"Linglong, do you have any ideas?"
Everyone sat in a circle, and Jiang Yaping asked her first.
Seeing everyone's sad faces, Gong Linglong smiled: "Isn't it just a cultural performance? It's not like going up mountains of swords and down seas of fire. Why are all of them so worried?"
"If you let me perform on stage, I might as well pick up manure and wash the pig pen." Yang Xiaolan scratched her hair irritably.
"Ah..."
The others, familiar with her temper, laughed.
Of course they had the same idea as her. Instead of going on stage to twerk and shake their hips, they would rather do the dirty work.
When Gong Linglong mentioned the matter of picking manure and washing pig pens, Gong Linglong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly leaned forward, his eyes flashing with unknown meaning, and said with a smile: "Sisters-in-law, the proposal of the cultural troupe this time is actually very important to us. It’s a good thing and we have to seize this great opportunity.”
"What good thing can this be?" Yang Xiaolan was puzzled.
"Think about it. The art troupe said they wanted to keep in touch with us and learn from each other. They gave us ideas and asked us to perform on stage, so we have to return the favor. We have to take the initiative to invite them to experience the life of military wives."
"Spring plowing is about to begin recently, and we need hands to dig and plow the soil, sow and pick up manure. There are so many people in the cultural troupe, so we called them over to help."
"Let them follow us to do farm work, arrange for them to pick manure, wash pig pens, dig lotus roots in the mud, and then help you take care of your children and wash clothes. They have experienced the life of military wives, and they can also find new inspiration from labor , creating excellent works that are close to reality.”
"They advocate mutual learning, unity and friendship. As military wives, we have to keep up with them in terms of ideological awareness. We should take advantage of this time to have a good relationship."
"The art troupe proposed first, and we cooperated later. The people in the art troupe have high ideological consciousness and want to unite and be friendly with our military families. They will definitely not reject us, right?"
The more Gong Linglong thought about it, the more excited she became. She had imagined a picture in her mind. She couldn't help but want to laugh when she thought of the lesbians in the art troupe twisting their noses and picking up excrement to wash the pig pen.
She thought about it, and so did everyone else. At this time, everyone's eyes were shining.
"good idea."
Yang Xiaolan was the most excited and gave her a thumbs up: "Linglong, absolutely!"
"Oh, a brain that can read is smart."
Yu Ximei narrowed her eyes with a smile and took the initiative to take over the matter: "When my old Zhao comes back tonight, I promise to take care of this matter. Just wait. When the spring plowing begins, the people from the cultural troupe promise to be there to help. .”
"What happened this time must be related to Meng Xiaoying and Xu Wei. When they come, see how I disgust them." Yang Xiaolan smiled mischievously.
Wang Yumiao, the wife of the battalion commander, was sitting in the corner holding her half-year-old baby. She was the quietest and gentlest among all the military wives in the regiment, and she softly advised him.
"Sister-in-law Xiaolan, don't confront Meng Xiaoying, and don't specifically target her. She is always superficial, but in fact her mind is smaller than a pinhole. Offending her will not do you any good, and it may also affect the third camp. long-term future development.”
She usually doesn't talk much, but she has a smart mind. When everyone can't make up their mind about something, they will always talk to her, and she can always give some good suggestions.
Therefore, she can be regarded as the think tank among a group of family members.
Yang Xiaolan listened to her words. It was about a man's career future. She was very cautious and nodded seriously: "Yumiao, I know. This is a friendly exchange between the military wife and the comrades of the art troupe. I will not quarrel with them." of."
Wang Yumiao smiled softly, and when she saw Gong Linglong looking at her, she slightly curled her lips: "Sister Linglong, what are you looking at me for?"
"Sister-in-law Yumiao, do you know Meng Xiaoying very well?" Gong Linglong asked.
"I used to be in an art troupe, and I got along with her colleague for half a year. At that time, my career reached a bottleneck, and my good friends left one after another. I was not happy in the troupe, and I happened to be getting married. Sister Ximei He introduced me to Zheng Yong, and then we naturally got married and had children.”
Gong Linglong understood, and she also had some guesses in her heart. She must have experienced workplace bullying in the art troupe, and maybe it was related to Meng Xiaoying, so she kindly reminded Yang Xiaolan.
Seeing that she was thoughtful, Wang Yumiao smiled slightly: "Sister Linglong, you are a smart person, you should have guessed something."
"Yeah, I guessed it."
Gong Linglong chuckled. She had seen a lot of workplace bullying in her previous life, and she had also seen a lot of people who relied on their power to bully their subordinates.
This kind of situation is very common in society and occurs in all walks of life. Even among students, school bullying often occurs, and she is no longer surprised.
Meng Xiaoying would take revenge on her sooner or later. This art performance must be an opportunity arranged by her. She did not dare to use the vicious methods in the army. She deliberately arranged for the military wives to perform on stage, just to take the opportunity to laugh at and belittle them.
But, in the end, it’s hard to say who laughed at who.
"How to arrange this cultural performance?"
Jiang Yaping started talking about business. She couldn't sing or dance. Her eyes fell on Wang Yumiao and she placed all her hopes on her. "Yumiao, why don't you go dance and we will applaud you 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 beautiful. During this time, you can learn to dance with Yu Miao and add another program."
Jiang Yaping did not consider the other military wives. None of them had any talent at all and could not sing or dance at all. They had never even seen those instruments, let alone used them. They would not be able to perform on stage even after a month of emergency training.
Gong Linglong was good at playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, and dancing in her previous life. In fact, she could beat the art troupe if she showed off any talent. But what she learned in her previous life could never be shown off now.
It's okay to let her go on stage to perform a show. Then she can think about it later and arrange one that suits the current policy environment.
However, it is too early to make a decision now. He said: "Sister-in-law, don't be anxious yet. Let's take a look at the arrangements of the second and third regiments first. If they don't follow us, it won't be too late for us to go back and make a decision. If they do, We are together, there is no point in making a decision now.”
"Yes, I will ask the families of the Second and Third Regiments for their opinions tomorrow."
Jiang Yaping got a headache thinking about this. She rubbed her temples and said, "Okay, it's getting late. Let's go home and cook dinner first. Let's put the art show aside for now. Spring plowing is the most important thing for us. , everything is focused on spring plowing, and everything else is put on the back burner.”
For them, filling the bellies of the whole family is the most important thing, and the cultural troupe is far less important than the food and vegetables in the fields.
Singing and dancing cannot fill their stomachs, but crops grown in the fields are more practical for them.
