The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

The mechanical buzzing sound at the gate grew farther and farther away, finally disappearing completely more than 500 meters away.

Su Xingmian withdrew her senses and turned to go inside.

Song Qingqing is gone, but the name mentioned by the system is still on her mind.

Wu Qiuli.

The female protagonist of the original book is the wife of Battalion Commander Liang.

The system said it would use her as a stepping stone.

Inside the house, Zhang Cuihua, the round-faced woman who was in charge, shoved a bag of eggs into Su Xingmian's hand, speaking as if they had known each other for ten years.

"Girl, is that face real?"

Su Xingmian didn't quite understand the question.

What does it mean for a face to be real?

She reached out and touched her cheek; her fingertip pressed down and bounced back, the texture similar to a flower petal.

Of course it's real. It took five years to grow out of its human form, layer by layer. It's even more genuine than these eggs.

Is it possible for humans to remove their faces and replace them with new ones?

That's so convenient.

Before she could answer, Zhang Cuihua had already processed the blow herself, and turned to pull her two sisters-in-law along.

"Look how well the political commissar has tidied up his house! He even sealed the window cracks with two layers!"

She tried to pry at the tar paper on the window frame with her fingers, but after a lot of effort she couldn't get it off. She then turned to Li Xiuying and gestured.

"Look at my blockhead husband, he hasn't even built me ​​a wardrobe in ten years of marriage."

"Last time there was a strong wind, sand poured in through the window cracks, and by the end of the bowl of noodles, it was full of sand."

Li Xiuying ignored the conversation; she was flipping through the clam oil on the table.

"Wow, ten boxes."

She braced herself against the edge of the table with one hand and turned the box over with the other to look at the label on the bottom.

"I'm only rationed two boxes a year. Has the political commissar emptied out the logistics warehouse?"

Zhao Hongmei didn't say much; she was looking at Su Xingmian's hands.

Those hands were so tender they glowed, their nails were transparent and pinkish, without a single dry line.

Zhao Hongmei tucked her hands into her sleeves. In the two years she had been there, the cracks on the back of her hands had never healed in the winter.

As Su Xingmian poured brown sugar water for her three sisters-in-law, she mentally labeled them.

Zhang Cuihua, a poplar tree, is high-profile and has a strong vitality, but it is afraid of drought and needs water and attention.

Li Xiuying, like a poplar tree, is silent and resilient, with deep roots, and does not easily express her opinions.

Zhao Hongmei, Yushu, is honest and slow to warm up, but once she makes up her mind, she doesn't easily change it.

Such complex interpersonal networks do not exist in the plant world.

But her grandmother had told her that human relationships are like plant roots: the unseen underground parts are far more important than the visible above-ground parts.

Three good trees.

First, establish a good symbiotic relationship.

As they were talking, Zhang Cuihua's loud voice suddenly went out, and she lowered her voice to a level that only the three of them could hear.

Su Xingmian's ears immediately perked up.

If a loud person suddenly falls silent, there must be something that needs to be quieted down.

"Hey girl, aren't you the one people are talking about, the one who rescued several girls in the cellar?"

The news spread so fast?

Zhang Cuihua slapped her thigh.

"Yesterday, Battalion Commander Liang's wife told us that you saved two girls who were on the verge of death in the cellar with silver needles, and that you were taken away by the head of the human traffickers."

"You're only eighteen, girl!"

Su Xingmian lowered her head and ran her fingers around the rim of the enamel mug.

She did those things for the sake of merit, and it had nothing to do with whether she was brave or not.

But this feeling of being cared for is unfamiliar.

It's warm.

"The skills my grandmother taught me."

She only said this one sentence.

The eyes of all three sisters-in-law turned red simultaneously.

I don't know who spread the rumor first, but the girl has no relatives left, and her only grandmother has also passed away.

Li Xiuying put down the enamel mug and spoke up for the first time.

"By the way, did you know that the Song family's daughter stayed here for several months?"

Su Xingmian's fingers paused for a moment.

"Which Song family?"

"The division commander's niece, her name is Song Qingqing."

Zhang Cuihua took over the conversation, lowering her voice even further.

"One time, it was past nine o'clock at night, and she stood alone at the entrance of the Political Commissar's compound for twenty minutes."

She gestured towards Zhao Hongmei with her lips.

"Old Zhao and his wife bumped into them while they were taking a walk."

Zhao Hongmei didn't deny it, but quietly added a sentence.

"My husband saw it."

While refilling the hot water, Su Xingmian archived the message.

Stand at the gate of the courtyard for twenty minutes at nine o'clock in the evening.

This woman was even more anxious than the system indicated.

"And then?" Su Xingmian looked up, looking both curious and bewildered.

"later?"

Zhang Cuihua pouted.

"The political commissar didn't open the door at all."

"The next day, everything was the same as before; he didn't even glance at her."

"That political commissar of your family!"

Zhang Cuihua gave Su Xingmian a thumbs up.

"The most difficult hill to attack in the entire garrison, bar none."

Su Xingmian smiled with her eyes lowered.

Once the Queen of the Night flower has taken over its territory, other vines don't need to bother climbing it.

Zhao Hongmei was the first to stand up and said she would go back and pickle a jar of sauerkraut and bring it over.

Zhang Cuihua and Li Xiuying couldn't sit still either. One said she wanted to find two pairs of cotton insoles, and the other said she had a piece of floral fabric and wanted to cut a blouse for her.

Su Xingmian stood at the gate of the courtyard to see them off.

The three women were still looking back as they reached the alley entrance.

