My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 577 Dada...

Chapter 577: 577 Dada...

Lin Tang knew of Old Yang’s kind intentions, felt warmth in her heart, and nodded her head.

"I know, don’t worry."

Old Yang’s brows, which had been slightly furrowed, relaxed as he met her calm gaze, "You all continue with your work, I’ll rest a bit more."

Age had crept up on him, and intense work consumed a lot of energy; he needed to rest after standing for just a short while.

Lin Tang responded and led the technicians towards the semi-finished fine spinning machine.

Everyone had already seen the blueprint of the fine spinning machine, so they were not completely clueless about it.

Therefore, they got the hang of it quickly.

Before long, they became skilled at it.

Old Yang sat there, looking at the technicians who were either hotly debating or bursting into laughter of realization, a look of relief in his eyes.

The country must rely on the younger generation!

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Elsewhere.

At the border defense at the end of November.

Snow had already fallen here, causing a sudden drop in temperature.

The soldiers stationed here each had cracks in their hands from the cold.

You wouldn’t need to look at their faces, just their hands, to know these hands did not look like they belonged to men in their twenties.

It was time to eat.

In the ice-cold canteen, soldiers were trembling so badly in the cold that they could hardly hold their chopsticks.

Qi Hang looked enviously at the cotton coat Lin Weiguo was wearing and chattered through his teeth, "It’s colder this year... than last..."

Unable to control the shaking of his hands, the food that he had barely managed to pick up fell once again. Qi Hang offered a wry smile, "I dare say, my grandpa doesn’t even tremble as badly as I do."

He gave up on the chopsticks and rubbed his hands vigorously, trying to drive away the cold.

Lin Weiguo was wrapped in the thick cotton coat his mother had sent him and wore the cotton boots Tangtang had mailed. From his body to his heart, he felt warm.

Seeing his comrades huddled up with their necks tucked in, he rolled his eyes at them without good humor.

"I told you to wear my coat and you didn’t, acting all delicate!"

He had received two cotton coats from home, and Tangtang had also sent him two very warm sets of underclothes made from some kind of wool.

He couldn’t wear them all, had offered them to Qi Hang, and this guy had refused. If that wasn’t being fastidious, what was?

Qi Hang: "..."

Qi Hang’s eyes widened, and his voice trembled intermittently with ’chattering’ sounds.

"Ch... I just thought since your... ch... clothes were new... ch..."

His teeth chattered from the cold.

Lin Weiguo, who wasn’t cold to begin with, started to feel cold listening to his ’chattering’.

He got up to pour some hot water.

"Drink some hot water first, warm up a little. We’ll change clothes when we get back to the dormitory. I don’t mind, so stop making a fuss."

It was lucky that the enemy on the other side had been beaten into temporary submission and dared not act rashly; otherwise, with their current state, it was hard to say.

Qi Hang took a sip of hot water, and it made him feel slightly better.

"Whew!" He blew out a breath, "This lousy weather, who knows when the supplies will get here."

Lin Weiguo quickly finished his meal, which had already gone cold, took off his gloves, and threw them to Qi Hang.

"That’s not something we can take care of. Hurry up and eat."

It’s odd when you think about it.

His physical condition seemed much improved this year.

After some thought, Lin Weiguo felt it might have to do with Tangtang.

Qi Hang put on the gloves, and his hands warmed up. Gratefully, he hugged Lin Weiguo’s shoulders.

"Brother..."

Before he could finish his heartfelt words, Lin Weiguo, who had been deep in thought, stretched out his hand to shake off that heavy, heavy arm.

"Stop talking, eat your meal! If you delay it any longer, your food will turn into hard lumps," he reminded in a cold voice.

Qi Hang knew too well how tough this weather was and quickly buried his head in his meal.

After they had eaten, the two returned to their frigid dormitory.

Lin Weiguo took a new cotton coat out of the closet and said, "Put this on."

