusted the belt around his waist.
He turned to look at Han Suijing, "Why are you still standing here? I want to see the results this afternoon."
Han Suijing stood there silently, then nodded slightly, watching the soldiers close the carriage door.
A line of Dongfeng cars drove slowly towards the entrance of the town.
They met briefly and then parted again.
When Zhai Ximo saw Han Suijing's condition with his own eyes, he already felt a huge sense of crisis.
He had a hunch that his love rival would not let him have an easy time.
Seeing the last Dongfeng truck driving out of the town, Zhai Ximo breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the new leader did not give him any breathing space.
The other two teams participating in the peace talks arrived at the town one after another. The entire garrison mansion was under strict security, and half of the streets were filled with soldiers.
"Commander Duan, I have long heard of your great name."
In a fairly spacious and bright conference room, an official who understood Chinese saw Duan Yanzhi and about a dozen of his subordinates walking in, and he hurriedly stood up to greet them and took the initiative to extend his hand to shake hands and greet them.
Commander Duan was not in a sunny mood at the moment. He glanced at the other official with a gloomy look, then walked to the main seat and sat down.
"We are not equals, so forget about the small talk! Let's talk business..."
"These are our peace terms. Both parties should review them."
Han Suijing walked to the side of the long table and sat down next to the main seat, then handed the sorted documents to the border officials one by one.
The other junior officials sat on a row of stools outside the conference table.
Border officials must also be accompanied by translators, clerical staff, and guards.
But compared to the ones here, that formation is much weaker.
Zhai Ximo and several cadres sat quietly on the benches outside. It was his honor to be chosen to participate in the peace talks.
He knew that such professional negotiations could only be handled by the top brass, but it was an honor for him to see Han Suijing display his general demeanor with his own eyes today.
Soon, the meeting room entered into formal negotiations and confrontation.
Han followed the situation carefully and did not give in to the conditions. He said firmly, "If our conditions are not met, let alone the four towns of Heshuo, the battle of Baiteng Town can still be continued."
"Next time, we will attack not only your roads and bridges, but also factories and villages. They will all be our targets."
These words made the officials of the other two parties tremble with fear.
The junior officers sitting on the side couldn't help but feel a chill on their backs; this threat was quite severe.
…
Licun, after Peng Zhengyu’s funeral.
Cheng Xueru was still in grief. When she thought about her husband who had passed away at such a young age, she couldn't help but burst into tears in every corner of the house.
She leaned against the gate, looking at the chickens running around and pecking at food in the yard, and she couldn't help feeling sad again.
At this time, a familiar figure walked towards the Cheng family courtyard.
That was Zhai Qingsong, holding his nephew in his arms. The young man saw Cheng Xueru standing at the door in a daze from a distance, and he excitedly waved his hands and shouted:
"Auntie, Auntie, my mother is going back to the army."
Seeing Zhai Qingsong bringing his nephew to Cheng's house, she was overjoyed. She wiped the tears from her face with her sleeves and asked, "What's the matter? Did the troops notify you?"
I wanted to ask: Why are you here again?
Zhai Qingsong carried the child into the fenced yard of the farmhouse and walked straight to the gate, his face full of joy. "The army just notified us that my sister-in-law will return to the army first, and my brother may have to wait for a few more days."
"Brother Zhai, you live in the military compound. Have you heard that other soldiers have left this time?" she asked cautiously.
"…I heard there were five soldiers in total. The troops have already notified their families and are making arrangements for them."
Zhai Qingsong knew very well that the girl in front of him would not be able to recover from the grief of losing her husband in a short period of time.
I also know that she has a kind heart and that no matter what kind of family member they are, they cannot bear the pain of losing a loved one.
Cheng Xueru gently held the boy's head and murmured, "Five families..."
"Auntie! Please stop crying, okay? Wait until my mother returns to the army, and I'll let her take you out to play." Baoer raised his little face and said childishly.
Cheng Xueru burst into laughter and said with a smile: "How can your mother be as familiar with these ten or eight villages as I am?"
Turning around, I remembered to ask my uncle and nephew if they had had lunch.
