The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

The woman in the wheelchair was about to stop it when she opened her mouth, but tears welled up in her eyes first. She turned her head away, reluctant to wipe them with the pillowcase, and could only wipe them away with her sleeve.

"Comrades, you...you don't need to do this..."

Looking at his daughter's small figure and the excited expressions of the mother and her two children, Liang Zhe's eyes welled up with tears.

In his heart, he secretly gave his daughter a thumbs up.

The father and daughter declined the last meal, not wanting to eat at their house. However, before leaving, he secretly slipped the thirty yuan he had in his pocket into Xiaoyu's hand.

Xiao Yu had never seen so much money before and was so frightened that he kept hiding. Liang Zhe reached out and quietly made a "shh" gesture to his lips.

"You're the older brother, promise your uncle you'll take good care of Mom and your younger brother. Use this money to buy Mom medicine and food, but don't spend it recklessly. Can you do that?"

Xiaoyu was asked by his mother to see off the guests, but he didn't expect the guests to make him a request.

He paused for a moment, then immediately brought his legs together and, imitating what his father had taught him, gave a proper military salute.

"Report! Mission accomplished!"

"Good, that's like a little man." Liang Zhe smiled, patted his head, and gently punched his little shoulder.

Xiao Yu's innocent eyes also became resolute.

"Uncle, what's your address? When I grow up, I'll definitely pay you back."

"That's enough for me." Liang Zhe smiled with relief. "Uncle lives where your father works. With him around, Uncle won't have to worry about going hungry anymore."

He knew that Xiaoyu couldn't understand the meaning behind those words yet, nor would he comprehend the greatness of his father, but one day, they would be proud of their father.

After leaving the alley, with Tian Tian's directions, the father and daughter successfully found the bus stop.

The sun had already set, and its afterglow bathed the earth in a warm, orange-red light.

"Daddy," Sweetie suddenly spoke up, "Aren't there many other people like your brother's family, going hungry?"

Liang Zhe pursed his lips, looking at his daughter with gentle eyes. "Tian Tian, ​​our country is still facing many difficulties, and many people may not have enough to eat or wear. But that's not important. What's important is that we have never given up on our ideals, and we have never stopped striving."

"One day, we will ensure that everyone has enough to eat and can live a good life."

"Daddy," Sweetie blinked her round eyes and said earnestly, "when we get back to Grandpa Liu's, let's share our fish, fruit, sweet potatoes, and steamed buns with the uncles and aunts who don't have enough to eat, okay?"

Liang Zhe was taken aback. He squatted down and looked into her eyes. "Sweetie, is that really what you think?"

Although living conditions have improved in the base, it can only be self-sufficient at present due to its large population. However, Tian Tian has clearly taken a higher perspective and is considering the real people's livelihood.

It's hard to imagine that this is the perspective and kindness of a three-year-old child.

"Dad, didn't you say that when we encounter difficulties, we should work together? And when we have something delicious, we should share it with them?"

"Yes, you're right. We must learn to share and help each other." Liang Zhe nodded excitedly. A soldier's duty is not only to complete the task at hand, but also to safeguard the peace of the region and prevent his people from suffering from hunger and hardship.

"Sweetie, your idea is right. When Dad gets back, he will report to Grandpa Liu and arrange for the grain we grow to be delivered to the people."

"Then everyone will definitely thank Daddy." Sweetie happily hugged Liang Zhe's neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"No, Daddy doesn't need to thank you. If anyone should thank you, it should be our little sweetheart!" he said, proudly lifting his daughter up and spinning her around.

"Hahaha... Sweetie's flown away."

Sweetie, like a little bird being lifted up, let out a clear and melodious laugh.

After Professor Qian left Xihua Hall, Zhao Zhifeng and Song Dazhuang were already waiting by the Hongqi sedan. When they saw him come out, they immediately stepped forward and respectfully opened the car door.

After Professor Qian got into the car, Zhao Zhifeng didn't waste any words and immediately drove away. Professor Qian's home was located in the military compound in Beijing, a residence specially approved by the highest leader to protect the safety of Professor Qian and his family.

—This place is heavily guarded, the environment is quiet, and the buildings are inhabited by high-ranking military officers. The security conditions are at the highest level.

Even so, Zhao Zhifeng drove very carefully the whole way, with security personnel escorting him on motorcycles.

Song Dazhuang, on the other hand, followed Professor Qian like a shadow, so much so that others didn't even know where he was hiding.

As the car reached the last street, Zhao Zhifeng slowed down and spoke softly, "Mr. Qian, there's a state-owned department store up ahead with good security. Would you like to go in and take a look?"

The implication was obvious: Professor Qian had not returned home for many years, and it wouldn't be right for him to come home empty-handed; he had to bring something for his family.

Professor Qian had overlooked this matter for a moment. Upon hearing this, he paused slightly, then nodded and said, "Alright."

Zhao Zhifeng immediately issued an order via radio. The group stopped in front of the department store. Song Dazhuang went into the store first and quietly inspected the area. The other security personnel also disguised themselves as plainclothes officers and scattered throughout the store, keeping watch.

After everything was arranged, Professor Qian, accompanied by Zhao Zhifeng, entered the store. However, looking at the dazzling array of goods on the shelves, he couldn't help but feel troubled.

Over the years, he has devoted himself to national defense scientific research, dealing with formulas and experiments all day long, and has never paid attention to everyday trivial matters such as firewood, rice, oil and salt.

He can derive complex formulas with his eyes closed and skillfully write all kinds of high-level academic papers, but he is completely clueless when faced with needles, threads, and everyday items.

He didn't know the purpose of many of the items on the shelves, and he had never even seen them before.

Seeing Professor Qian's blank expression for the first time, Zhao Zhifeng was prepared and took out a small piece of paper from his pocket.

"Mr. Qian, the commander specifically instructed that if you don't know what to buy, you can refer to the items here."

Professor Qian took the slip of paper, quickly scanned it, and his furrowed brows relaxed considerably: "Okay, buy it this way."