Chapter 151 (The First Volume Ends...)

Song Yao and the county magistrate tacitly pretended not to see each other.

Although they really looked like they were together.

After all, the herbs used in the frostbite cream were not as many and expensive as Song Yao said, and it was not easy for the county magistrate to collect them. The production process was also the same. The J country only made a reservation, and the batch of frostbite cream made by overtime was directly divided by the two.

The things were the same, the size was the same, and even the boxes had the same outer packaging.

But the two people resolutely refused to admit that they were in the same group.

The county magistrate said to the secretary: "I also donated clothes, and I donated more than the youngest."

Song Yao also chattered with brother Yuan Jiang: "My father also donated the electric kettle he was going to sell. We are still better than the county magistrate brother."

Yuan Jiang: "..."

Even though we have been together for such a long time, sometimes I still don't understand some of Song Yao's operations.

This batch, no, two batches of frostbite cream will be sent to various disaster areas along with the troops stationed in Huling County.

The soldiers who were carrying out post-disaster reconstruction also received supplies shortly after the troops arrived.

"These clothes are so thick, they must be specially made, right?"

"Squad leader, this is the electric kettle? I heard that there are not many of them on the market now, it's really rare."

Compared to the older soldiers who just smiled and couldn't put down the supplies, the young recruits who had just joined the army and participated in the rescue mission could not suppress their excitement.

"There is also frostbite cream. Hey, why is there no brand written on it?"

The squad leader, who always managed them very strictly, rarely allowed these young soldiers to discuss enthusiastically this time. He waited until the time was almost up before interrupting with a smile:

"Okay, everyone should keep the things they were given. These are given to us because our mission is the most difficult and hardest. You must work hard tomorrow after taking them."

The young soldiers all smiled and agreed. Some carefully put their clothes in the closet, while others couldn't wait to put them on, and then shared with everyone with a look of surprise:

"It's so warm!! There are several thick layers. I will definitely not feel cold wearing this tomorrow."

The other people immediately joined in the fun. They obviously had some too, but they all looked at it in surprise.

"The clothes my mother sewed for me are not so thick."

"Of course, your family doesn't have much money, so how can you afford to use so much cotton and cloth? Fortunately, I listened to my brother and joined the army, otherwise I wouldn't have such a good life."

They happily started the second round of discussion, and a young soldier in his early twenties came to the squad leader embarrassedly:

"Squad leader, these things are distributed to us, so are they ours?"

The squad leader wondered: "Of course, why are you asking this?"

The young soldier blushed: "My family is poor, and my whole family doesn't have a decent cotton-padded jacket. I want to send it back to my parents. My hometown has also suffered a disaster, although it is not as serious as here, but I am afraid they can't eat it."

The squad leader expressed his understanding.

This kind of thing is quite common in the army. These days, there are still a few families who can eat and wear warm clothes. Every year, many soldiers will send the new clothes back and wear the old ones themselves. They also basically send their allowances home.

He patted the young soldier on the shoulder: "If you want to send it, you have to wait until the mission is over. These things were originally sent down because the mission was too difficult. The kind people donated them to make you suffer less. Don't let them down."

"And don't worry too much about your hometown. I heard that some troops have already gone there. Think about how we rescued and helped the local people. The troops there rescued and helped your family."

The young soldier nodded repeatedly, thinking about the people they rescued, and his heart was instantly relieved.

The young soldiers who were still actively discussing over there also found new things: "There are seals on these boxes."

"I know how to read, let me see."

"What's it like, what's written on it?"

"Hope you are safe, Comrade Song."

"Is Comrade Song the donor? Why do I feel a little familiar?"

Immediately someone remembered: "The general manager of the Snow Penguin Car!! He was on TV when we watched TV together last time!!!"

Now all disaster areas have restored power, and all members of the Zhongzhou News Broadcast Troops watched the last time. Many people were so excited that they almost forgot to eat when they saw themselves appear on TV.

Compared to ordinary people who only know about the Snow Penguin car on TV, these military comrades who come into contact with the little red car every day understand the importance of this car better.

When the list appeared on the news broadcast, many people noticed the three big characters "Comrade Song" listed in the first line, which was very conspicuous.

This also triggered various discussions about "whether Comrade Song's surname is Song and his name is Comrade".

Now seeing the familiar three characters again, everyone is excited.

"Is it really Comrade Song? Did he donate things to us?!"

"There is also a name on this box."

"What is it? Is it Comrade Song too?"

"No, this time it's Comrade Hu."

So, in the small dormitory, there was another heated discussion about "Is it such a coincidence that both of them are called Comrade" and "Or is it really just a surname?"

It was not until the lights were turned off that the squad leader coughed a few times and the dormitory returned to silence.

Only in this dark night like usual, they slept extra peacefully with new supplies.

It may also be because no matter how difficult it is, the quick response of Zhongzhou and the ordinary people who come to support each other in times of trouble make everyone's heart full of hope.

In the distant Dashu Village.

Song Yao suddenly turned over while sleeping.

He and the county magistrate signed on the seal of each box according to regulations. I wonder if the military brothers and sisters will think that his handwriting is better than that of the county magistrate after seeing the seal? !

005 is very sure: [Of course, host, you are the best host. ]

Song Yao agrees with 005's words.

He is of course the best. He has even made a prototype of an instrument for predicting earthquakes. Can the county magistrate brother do it?

Definitely not!

So he still won.

Hehehe, the child closed his eyes contentedly and fell asleep happily. He plans to dream about the beautiful future of Zhongzhou tonight.

[Good night, 005. 】

He needs to sleep well, and turn this beautiful dream into reality after waking up.

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