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As soon as the first spring snow of 1978 melted, the telephones in the North China Military Region's family compound started ringing non-stop.

As soon as Su Xingmian picked up the microphone, Wu Qiuli's uncontrollable sobs came from the other end.

"Mianmian... I received the notification."

On the other end of the phone, Wu Qiuli held the admission notice in her hand, her wrist trembling.

She took several deep breaths before she could barely manage to say a complete sentence smoothly.

"Number one in the province, Beijing University of Political Science and Law."

Wu Qiuli wiped away her tears, her voice tinged with laughter.

"I can study law now. You said back then that if I passed the exam, you would give me a Hero fountain pen as a congratulatory gift. You can't go back on your word."

Su Xingmian smiled.

The textbook series that were sent has finally yielded its most fruitful results.

"I already bought the fountain pen, and it even has a gold nib. Study hard when you get to the capital. Those women who want freedom will be counting on you in the future."

Just as she hung up Wu Qiuli's call, before she could even turn around to pour herself a glass of water, the phone rang urgently again.

This time, it was Liu Xiaomai who took over.

"Mianmian, I got accepted. I ranked 13th in the province and went to Beijing University of Finance and Economics."

Compared to Wu Qiuli's tears of joy, Liu Xiaomai's laughter made the microphone buzz loudly.

That girl, who was once kidnapped by human traffickers and taken to a cellar, relied on her tenacity, like wild grass that could never be crushed, to work her way up to become the director of the Northwest Agricultural and Sideline Products Processing Plant.

Now, she is about to enter one of the country's top universities to see a wider world.

"My studies don't interfere with my work at the factory. The newly promoted deputy is very capable."

"Mianmian, Xintang City invited me to open a branch factory, I..."

Su Xingmian smiled and agreed to each one. The warmth in her heart was more real than any merit or golden light.

Time flew by and it was summer of 1978.

Tangshi, construction site of Kailuan New Mining Area.

The scorching sun baked the freshly turned yellow earth.

Wearing a safety helmet and clutching a roll of blueprints, Li Shouyi strode briskly through the scaffolding.

He grabbed a wooden support that had just been brought into the site, took out a tape measure and measured around it, then kicked the wooden stake hard.

"Which brat inspected the goods?"

Li Shouyi pointed at the young technician in charge of the acceptance inspection and started yelling at him.

"The moisture content of this wood is wrong, and the preservative coating is not applied properly. Send it all back for resending."

The technician shrank back and tried to explain.

"Old mine manager, this batch of materials is slightly subpar, but it won't affect the overall situation; the construction period is tight..."

"Bullshit!"

Li Shouyi's eyes widened as he pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

"The eighth-level earthquake resistance standard is an ironclad rule; even a millimeter less in thickness is unacceptable."

He took a deep breath and pointed to a huge stone monument standing in the center of the new square not far away.

"More than 20 years ago, I worked in a coal mine here. Two years ago, a major earthquake razed this place to the ground. Today, we are rebuilding it here."

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying throughout the entire work area.

"Go and look at that monument! The four characters 'Prepare for a rainy day' are in the handwriting of our old commander! If it weren't for Political Commissar Zhou of the North China Military Region coming to my door in the middle of the night and forcing me to seal the well, more than 1,200 of our brothers in Kailuan would have been turned to ashes long ago."

He grabbed the substandard wooden stake and threw it directly onto the truck.

"In Tang City, anyone who dares to cut corners on earthquake-resistant materials is playing with people's lives. Give me a refund. If the project is delayed, I'll personally go to the ministry to write a self-criticism."

……

Family compound of the North China Military Region.

Su Xingmian opened the door, carrying a bag of freshly picked tomatoes.

There was almost no room to step in the entire living room.

The sofa, coffee table, and TV cabinet were covered with banners and thank-you notes of all sizes.

The golden tassels and gilded lettering were so dazzling they made your eyes dizzy.

Huai Zheng was spreading two brocade banners on the floor, rolling around on them and laughing heartily.

Huai Mu sat cross-legged on a banner that read "Graceful Rebirth," holding a book in his hands, reading intently and completely undisturbed by his sister.

The kitchen curtain was lifted, and Zhou Bingheng came out carrying two large bowls of noodles with soybean paste.

He glanced at the red stains all over the ground, his expression remaining extremely calm.

He walked over to Huai Zheng, grabbed his daughter by the back of her collar with one hand, lifted her out of the pile of banners, and placed her steadily on the stool in front of the dining table.

"Eat, then wash your hands."

Zhou Bingheng turned around and took the net from Su Xingmian's hand.

"Another batch arrived from Tang City today. The locals couldn't stop the people; they all sent it directly to the military region's mailroom via postal parcels."

When the autumn winds rose, a letter from Tang City arrived in Su Xingmian's hands.

It was sent by Liu Xiaomai, who went to Tangshi to inspect the processing plant.

A black and white photograph fell out of the envelope.

The photo shows a huge granite sculpture that has been completed in the central square of Tangshi New City.

A man and a woman stood side by side. The man was dressed in a crisp military uniform, his back straight as a rifle.

The woman stood beside him, wearing a wreath made of locust flowers on her head.

On the base of the sculpture, eight large characters are deeply engraved.

"To plan ahead and protect all living beings."

The letter read: "Director Su, this was built by the spontaneous donations of a million people in Tang City, every penny counted. Everyone says that no matter how the government rewards us, the people have their own way of knowing what's going on."

Su Xingmian looked at the photo quietly for a while, then tucked it into the title page of "Su's Northwest Agricultural Book".

……

1980 spring.

The first phase of the North China Three-North Shelterbelt Project has been officially completed.

Su Xingmian stood on the tall monitoring tower, the wind blowing through her long hair.

As far as the eye can see, a green Great Wall stretching for hundreds of miles lies across the horizon, firmly keeping the yellow sand out.

Eight years ago, she planted her first Haloxylon ammodendron seedling on the Gobi Desert in the Helan Mountains.

Eight years later, this green barrier has crossed mountains and rivers, extending from the Northwest all the way to the North China Plain.

The sandstorms have stopped, and lush greenery has returned.

Summer arrived in the blink of an eye.

In the military region office, two transfer orders stamped with a large red steel seal were issued simultaneously.

Zhou Bingheng walked in with the documents and handed one of them to Su Xingmian.

Zhou Bingheng, deputy military-level director of the political department of the North China Military Region, has been promoted to military-level political commissar and will be transferred to the Northeast Military Region to assume his duties, effective immediately.

Su Xingmian lowered her eyes and looked at the portion in her hand.

Su Xingmian, deputy director of the North China Three-North Shelterbelt Construction Bureau, has been promoted to director and will be transferred to the Northeast region, effective immediately, to take full responsibility for the planning and construction of the northeastern section of the Three-North Shelterbelt.

She looked up and met Zhou Bingheng's gaze.

They both laughed.

Su Xingmian waved the transfer order in his hand, his tone slightly mischievous.

"Political Commissar Zhou, you've really stretched your reach far enough."

Zhou Bingheng walked over, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her on the lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Husbands and wives should stand together through thick and thin. I went to the higher authorities specifically to apply for it, and they had to approve it whether they wanted to or not."

Su Xingmian was amused by his sly old fox-like appearance and returned the kiss.

"We had a fairly long vacation before we went to Northeast China."

She leaned against him, her voice very soft.

"I want to take the children back to Pingxi Village for a visit."

Zhou Bingheng tightened his grip on her arm.

"Okay, I'll go pack my luggage now."