Seeing his older sister putting up the stickers so often, Xiao Hao became interested and insisted on doing it himself.
Pei Nansheng grabbed him and said, "Our skin is delicate, it's my old face that needs to be covered up."
Xiao Hao rolled his eyes. "Brother's face looks older than sister's. Brother, please stick it on."
Pei Nansheng: "..."
Zuo Ling laughed, hugged Xiao Hao, and gave him a big kiss. "He's such a good little brother."
...
Left with no other choice, Zuo Ling brought Pei Nansheng and Xiao Hao over to help her get pregnant.
Xiao Hao was puzzled. Isn't growing grain a good thing? Why are they doing it secretly?
There were many things in the family that couldn't be told to others, and he had vaguely realized that his sister was different from ordinary people.
Not only his sister, but his brother can breathe fire, while he cannot; his brother and sister are all different from ordinary people.
Xiao Hao had some doubts, but he didn't ask them.
With the help of Pei Nansheng and Xiao Hao, the replanting process was much faster, and all the replanting was completed in about ten days.
Zuo Ling breathed a long sigh of relief. Finally, the planting was finished. If it hadn't been finished, her skin would have peeled off from the sun.
One week later, all the seedlings had sprouted.
The tender seedlings couldn't withstand the scorching sun, so Zuo Ling had Yu Lianhai build several sunshades to cover them.
Yu Lianhai was extremely excited; there was finally hope for grain!
During this time, a batch of vegetables sprouted from the garden, causing a sensation throughout the military camp.
Green vegetables! How long has it been since I've had any green vegetables?
Besides those supplied to the military mess hall, a small portion was sent to the supplies exchange hall.
That day, the exchange hall was packed with people, who were scrambling to grab a few pieces of green vegetables.
While everyone's attention was on the vegetables, the three people and two beasts went out of the military camp and brought back a truckload of rare metals, which they exchanged for 200 million points.
We're just one point away from the submarine, a huge step forward.
When Chief Mei heard about it, he was very surprised and called Bai Liguo by satellite phone:
"Your niece's wealth is a mystery. She has so many rare metals; I have no idea where she got them. It seems I was too lenient back then and set too few points."
Bai Liguo was confused. He had seen Zuo Ling's bank statements and was certain that there were no rare metals. He had thought that Zuo Ling would use the cotton she bought in New Jersey to earn points.
"No matter what, it's a good thing. You're in dire need of rare metals to build submarines, so this solves your immediate problem."
Chief Mei said, "I want to see what she'll use to offset the remaining points."
Bai Liguo resented him for getting the benefit while acting innocent:
"Alright, you're not at a loss. You've already got your vegetables on the shelves, but I don't have any yet. If there's a ride going that way, could you bring me a few baskets?"
Chief Mei scoffed, "Dream on! Several baskets, please! Our vegetables are sold by the root."
"I'll give you 10,000 roots, either way."
"..."
Two high-ranking figures in China, when they start joking around, act like two immature children.
Zuo Ling knew there was a leak, but she had no choice. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to get the submarine. She was willing to disregard everything else for the sake of the submarine.
The scene of Kyoto's fall keeps appearing in her dreams. What if the entire continent falls? Where would she go?
When the vegetables were harvested in large quantities, Zuo Ling transported another batch of rare metals back home.
There were several rare metals among them that the base's R&D department had searched everywhere for but couldn't find. The R&D department was overjoyed and gave them a very high reward, totaling 350 million points.
If it weren't for the vegetable incident taking precedence, she and Pei Nansheng would definitely have stole the show.
Whether she'd become famous or not, Zuo Ling didn't care. She fiddled with her calculator, figuring out that she was just one point short of getting the submarine.
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