Lu Jingchuan drank the warm ginger syrup in one gulp, and after she came over to sit down, he said to her: "Linglong, I'm going out of town tomorrow and won't be back for a week."
"Are you going on a mission?" Gong Linglong asked him.
"It's not about performing a mission, it's about leading a team to participate in the military region's competitive assessment competition."
Gong Linglong understood, and didn't ask much else. He just asked: "What do you want to bring? I will prepare it for you in advance."
"There's no need to bring anything special. We won't leave until tomorrow afternoon. We'll be back for lunch at noon. I'll just pack some clothes by myself then."
Lu Jingchuan refused to let her take care of these things, and said to her again: "Linglong, when mom comes back on Sunday, you take the car to pick her up. On the way, go to the meat factory to buy a chicken, and some pork and eggs, and you can stew them at home for nourishment. Replenish the body.”
"good."
There must be a competitive competition ahead. Lu Jingchuan was very busy. After breakfast, he held an umbrella and went to work.
The military wives also started rehearsing the program today. Jiang Yaping applied for a vacant small conference room for everyone, and everyone came over for the meeting on time at 8:30.
Gong Linglong first taught everyone how to recite poetry. As soon as he arrived here, he immediately gave everyone the poetry he had copied overnight, one copy for each family. Jiang Yaping maintained discipline, so she only needed oral instruction.
The modern poetry was catchy, and the military wives were very attentive to this performance. When Gong Linglong taught, they read it loudly and repeated it over and over again.
After a morning of study, most people have memorized it. A few people will pronounce it wrong, but everyone is helping to practice.
At half past eleven, everyone was thirsty. Jiang Yaping got up and made arrangements: "I have studied here in the morning and went back to cook. The children of each family have learned it. You are responsible for helping your respective mothers review. You must do it within three days." Everyone can recite the entire text.”
They were preparing the show silently. Jiang Yaping had previously told everyone not to tell the men in each family, in order to give them a surprise at the art show.
Therefore, after returning home, no one said anything, and the children were obedient and did not leak anything.
The spring rain continued, and it rained lightly for two or three days in a row. All the men in the family area went out to participate in competitive competitions, while the children of the military wives rehearsed and studied hard at home.
It wasn't until the fourth day that the sky finally cleared up.
The weather improved, and spring plowing continued. Jiang Yaping organized her family members to start planting and fertilizing. The cultural troupe, which had just recovered, received an order and continued to mobilize to help.
Sow seeds in the morning and fertilize in the afternoon.
Jiang Yaping arranged the work and taught them step by step. It was better to plan the tasks according to the teams they were divided into before. Each team was responsible for a piece of land.
Sowing seeds is easier and easier than plowing the ground, half of it is done in one morning.
Even the art troupe has caught up.
When he went back to eat at noon, Gong Linglong noticed that Meng Xiaoying's face looked much better than before. Yang Xiaolan walked side by side with her and whispered to her: "I'm really looking forward to the afternoon."
In the afternoon, it was time to fertilize manure, real artificial fertilizer and pig manure. Gong Linglong was also looking forward to it, his eyes winking playfully.
After returning home, Gong Linglong cooked lunch and then went to work in the space.
As soon as I stepped in, I heard the sound of "chirping" and saw the fluffy chicks walking around in the chicken coop. They were trembling when they walked. I smiled and said, "The chicks are finally hatched."
Now there are pigs, chickens and fish in the space. The rice and wheat in the field are golden, the sweet potatoes and potato seedlings are all green, and the vegetables are also growing well, growing neatly in rows. Seeing this scene of a good harvest, Gong Linglong felt indescribable satisfaction and pride.
no pain no gain.
After finishing the work in the space, she was a little tired. She sat inside and took a nap for half an hour. She only stepped out when Yu Ximei called her from outside.
There is a pig farm within the army, with plenty of pig manure and a lot of artificial fertilizer. I don’t know if it was deliberately arranged by the leaders. The art troupe is responsible for picking the artificial fertilizer, and the military wives pick the pig manure.
The two manure pits were not far apart. As soon as Gong Linglong and his group walked to the pig farm manure pit carrying manure buckets, they heard screams not far away. The people in the art troupe were so scared that they fled in all directions. Yelling, some rushed to the tree trunk and vomited wildly.
Gong Linglong and others: "..."
This has just begun, and they are vomiting like this. After all the twenty acres of land are watered, they will not go to the hospital together.
"Ha ha..."
The people in the art troupe were screaming wildly, but the military wives were laughing.
Two sharp contrasts were formed.
Meng Xiaoying's face turned pale at this time. She covered her mouth and nose and stood far away from the cesspool. She almost stepped on a maggot just as she passed by. When she thought about almost getting a maggot on her shoe, she was so disgusted that she immediately rubbed her shoe on the spot, wishing she could put it on her feet. This pair of liberation shoes was thrown away.
Xu Wei next to her was not much better than her. Her face looked ugly at this moment. Thinking about having to carry countless buckets of dung water to water the ground today, she felt bad all over.
"I don't want to pick, I don't want to pick shit, I'm afraid."
She resisted at first, and the people who played well with them immediately agreed, giving advice to the deputy leader of the team.
It was also the first time for Deputy Commander Li to pick excrement. The stinking smell made him want to vomit, but orders were issued from above and military orders could not be violated.
What's more, the military wives not far away can choose, and their art troupe must also be able to choose.
Seeing their various opinions, Deputy Commander Li warned with a straight face: "Do you want to violate military orders?"
As soon as he said this, everyone fell silent on the spot.
Jiang Yaping happened to come over carrying a bucket of manure. Seeing that they were resisting and rejecting each other, she became cold-faced as she usually had a gentle attitude. She scolded her with a stern face: "What you usually eat and drink is grown by farmers through hard work. Picking manure and fertilizing is a kind of cultivation." Farming is an indispensable process, and in order to feed their families, they do all the dirty work, and no one will complain about the hard work, dirty smell, and smell of farming.”
"As for you, you all dress up beautifully, eat the grains and vegetables grown by the farmers, and wear the cotton and linen made by the farmers' hard work. In the end, you still put on a arrogant posture, trying to make fun of the military wives who are farmers."
"We, military wives from peasant families, have not studied for two years, and our families have no money for us to sing and dance. Now you just make a suggestion, and we have to squeeze in time to rehearse."
"None of the military wives complained that you were too busy. You still do housework and farm work. You wish you could break one minute into two minutes."
"It rains a lot in spring. You don't know that you have to choose when God is in a good mood to plant crops. If you continue to yell here and waste time, it will affect the efficiency and progress of work. Don't blame us military wives for jointly going to the leaders to report it. Condition."
After saying that, she took the lead, picked up the dung ladle, filled two buckets full of dung, picked up the pole and walked away with her feet in the wind.
