The next day at breakfast, the entire cadre school was filled with joy.
It was no longer the watery cornmeal porridge or the steamed corn bread mixed with wild vegetables and wheat bran. Everyone finally ate the fragrant, thick and rich white rice porridge after a long time, and it was so delicious.
Lin Wanjun couldn't help laughing as she watched the people, who were so hungry that their faces were pale and their bodies were guzzling white porridge.
At this moment, she seemed to understand why the Song family chose to join the army to defend their country generation after generation.
It is all for the happiness of the people and for world peace.
This kind of sense of accomplishment and pride that comes from the heart is something that money and power cannot give you.
Humming a song, Lin Wanjun prepared to go back to the dormitory to change clothes and go to work.
As soon as he reached the door, Zhao Shuping stopped him.
Zhao Shuping held a bowl full of rice porridge in one hand and leaned on the door frame with the other, staring at Lin Wanjun fiercely.
"Did I ever tell you not to come into the dormitory during mealtimes? Don't you know you're a stinking piece of shit? Don't you know you're disgusting?"
Looking at the rice grains on the corners of Zhao Shuping's mouth and her daughter wolfing down the porridge, Lin Wanjun felt a little ironic.
Tsk, what a seeded player who ruins the game when he eats!
After eating the rice she provided and filling his stomach, he started to bully her again when he had the strength. It was really outrageous. His mother opened the door to outrageousness. It was outrageous to the extreme.
Lin Wanjun sneered.
She snatched the rice bowl from Zhao Shuping's hand and pretended to smash it on the ground.
"Do you believe I can make you even more disgusted?"
Lin Wanjun is not someone who can be bullied easily.
Facing Zhao Shuping's angry and panicked eyes, Lin Wanjun sneered, "You haven't eaten rice in a few months, right? Tell me, if I dump this bowl of rice porridge on the ground, would you feel bad?"
"Well, it's more than just heartache. You'll definitely get down on the ground and pick up every grain of rice!"
Lin Wanjun shook her hand deliberately, and Zhao Shuping screamed in fright and reached out to take the rice bowl.
Unfortunately, it was a pity.
A little soup spilled on Zhao Shuping's hand. She was reluctant to shake it off, so she leaned over and sucked it clean.
"If you...if you dare to waste food, I'll complain to the principal!"
Zhao Shuping was unsure, but she still threatened Lin Wanjun with harsh words.
"Complain? Go ahead and complain, and see who the principal will side with!"
Lin Wanjun looked on with disdain.
"Also, be smart when you tipped off Meng Yongli. You two idiots with brains no bigger than a walnut kernel combined, and you're still thinking about scheming against others every day?"
Hearing this, Zhao Shuping's face changed slightly.
“How…how did you know that?!”
Just a few days ago, Meng Yongli, the daughter of the local commune director, approached her and offered to pay her two white flour buns a month in exchange for being her eyes and ears.
Zhao Shuping thought she had done it very secretly, but at this moment Lin Wanjun's mocking smile made Zhao Shuping wish she could find a hole to crawl into.
"Tell Meng Yongli not to use you as a middleman to make a profit. Ask her to give me two steamed buns. I will write a work log for her every day!"
"What does she want to know? What did Song Zhanjin and I do?"
"Hmph, what can a couple do together? If Meng Yongli doesn't know, let her go home and ask her mother, ask her mother and her father what they did!"
Lin Wanjun stuffed the bowl in her hand into Zhao Shuping's arms and smiled coldly.
"Want to steal my man? Let her give up on this idea!"
Lin Wanjun pushed Zhao Shuping aside, went into the house, got her clothes, and left...
The people nearby heard it clearly and immediately angrily condemned Zhao Shuping for being a traitor.
"That Meng Shuangou and Han Jinsheng teamed up to resell our cadre school's life-saving rations. Last night, they even robbed people on the road without caring about the life and death of our cadre school. And you actually colluded with Meng Yongli!"
"The food you're eating was discovered by Lin Wanjun. To put it bluntly, she saved your life!"
"Bah, Zhao Shuping, you are such a jerk!"
…
People were cursing and accusing her, and Zhao Shuping was so embarrassed that she could hardly raise her head.
After what happened last night, Lin Wanjun has become a savior in the eyes of everyone in the cadre school.
If she hadn't been led by some mysterious force to take a bath in the hot spring, and hadn't had the courage to go deep into the woods to relieve herself, how could she have found the life-saving food?
With so many people going in and out of the mountains, how come Lin Wanjun was the only one who found the food?
What does this mean? It means that God has chosen Lin Wanjun and sent her to save the people!
In the manure class, Lin Wanjun was so happy that she was bent over with joy.
"What the hell is going on? How did I become the savior sent by God?"
Listening to what Wang Chuang and others said, Lin Wanjun kept waving her hands.
"No, Brother Wang, please stop trying to drug me. If you keep on trying, I'll really lose my way!"
Wang Chuang said with a smile, "Xiao Lin, don't be so modest. If you hadn't found the food this time, our cadre school would have been finished."
"Let's not talk about anything else, just take this dysentery epidemic. If everyone eats clean food, many people with mild symptoms will recover on their own without taking medicine."
Wang Chuang snatched the broom from Lin Wanjun's hand, not giving her a chance to work.
"There are also more than a dozen seriously ill people, including Uncle Qin, who have taken the medicine you brought from home and the food you found. They are all getting better today."
Wang Chuang looked at Lin Wanjun with eyes full of gratitude and admiration.
"My daughter started crying while eating this morning. I asked her why, and she said the food was so delicious!"
These words made Lin Wanjun feel very uncomfortable.
She patted Wang Chuang's shoulder and sighed, "It will be fine, everything will be fine, there will be milk and bread!"
Lin Wanjun looked up and around, and saw Song Mingcheng and Song Zhanjin, who were supposed to be working on the mountain, hurriedly walking towards the principal's office.
She took a few quick steps to catch up.
"Dad, Zhan Jin, what are you two doing in such a hurry?!"
Song Zhanjin said, "Principal Wei just sent someone to look for us, but he didn't say anything specific."
After a pause, he looked around to make sure there was no one suspicious, then he spoke in a low voice.
"I think it has something to do with the food we received last night!"
Song Mingcheng coughed lightly a few times, Song Zhanjin grinned, and reached out to hug Lin Wanjun.
"This is a military secret. I can't say anything further. My dear wife, please understand!"
Lin Wanjun smiled and nodded.
In Wei Yifu's office, several flour bags were placed on the desk, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.
When the Song family father and son entered the room, Wei Yifu raised his head.
"Old Song, Little Song, you're here!"
He said, "Come and take a look at this production address!"
Song Zhanjin walked over and saw that the production address column clearly read "Mizhou District, Beicheng City".
"Hey, this flour mill is right near the military compound! Is this grain produced in North City?"
Wei Yifu nodded and looked at Song Mingcheng and Song Zhanjin.
"Don't you think it's strange? Beicheng and the Cadre School are two thousand miles apart. How did flour produced in Beicheng end up here?"
"I've reviewed the previous food records, and without exception, the food all came from surrounding counties and cities. Furthermore, the food bags are clean, and don't look like they've been stored in a cave for months."
Song Zhanjin hesitated for a moment.
"Maybe Han Jinsheng wrapped it tightly in plastic, so..."
Wei Yifu shook his head.
"That cave is damp and remote, full of insects, snakes, and rats, but I checked all the food bags and didn't find a single hole. Do you think that's normal?"
Song Mingcheng's face was stern.
"What do you mean? Are you suspecting that there's something wrong with my daughter-in-law, Lin Wanjun?"
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