Chapter 78 The Battalion Commander's Position Won't Last Long
"Hehe, I was just trying to help out."
She wasn't wrong; she really was helping Shen Wanjun.
Nothing was found inside the honeycomb briquettes, so the so-called whistleblower letter was proven false.
Zhou Lan was also helping Hao Mei. Since the political commissar was unwilling to step forward, she had to do all the dirty and hard work.
Seeing that Shen Wanjun didn't say anything more, Zhou Lan added, "Actually, the snow in this yard doesn't need to be swept; it can be used as a freezer."
"Dumplings, meat, and the like can all be frozen."
Song Zhan still had a dark expression, but Shen Wanjun was very accommodating: "I really didn't expect that."
Shen Wanjun showered Zhou Lan with compliments, so much so that Zhou Lan couldn't stand it and fled as if she were escaping.
Huang Ya laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up: "Sister-in-law, how could you say such things?"
Shen Wanjun has the nerve to say that, but Zhou Lan probably wouldn't even dare to hear it, otherwise she wouldn't have run away so fast.
Song Juan said, "Sister-in-law, do you think Deputy Political Commissar Zhou really thinks he's exceptionally dedicated and responsible, and also exceptionally good-looking, and that he's good at everything, both at home and outside?"
"She holds up half the sky in the compound and is a role model for women to learn from?"
Shen Wanjun nodded seriously: "She is a female leader, ambitious and career-oriented, and wants to climb the ladder, which is commendable."
Zhou Lan had two children, but she still stayed at her post, leaving the children to be cared for by her mother-in-law in her hometown.
She didn't give up her job for her child.
This level of awareness is absolutely ahead of its time.
Song Juan said, "But sister-in-law, isn't family the most important thing for a woman?"
"A reliable husband and two or three children—that's what gives life hope, isn't it?"
"No!" the three said in unison.
Song Juan was taken aback, feeling as if she had incurred the wrath of many. Why were her brother, sister-in-law, and Dr. Huang reacting so strongly?
Song Zhan said, "Women shouldn't revolve around men their whole lives; such women are useless."
He didn't want his sister to depend on someone else for a living; men were unreliable.
Shen Wanjun said, "Women should have their own things to do, and earn their own money to spend."
Song Zhan: Is your wife short of money? But he gave her all the money he earned.
Huang Ya said, "I wasn't joking. You should hurry up and get a barefoot doctor's certificate."
Song Juan shook her head frantically: "I have no foundation at all, I can't do it."
"If you already know it all, what's the point of having me as your teacher?" Huang Ya didn't give her a chance to refuse: "I'll teach you from now on, and you're not allowed to slack off."
Song Zhan coughed lightly and said, "It's settled then."
"Dr. Huang, what would you like to eat for lunch? I'll make it for you."
Song Zhan was particularly nice to Huang Ya today.
Huang Ya was a little uncomfortable with the smile. "Battalion Commander Song, you'd better stop smiling at me."
Brother, your smile looks worse than your crying; it's terrifying.
"Then I'll continue making noodles," Song Zhan said.
Song Juan went to the service store and bought a bag of flour. The service store was almost out of stock.
"Sister-in-law, I also bought some seasonings. The shelves over there are all empty. If this continues, will we go hungry?"
Shen Wanjun: "You don't need to worry about this. There are so many people in the compound."
The higher-ups will definitely find a way. If all else fails, she can just take out the food from her spatial storage and eat it.
To prevent Song Juan from becoming too anxious, Shen Wanjun would take some rice and flour from her spatial storage every night and add it to the bag.
They ate like this for several days, and there was still plenty of rice and flour left, and no one noticed anything unusual.
Dang Xianghong came to visit, bringing bad news.
Just as the bridge was nearing completion, it collapsed a second time.
The supply of honeycomb briquettes is insufficient, and the supplies from the supply and marketing cooperative are almost sold out.
"What should we do?" Dang Xianghong was so worried that she couldn't sleep well for several days.
Shen Wanjun secretly took out a bag of rice from her spatial storage. "Sister Hong, take this back and eat it."
