Chapter 335 Program
The first snow of the year fell on the third day after New Year's Day.
The temperature has been very low lately; even wearing cotton shoes, my feet still feel cold when I walk outside.
A few days ago, everyone took a donkey cart to the city. The cotton that Wei Yang had brought over in advance had been made into cotton quilts, and the cotton wadding had also been prepared and brought back.
Secretary Feng's family had a sewing machine, and Song Lubai and Zhao Hongying went to borrow it for two days, stuffing a layer of cotton into the long underwear of Chen Shaohua and the others.
The items I made weren't very refined, but they were very warm to wear underneath.
Wei Yang gets up very early every day, and by the time Song Lubai wakes up, the stove in the room is already lit.
There wasn't much coal, so they couldn't burn it continuously every day. During the day, Song Lubai would stay in the office in the backyard of the supply and marketing cooperative to heat the stove.
Pushing open the door, a blast of cold air hits you. Outside, everything is a white blur, the sky a hazy, overcast color, and snowflakes are still falling.
Early-rising children are playing with snowballs in the snow.
Song Lubai went into the courtyard specifically to see the two roosters; in such cold weather, she was afraid they would freeze to death.
Wei Yang built a small shed in the chicken coop. Normally, the chickens would fly up to the shed to rest overnight before dark. Recently, these two chickens have become quite clever, knowing to huddle under the shed to avoid the snow.
Sensing the arrival of an acquaintance, the two roosters emerged from under the shed, and Green Bean crowed a few times as it looked at Song Lubai.
Song Lubai hurriedly said, "Let's go back, let's go back."
In this cold weather, won't all the warmth you've accumulated just dissipate as soon as you come out?
As the two roosters grew bigger and bigger, Song Lubai was a little reluctant to slaughter them for the New Year.
Today is a good day. The group is holding a social event to give eligible single men and women a chance to meet.
Although it snowed today, the activities organized by the regiment today were planned in advance, and many people from each company came today, all gathering on the newly built school playground.
The host was a female member of the cultural troupe, wearing a padded military uniform and standing in the center of the crowd hosting the program. She looked youthful and beautiful.
The members of the cultural troupe sang and danced in the middle of the playground, while the people of the 16th Regiment surrounded them.
Although it's snowing and cold today, it can't dampen everyone's enthusiasm.
After a busy year, this was the first large-scale event held in the regiment. Everyone could enjoy the performances and also meet potential partners, so the atmosphere was naturally lively.
Song Lubai has been wearing the quilted military uniform that the supply and marketing department issued last year recently. At this moment, she is wearing the quilted military uniform and standing in the crowd with Wei Yang to watch the program.
Passing by the comrades who were performing, Song Lubai saw Tang Xuewen standing opposite her with his hands in his sleeves.
Since he and Miao Feng gave up the house, she had seen Miao Feng a few times, but never Tang Xuewen.
She heard from Guo Yanhong that Tang Xuewen later went to see Miao Feng.
There are so many people today, I don't know if Miao Feng has arrived yet.
After the performance, the regiment awarded prizes to the outstanding role models selected from each company this year.
The rewards are everyday items such as towels and teacups.
The outstanding individuals who were called up to the stage were all beaming with joy. Secretary Feng, who was presenting the awards, gave a speech in front of everyone, encouraging them to continue to work hard in the coming year.
Secretary Feng has a smiling face, and he looks very approachable when he smiles.
Deng Hong turned to Yang Xiue and said, "Sister-in-law, I really envy you. Look at your husband, Lao Feng, he's always smiling and always speaks to you in a very good mood. Unlike my husband, Lao Wu, he always complains at home that I don't know how to talk and hardly pays any attention to me."
Yang Xiue and Feng Gang's family had always been peaceful. Although Deng Hong had heard her husband Wu Jianying say that Secretary Feng was ruthless, in terms of family relationships, Deng Hong felt that Feng Gang was a good man.
Yang Xiue smiled and said, "What's there to envy? We've been together for over twenty years. We used to argue when we were young. Your Wu Jianying has a good temper. He's just being accommodating to you and doesn't hold grudges."
Cheng Guizhi also came out today.
Since Wei Zhao became the women's director, Cheng Guizhi often went in and out with Wei Zhao. At first, people talked about it behind her back, but after a while, no one paid any attention to it.
At first, Cheng Guizhi was indeed very uncomfortable. She felt awkward and embarrassed. When she worked with Wei Zhao to handle things, she felt that many of Wei Zhao's ideas were unconventional and not like those of a traditional good woman.
But when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. If Wei Zhao glares at you or speaks in a slightly stern tone, she'll start to feel guilty and start reflecting on where she went wrong.
Hearing Deng Hong and Yang Xiu'e's words, Cheng Guizhi interjected, "As long as a man doesn't hit people and takes care of his family, he's a good man. Secretary Feng and your Wu Jianying are both good men. Deng Hong, don't be ungrateful."
After speaking, Cheng Guizhi glanced at Wei Zhao subconsciously, afraid that Wei Zhao would say that she had ideological problems again.
Wei Zhao noticed her gaze and agreed, saying, "That's right. Taking care of the family means having a sense of responsibility. There aren't many men who are responsible and don't hit women. As long as we work together, we'll have good days ahead."
Cheng Guizhi had been driven crazy by Wei Zhao lately, so hearing her say this, she secretly breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Song Lubai joked, "Sister Hong was probably showing off her husband Lao Wu just now, but she was too embarrassed to say it outright."
Yang Xiu'e also laughed: "I think so too."
Deng Hong laughed and patted Song Lubai on the shoulder, "You're so good with words."
Although she spoke ill of Wu Jianying, she secretly felt that he was a good man. Although he would nag her, he had been very good to her and their child over the years. He was not philandering, did not like to drink, and would not beat his wife like some men do after drinking. To her, Wu Jianying was the best of men.
If Wu Jianying were to become like Tang Xuewen, who caused such a stir and became infamous recently, her life would be ruined.
As they were talking, the tug-of-war began.
The 16th Regiment now has 18 collectives organized into companies. The regimental headquarters has consolidated its units into four companies. Now, the 22 small collectives send representatives to draw lots and compete in pairs.
With 26 people on one rope, 13 on each side, and amidst the cheers of those around them, Song Lubai's team was quickly defeated.
Opposite them were the farm soldiers from the company who did farm work every day. They were all young and strong, in their twenties, thirties, and forties. The sound of them shouting slogans alone overwhelmed Song Lubai's side.
In the end, it was a battle between companies.
The people surrounding them cheered them on excitedly.
Due to limited supplies, only the thirteen members of the first-place company received the award.
The rewards were either towels or teacups, and the winners were beaming with joy.
Normally, everyone has to be very careful with their money, and teacups and towels aren't cheap items. If you win the game and get them for free, who wouldn't be happy?
After watching the performances, the tug-of-war competition, and receiving the prizes, the remaining time was free for the residents of the farm to enjoy themselves.
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