Qi Hang no longer acted finicky and immediately changed into it.

Only those who have been thoroughly frozen know the bliss of being enveloped in warmth.

"Ah, so warm, Auntie must have used all the cotton at home to make these clothes for you, comfortable!!"

Thinking of his family whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, Lin Weiguo’s eyes glimmered with yearning.

A smile spread across his usually stern face.

Qi Hang saw the smile on his good comrade’s face, and his expression became complicated.

He had received notification from his superiors – Weiguo was about to be transferred from this place.

Who knows if there would still be chances to work together in the future?

He hoped there would be!

Lin Weiguo, unaware of his comrade’s thoughts, noticed something off about Qi Hang’s expression and punched him.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qi Hang came back to his senses and laughed, "Nothing."

’...toot...toot...’

The melodious sound of horns suddenly filled the air.

Lin Weiguo and Qi Hang exchanged a glance and quickly left the dormitory.

"The supplies must have arrived, finally. If they didn’t come soon, we would have been left to drink the northwest wind," Qi Hang said with joy on his face.

The arrival of this batch of supplies was good news for all the stationed soldiers; no one was unhappy.

A faint smile appeared on Lin Weiguo’s face as well.

The two quickly reached their destination.

The soldiers delivering the supplies were covered in snow, their faces red with cold.

The captain leading the supply delivery saluted the soldiers stationed there, "Comrades have worked hard, the supplies have arrived, please take over."

The station chief, Camp Chief Qi, returned the gesture and warmly expressed his gratitude.

"It’s nothing; to serve the people is our duty. Comrades must be tired from climbing the mountain. Wash your face first and warm up by the fire."

With the low temperatures on the mountain, they couldn’t do without hot water or fire.

Once the soldiers who had delivered the supplies had settled down, both sides began the handover of materials.

The captain who led the supply delivery stepped forward, pointing to the hard-earned items they had carried up the mountain.

"Today’s supplies come in two batches, one is allocated by the higher authorities, and another is donated by Comrade Shuangqing, which includes food, cotton clothes, medicines... The list is here, comrades can check it against the items."

Camp Chief Qi thought no wonder this year’s supplies were much more than in previous years.

It was that Comrade Shuangqing again.

"Okay, you’ve worked hard, comrade. It’s getting late, rest here for the night and descend the mountain tomorrow morning," he said.

After speaking, Camp Chief Qi turned to Lin Weiguo and said, "Camp Chief Lin, take the comrades to rest, then come find me."

"Yes," Lin Weiguo stood at attention and saluted.

Then, he led the soldiers who had delivered the supplies away.

Qi Hang watched Lin Weiguo’s receding figure and a sense of reluctance showed on his face.

...the countdown begins, huh!

Camp Chief Qi understood his feelings and sighed lightly, patting Qi Hang’s shoulder.

"There are no endless feasts in the world; this day was bound to come, adjust your state of mind."

Qi Hang stood straight, his eyes slightly reddening.

"Yes! Thank you for your concern, Camp Chief."

This side of the conversation was still unknown to Lin Weiguo.

After seeing the soldiers off, he went to find his leader.

"Camp Chief Qi, you wanted to see me?"

"Sit." Camp Chief Qi pointed to the stool opposite him.

Facilities were spartan, and even in the leader’s room, there wasn’t much to offer; he simply poured a glass of water.

Lin Weiguo got up quickly to take it.

Camp Chief Qi said with a smile, "No need to be so formal, take a seat."

As he spoke, he pulled Lin Weiguo down to sit.

"Comrade Lin, you have been here for quite some years, haven’t you?"

Hearing his leader’s words, Lin Weiguo’s heart rate picked up for no apparent reason, a faint premonition crossing his mind.

"Eight years."

Most of the soldiers stationed here were not able to return home for several years at a time, so Camp Chief Qi was not surprised.

"You’ve worked hard," he said with a sense of poignancy.