"Linglong, do you have any ideas?"
Everyone sat in a circle, and Jiang Yaping asked her first.
Seeing everyone's worried faces, Gong Linglong smiled and said, "Isn't it just a cultural performance? It's not like we're going through fire and water. Why are you all so worried?"
"Instead of letting me perform on stage, I might as well be asked to pick up manure and clean the pigpen." Yang Xiaolan grabbed her hair in annoyance.
"Oh..."
The others, familiar with her temper, all laughed.
Of course, they had the same idea as her. Instead of going on stage to twist their waists and hips, they would rather do the dirty and tiring work.
Speaking of carrying manure and cleaning the pigpen, Gong Linglong's eyes flickered, and she suddenly leaned forward, her eyes flashing with an ambiguous light, and said with a smile: "My dear sisters-in-law, the art troupe's proposal this time is actually a good thing for us. We must seize this excellent opportunity."
"How can this be a good thing?" Yang Xiaolan was puzzled.
"Think about it, the art troupe said they wanted to connect with us and learn from us. They gave us ideas and asked us to perform on stage, so we have to return the favor and invite them to experience the life of military wives."
"Spring plowing is about to begin, and we need people to dig the soil, turn the soil, sow seeds, and carry manure. There are so many people in the art troupe, let's call them over to help."
"Let them work with us on the farm. Arrange them to carry manure, clean pig pens, dig lotus roots in the mud, and help you take care of the children and do laundry. They experience the lives of military wives and can find new inspiration from their labor, creating excellent works that are close to reality."
"They advocate mutual learning, unity and friendship. We, as military wives, need to catch up with them in terms of our ideological awareness. This is the time to strengthen our relationship."
"The art troupe proposed it first, and we followed suit. The people in the art troupe are highly conscious and want to unite and build friendship with us military families. They definitely won't reject us, right?"
The more Gong Linglong thought about it, the more excited she became. A picture had already appeared in her mind. When she thought of the female comrades in the art troupe picking up manure and cleaning the pigpen with their noses twisted, she couldn't help laughing.
She thought of it, and so did the others, and at this moment, everyone's eyes were shining.
"Good idea."
Yang Xiaolan was the most excited and gave her a thumbs up: "Linglong, amazing!"
"Ah, a brain that can read is a smart one."
Yu Ximei narrowed her eyes in a smile and took the initiative to take the responsibility: "Wait for my husband, Lao Zhao, to come back tonight. I promise to take care of this matter. You just wait. When the spring plowing begins, the people from the art troupe will be there to help."
"This incident must be related to Meng Xiaoying and Xu Wei. Wait until they come and see how I disgust them." Yang Xiaolan smiled slyly.
Wang Yumiao, the wife of a battalion commander, was sitting in a corner holding a baby who was over half a year old. She was the quietest and gentlest of all the military wives in the group, and she gave some advice in a soft and gentle voice.
"Sister-in-law Xiaolan, don't confront Meng Xiaoying head-on, and don't go out of your way to target her. She's a person who's always putting on a good front, but in reality, her heart is smaller than a pinhole. Offending her won't do you any good, and it might even affect the Third Battalion Commander's future career."
She doesn't talk much, but she is smart. When people are undecided about something, they always talk to her, and she always gives some very good suggestions.
Therefore, she can be regarded as the think tank among the family members.
Yang Xiaolan took her words to heart. Since it concerned her man's career prospects, she was very cautious and nodded seriously: "Yumiao, I know. This time it's just a friendly exchange between the military wives and the comrades of the art troupe. I won't argue with them."
Wang Yumiao smiled gently, and when she saw Gong Linglong looking at her, she curled her lips slightly: "Sister Linglong, why are you looking at me?"
"Sister Yu Miao, do you know Meng Xiaoying well?" Gong Linglong asked.
"I used to be in the art troupe, and I worked with her for about half a year. At the time, my career had hit a plateau, and my close friends were leaving one after another. I felt unhappy in the troupe, and it was also time for me to get married. Sister Ximei introduced Zheng Yong to me, and we eventually got married and had a child."
Gong Linglong understood and had some guesses in her mind. She must have experienced workplace bullying in the art troupe, and it might have something to do with Meng Xiaoying, so she kindly reminded Yang Xiaolan.
Seeing her thoughtful, Wang Yumiao smiled slightly: "Sister Linglong, you are a smart person, you should have guessed something."
"Yeah, I guessed it."
Gong Linglong chuckled. In her previous life, she had seen a lot of workplace bullying and people who relied on their power to oppress their subordinates.
This situation is very common in society and exists in all walks of life. Even in student circles, school bullying often occurs. She is no longer surprised.
Meng Xiaoying will take revenge on her sooner or later. This art performance must be an opportunity she arranged. She dared not use such dirty and vicious means in the army, so she deliberately arranged for the military wives to perform on stage, just to take the opportunity to ridicule and belittle them.
However, it’s hard to say who will laugh at whom in the end.
"How do we arrange this cultural performance?"
Jiang Yaping started talking about business. She couldn't sing or dance, so her eyes fell on Wang Yunmiao, pinning all her hopes on her. "Yumiao, how about you go and dance, and we'll applaud and cheer you on from behind?"
Wang Yumiao chuckled: "Sister-in-law, I can go dance, but one show is not enough."
"Linglong, you have a good figure and are pretty. You should learn dancing from Yu Miao during this time and add a performance."
Jiang Yaping did not consider other military wives. They had no talent at all and could not sing or dance. They had never even seen those musical instruments, let alone used them. Even after a month of emergency training, they could not go on stage.
In her previous life, Gong Linglong was good at everything from playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing and dancing. In fact, she could beat the art troupe by showing any one of her talents, but what she learned in her previous life could never be shown now.
It’s okay to let her perform a show on stage, and then she can think about it and choreograph a show that suits the current policy environment.
However, it was too early to make a decision. He said, "Sister-in-law, don't be anxious. Let's first see what the second and third regiments have planned. If they don't follow us, we can decide later. If they do, there's no point in deciding now."
"That's right. I'll ask the families of the Second and Third Regiments for their opinions tomorrow."
Jiang Yaping felt a headache just thinking about it. She rubbed her temples and said, "Okay, it's getting late. Let's go home and cook dinner first. Let's put this art performance aside for now. Spring plowing is the most important thing for us. Everything else should be put aside."
For them, the most important thing is to fill the stomachs of the whole family. The affairs of the art troupe are far less important than the food and vegetables in the fields.
Singing and dancing cannot fill their stomachs, so the crops grown from the fields are more practical for them.
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