When Zhou Bingwen returned from outside, he saw Su Xingmian holding a bunch of things in her hands: eggs, steamed buns, a handful of peanuts, and a pair of old but clean velvet gloves.

"Have your wives come by?"

Su Xingmian nodded.

"They're enthusiastic towards you partly because you're the political commissar's wife."

Zhou Bingwen weighed the peanuts in his hand and popped two into his mouth.

"Everything related to performance evaluation, housing allocation, and resource distribution has to go through my second brother. As the political commissar's wife, you're practically their second brother's boss."

He paused, then touched his nose.

"As for your other half, you're the only one who looks like that within a fifty-mile radius. Who wouldn't want to take a second look?"

Su Xingmian ignored him and looked down at the peanuts and cornbread in her hand.

The women's hands were all cracked.

The wind and sand are strong, the water source is poor, vegetables cannot be grown, and we can only eat a few fresh dishes throughout the year.

She is the Queen Flower Fairy.

Improving soil is simpler than breathing.

Just as it was getting dark, the gate to the courtyard rang.

Zhou Bingheng pushed open the door and came in, his military cap tucked under his arm, his top button fastened tightly.

I glanced around the room as I entered.

On the table, there was an extra dish of stir-fried shredded potatoes, a bowl of pickled radish, and half a plate of peanuts.

"Sister Zhang gave us shredded potatoes, Sister Li gave us pickled radishes, and Sister Zhao gave us peanuts."

Su Xingmian recited all three items verbatim, even including the house number.

"Zhang Cuihua, number three in the first row; Li Xiuying, number one in the second row; and Zhao Hongmei, number five in the first row."

Zhou Bingheng hung his military cap on a nail behind the door without stopping.

She had only been there a day when she memorized the names of the three core women in the family compound.

Zhang Cuihua is the person in charge in this area; her approval is tantamount to the family compound's tacit agreement.

He didn't make those arrangements.

She did it herself.

Zhou Bingheng sat down at the table and picked up his chopsticks.

Su Xingmian was eating a steamed bun across from him, alternating between bites of bun and shredded potato, his cheeks bulging out.

She spoke after eating the second steamed bun.

"elder brother."

Zhou Bingheng paused for a moment while picking up food with his chopsticks.

Every time she calls him "brother," she has something to say.

"The women's vegetable gardens can't grow any vegetables."

She swallowed the steamed bun in her mouth.

"I want to try the method my grandma taught me."

Zhou Bingheng put down his chopsticks.

"If we can improve the yield of the vegetable garden, it will be of great significance to the supply of non-staple foods for the entire garrison."

Su Xingmian stopped eating her steamed bun.

When she mentioned growing vegetables, he was thinking about the entire area.

"After you get your certificate, I'll tell the logistics director to approve base fertilizer and farm tools for you."

He picked up the enamel mug and took a sip of water.

"Apply for an experimental field in your name. If it works well, promote it throughout the entire family compound."

Su Xingmian held the steamed bun for a long time without moving it.

He simply paved a path for her to plant vegetables.

Once the experimental field is established, she will no longer be just the political commissar's wife; she will have her own position and reasons why her sisters-in-law cannot do without her.

Su Xingmian stuffed the steamed bun into her mouth and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Brother is amazing."

The last syllable of her voice was both sweet and charming.

Zhou Bingheng pursed his lips and glanced at her.

"Don't talk while you eat."

Su Xingmian shut up.

He shut his mouth, rubbed his shoe under the table, then pulled it back, looking innocent as he continued to eat his steamed bun.

Zhou Bingheng glanced down at the bottom of the table.

I didn't see anything.

He picked up his chopsticks and continued eating, his ears turning half an inch redder than before.

Zhou Bingwen was sitting on the doorstep eating a cornbread when he saw this scene. He stuffed a large piece of cornbread into his mouth, choking himself and the words he wanted to say.

After finishing her meal, Su Xingmian tried to clear the table, but Zhou Bingheng snatched it away from her.

She went to see Zhou Bingwen off.

At the entrance of the courtyard, Zhou Bingwen stood for a while with his satchel on his back.

"Second sister-in-law, I'll be returning to the capital after the wedding the day after tomorrow."

Su Xingmian nodded.

"Call me if you need anything in the future."

He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"I've discussed Song Qingqing's matter with my second brother."

He frowned slightly as he said this, with a seriousness beyond his years.

"My second brother told you not to worry, but that woman isn't clean, so be careful."

Su Xingmian smiled.

"understood."

Zhou Bingwen walked out of the alley and looked back one last time.

Under the moonlight, Su Xingmian stood at the courtyard gate, wrapped in a military overcoat that was three sizes too big, with a layer of fine moonlight falling on her hair.

He turned and left.

Su Xingmian closed the courtyard gate and squatted down as she passed the window.

The seed in the flowerpot has sprouted its fourth root, one more than it did in the afternoon.

The mechanical voice sounded again.

[Host, Wu Qiuli will be going to the clinic for a routine physical examination tomorrow morning.]

[As a doctor in the medical team, the host should return to work as soon as possible to create opportunities to spend time together.]

Su Xingmian stood up and patted the dirt off her hands.

Wu Qiuli.

Liang Jin's wife.

See you tomorrow.

The sound of water could be heard coming from inside the house.

Zhou Bingheng is washing dishes.

Su Xingmian leaned against the door frame and glanced inside.

The tall figure in front of the stove had his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, with gauze peeking out from under his sleeves. He used his right hand to wash the dishes because his left hand was injured. His movements as he washed the dishes were methodical and meticulous, just as serious as when he handled official documents.

Su Xingmian looked away and down at the flowerpot.

The old fox of the Overlord Flower is not so easy to steal.