"Eat it! My sister-in-law may be home tonight, and my brother will be back in two days, otherwise..." Zhuang Jiahan was still so shy. He came to Li Village specially and wanted Cheng Xueru to stay in the military compound for two days to avoid the gossip of the women in the compound.
"How many days do you want me to stay at your house?" The girl was very smart and understood what the taciturn man Zhuang Jiahan meant.
Zhai Qingsong nodded and said embarrassedly: "It's all my fault that I caused them trouble. Now the weather is getting hot. When my brother and sister-in-law come back, I want to reclaim some barren hills around the troops and grow some food and vegetables."
"You want to farm? There is plenty of land in our village, and the Cheng family has a lot of good fields. Brother Zhai, if you want to farm, just farm ours." Cheng Xueru said this without even thinking.
"Will your grandfather say anything if I plant your own fields?"
Cheng Xueru curled her lips and smiled, "Grandpa won't say anything. There are only two of us in our family. We can't even eat all the food we grow every year. It's okay to grow some for you."
The girl had a clear mind. These days, since the Cheng family started the funeral, Zhai Qingsong had been helping out.
In the first few days, he even brought his nephew over to help them cook. Although he couldn't say anything touching to comfort her, she felt the deep friendship of this man.
It was just because she helped them buy this and that in town.
"Oh, we don't have much food at home. I want to buy some food to bring back so that my younger brother and sister-in-law don't have to go to the food station in town to buy more."
The two of them stood at the Cheng family's gate, one inside the house and the other outside.
Cheng Xueru blinked her bright eyes and said, "First, pack some food for us and take it back. Brother Zhai, you have done a lot for us these days."
"Then I'll give you the money." Zhuang Jiahan quickly took money out of his trouser pocket.
But the girl held down his hand that was about to take out the money, and smiled softly, "Save the money for other serious things in the future! I'll clean up and feed the pigs, and then I'll go to the army with you guys later."
"I'll help you."
The two of them walked into the main room, and Zhai Qingsong remembered that the child was still at the door. "Bao'er, Aunt Xueru and I are going to feed the pigs. Don't run around. Just play in the yard."
"Um!"
The little boy had no playmates, so he sat on a small stool under the eaves and took out a picture book from his pocket to read.
Zhai Qingsong told his nephew and followed Cheng Xueru to the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with the smell of cooked pig grass. He skillfully found the wooden barrel containing pig food and went straight to the earthen stove to get the pig food.
"It's okay, Brother Zhai, I'll do it."
"This barrel is quite heavy. Put the pig food into the barrel and I'll carry it."
Cheng Xueru had grown up, and this was the first time that an outsider cared about her so much, except for her husband and grandfather who were so considerate of her and allowed her to do the heavy work at home.
She smiled, picked up a gourd ladle, put the pig food in the pot into the wooden barrel, and glanced at Zhai Qingsong's left arm. "How does your left hand feel now? The other day, I heard Grandma Li in the village say that your wound will heal faster in warmer weather."
"Well, he's recovered pretty well. The nerves should have grown back, but he still can't use much strength."
Before the honest and upright Zhuang Jiahan finished speaking, he saw that the wooden barrel was full of pig food, so he picked up the barrel without hesitation and turned to the pigpen to feed the pigs.
Cheng Xueru saw the sincerity of the man, dropped the gourd and ladle in her hand, and followed him to the pigpen.
After all, he was a man familiar with housework. He carried the wooden barrel in one hand to the pigpen and quickly poured the barrel of pig food into the trough. Three sleek pig heads crowded around the stone trough to grab the food.
The two of them couldn't help laughing when they saw how well the three pigs were growing.
"When we slaughter pigs at the end of the year, I'll cut two pieces of meat for you to take back to the troops to eat." Cheng Xueru said generously.
"Then we'll pay for it."
"I plan to sell two pigs to the troops and eat one myself, so don't worry that we won't have meat to eat."
Zhai Qingsong was moved. Selling two pigs would make a lot of money.
Eating a pig by themselves was something that people in Hongmei Village would never dare to think of in the past. But for the two people in the Cheng family, they would have to eat meat every day.
Looking at the pigs in the pigpen, each weighing at least 150 kilograms, Zhai Qingsong was filled with admiration and murmured, "I want to raise pigs, but... the army definitely doesn't have the space to raise them."
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