"No way, if you give it to me, what will your family do with the northwest wind?"
“I still have some at home,” Shen Wanjun lied. “I bought a lot when I bought coal last time.”
"I have rice, flour, and oil. I'm not careful when I buy things, and I accidentally bought too much. I never expected this to happen."
Dang Xianghong said excitedly, "Sister, it's my blessing to have you."
"You have no idea, my two boys are so big they could eat me out of house and home."
"Sister Hong, here's another bag of flour. Take it back quietly and don't let anyone know."
Dang nodded to Hong: "I know."
She pulled out two ten-yuan bills and a grain coupon: "You must accept this, otherwise I won't take the things."
Shen Wanjun knew that Dang Xianghong didn't like to take advantage of others, so she didn't refuse.
After receiving the money, Sister Hong felt at ease eating the food.
Zhou Lan found nothing at Song Zhan's house, and Hao Mei was glad that she hadn't personally gone to check on him.
"Political Commissar Hao, have they moved the items?" Zhou Lan asked.
Hao Mei didn't speak; her intuition told her that things weren't that simple.
"Should we search other places as well?"
"No need, let's leave it at that for now."
Zhou Lan refused to give up; she was eager to make a contribution: "Political Commissar Hao, you don't need to show your face; I'll do the search."
If you ask her, she'd bring a few people and turn Song Zhan's house upside down; she doesn't believe they wouldn't find anything there.
"Song Zhan is a battalion commander, after all. We have to give him face."
Besides, Comrade Shen is pregnant. What if she gets seriously injured from the fright? Who will be responsible?
Song Zhan injured his lower body and could not have children. The child in Shen Wanjun's womb was the only bloodline of the Song family.
If the child is lost, Song Zhan will eat her alive.
Zhou Lan whispered, "I heard that he won't be able to stay in his position as battalion commander for long."
The battalion commander is responsible for tasks such as military training, political study, administrative management, combat readiness duty, and grassroots coordination.
Military training includes tactics, shooting, physical training, and Song Zhan is currently unable to handle even this one aspect.
Not to mention leading training, inspecting positions, and commanding operations.
“He has been on sick leave for more than four months, and now the deputy battalion commander is in charge of everything in the battalion. If this goes on for too long, people will definitely have complaints.”
Zhou Lan analyzed, "Given Song Zhan's current situation, he definitely can't keep his position as battalion commander. The best-case scenario is that he will be transferred to a non-combat position or retire."
Hao Mei said with some regret, "He was very capable, it's such a pity."
"He was wounded in combat, and the higher-ups may consider transferring him to be a military academy instructor, rather than retiring him directly."
Zhou Lan said "Oh," and then asked, "You mean, we should search his house after he's dismissed?"
Hao Mei shook her head: "Wouldn't that be kicking someone when they're down, rubbing salt into their wounds, treating people differently based on their status?"
Zhou Lan pouted, "This won't do, that won't do, why don't you take matters into your own hands?"
What exactly do you want to do?
"You don't need to worry about this," Hao Mei said decisively, and Zhou Lan didn't say anything more.
The compound has been bustling these past two days, with a large number of people coming to build houses.
Wang Ming was among them, working absentmindedly while glancing around.
He found out that all the other teachers in the compound were full-time employees, while Bai Lu was still in her internship period.
He had seen Bai Lu once from afar.
Wang Ming picked up a piece of food and turned to the person next to him, saying, "These days, why are women all coming out to steal men's jobs?"
The people around him looked at him like he was a fool: "Your wife earns money, but doesn't she spend it all at home? It even helps ease your burden."
Wang Ming pursed his lips; the two couldn't agree on anything.
Everyone was working enthusiastically when Bai Lu, carrying a bucket and a mop, came out of the residential building and walked wearily down the road.
Someone blew a whistle, and someone shouted, "Look, look! There's a pretty girl over there!"
When Wang Ming saw that Bai Lu was as beautiful as a fairy, an evil plan quietly crept into his mind.
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