With the support of lighting, sound and pictures, every program of this joint cultural performance was a climax. The finale was a drama, a clip from "Tunnel Warfare". The actors performed with great devotion. Because they were acting in their true colors, their emotions were sincere. The plot was very cleverly designed, with climaxes one after another and the lines were very contagious. The audience was attracted and applauded continuously, and it received unanimous praise.
Therefore, the Northern Corps had a slight advantage in this performance.
"Lao Liang, you are so cunning. You did this secretly just to beat us?" He Mingtang shook his head with a look of disappointment.
Liang Zihua knew he was joking and said with a smile, "This is also for your own good. You come all the way here every year to compete with us, and you win every year. I'm afraid you'll feel embarrassed after winning!"
Liang Zihua laughed out loud. If it weren't for the device that Ji Xia made that could sing along, which motivated the soldiers, they wouldn't have practiced every day. Today, everyone sang so well.
And this drama, who among them has the artistic talent? Ji Xia not only provided the script, but also played the stage play for them to watch and practice. Who could not do well?
Isn't it normal that they defeated the Southern Corps so easily?
He Mingtang was well aware of this. Ever since they learned that the Northern Corps had made this thing, they became nervous. Many soldiers from the South also came to see it and urged He Mingtang to make one for the Southern Corps as well.
Where is he going to get it?
Does he have this ability?
However, since the Northern Corps has already developed this, it is only a matter of time before it becomes popular in the military. In the future, there will be more entertainment activities in the military.
But right now, the most important thing is vehicle research and development. Ji Xia said that the efficiency utilization of the engine and vehicle shock absorption are not difficult problems, and the Northern Corps must support them in this regard no matter what.
Liang Zihua, this old fox, keeps everything good to himself and refuses to tell them. This is a really bad habit.
Liang Zihua really died unjustly, but he couldn't seek justice for himself. If he tried to clear himself, Ji Xia would be the one being blamed.
"The car hasn't been made yet. If it is, you will know what's going on even if you don't ask us. You can take it back and study it yourself." Liang Zihua explained weakly when he saw that his old friend was really angry.
"No matter what, you have to promise me this time that I will get a few people over to study with you." He Mingtang said aggrievedly.
This is very good. It is a good opportunity to make a request. Bing County is carrying out construction on a large scale, and they should learn from it. I heard that the whole county plans to use harvesters for autumn harvest next year, which will greatly reduce the burden on the people.
"Okay, you can get someone to learn, but the person you get must come here to learn seriously. If he comes here to cause trouble, then the friendship between you and me for many years will be in jeopardy." Liang Zihua said solemnly.
Now that so many people are coming for Ji Xia, he has to be cautious.
He Mingtang also knew the importance of this matter. "Don't worry, I know the importance of this matter. If someone can bring these benefits to the country and the people, I, He Mingtang, am willing to protect her with my life!"
The 23rd day of the 12th lunar month is the Little New Year in northern China, when customs include hanging window decorations, offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God, and eating dumplings. However, with the campaign against the "Four Olds," feudal and superstitious practices like offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God are no longer practiced, and certainly not in the military.
There is no such thing as window decoration. Who has the time and money to buy red paper and cut window decorations now?
When bidding farewell to the Southern Corps, the army sent people out to hunt some game. They were lucky and got four wild boars and a few roe deer, which gave them a little taste of meat and they had dumplings for a meal.
Ji Xia also ate two, but they didn’t taste very good.
On the 24th, early in the morning, Liang Zihua arranged for vehicles to take the people from the Southern Corps to the train. At this point, the cold-resistant training was over, and it was time to pack up and prepare for the New Year.
Before, Ji Xia had promised that if the Northern Corps won, she would sell two fat pigs to them. People should keep their words.
Ji Xia went to the county town early in the morning, found Chen Dadong, and asked him to make an appointment with Mr. Qiao Sanye.
After not seeing him for a while, Mr. Qiao Sanye had gained a lot of weight. He was wearing a black cloth shirt, a pair of black cloth shoes, and khaki pants, looking like a retired cadre.
Seeing Ji Xia, her fawning nature instantly came to the fore. She fawned over Ji Xia in an especially obvious way, personally brewing tea for her. "Sister Xia, this is top-quality West Lake Longjing tea. It's a good thing, and I worked so hard to get it."
Ji Xia had just had a drink in the county party committee office once, and wondered, could it be that even the county governor is involved in speculation and profiteering now? Otherwise, how come a county governor came from the south and West Lake Longjing was sold on the black market?
She has always had a very picky taste, which was the result of practice. She could tell that the tea she drank at Wei Zhenguo's was from the same batch as the one Qiao San had.
She didn't care much about this. To be honest, the planned economy has its advantages, and the market economy has its unique features. She is not an economist, so she can't say which one is good and which one is bad.
"I want to get a batch of goods and sell them to the army. I need your cooperation." As soon as Ji Xia finished speaking, Qiao San slid off the chair to the ground.
I was just scared.
Chen Dadong also lit a candle for Mr. Qiao Sanye. Mr. Qiao was a black marketeer, and asking him to sell things to the army was like asking an old man to hang himself.
Sister Xia is unwilling to give Third Master a chance to live!
Qiao San didn't dare to say no and tried his best to wink at Chen Dadong, but Chen Dadong didn't dare to say no in front of Ji Xia. He looked at Ji Xia with his eyes and pretended not to see it.
Qiao San thought that if he stuck his head out, he would be stabbed, and if he withdrew his head, he would also be stabbed. He might as well just say it directly, "Sister Xia, I, Qiao San, can do whatever you order me to do. If I dare to say no, I will immediately destroy myself. But you see, this is dealing with the military. If they know my identity, wouldn't it be..."
His face turned pale as he gestured at his neck, his meaning very clear.
Ji Xia could understand it. She was not a real devil, so how could she force someone into a desperate situation for no reason? Besides, Qiao San was a very useful person. After a few times, she began to treat him as her own.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a formality," Ji Xia said. "I've already made arrangements with the military. Just arrange for someone to deliver the goods. Both the truck and the goods are mine. You only need to arrange for someone to deliver the goods once. I won't treat you unfairly."
Qiao San said, "Sister Xia, if it was just a delivery, you shouldn't have said I was being unfair. I was timid today, and I apologize."
Ji Xia took the initiative to ask, "It's almost the New Year, so supplies should be very scarce. How are things here?"
Qiao San had no intention of asking Ji Xia for the goods. This master was like a Bodhisattva, and he was not someone he could easily provoke. He would just accept whatever Ji Xia gave him, and he didn't dare to have too much to do with Sister Xia.
Since she asked, if Qiao San continued to hide it, it would be disrespectful to Sister Xia.
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