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

On the east side of the family compound, Xiao Zhao had already taken off his coat and started turning over the soil.

Su Xingmian and her three sisters-in-law picked up the stones they had turned over.

Just then, a person came from the edge of the field.

Ma Chunlan, the wife of the battalion commander, is in her early thirties. She is from the north, tall, loud, and straightforward, but she has a sharp tongue.

She is also a long-time resident of the family compound, and has been cultivating her own plot of land for three years. She is the military spouse in the entire military region who is best at growing winter-stored cabbage.

She glanced sideways at the piece of land in front of Su Xingmian and scoffed.

"Those logistics guys really know how to get things done. They don't give out good land, but they specifically allocate this kind of wasteland to others."

She looked at Su Xingmian and sized her up.

"You're the political commissar's new wife? I heard she can do acupuncture?"

Su Xingmian nodded: "Hello, sister-in-law."

Ma Chunlan snorted: "Knowing how to give acupuncture is a good thing, but farming and giving acupuncture are two different things."

She pointed to the ground.

"It's October, you need to seize the last window of opportunity to grow winter-stored cabbage; there's no chance of growing anything else. Do you know how to grow winter-stored cabbage?"

Su Xingmian: "We don't grow cabbages."

Ma Chunlan raised an eyebrow: "What else should we grow if not cabbages?"

Su Xingmian: "Plant spinach, plant wild onions, plant cilantro."

Ma Chunlan's expression cracked.

"Plant spinach in October?" Her voice rose a half-tone, and she almost laughed out loud.

"Girl, do you have no idea what autumn is like in the Helan Mountains? After a frost, spinach seeds planted there will freeze to death in three days!"

Su Xingmian wasn't angry. She looked at her seriously and said, "Sister-in-law, let's wait a couple of days and see."

Ma Chunlan waved her hand, deciding not to argue with her anymore. As she turned to leave, she muttered to herself:

"Those from the South just don't understand. Even if the political commissar spoils you, he still has to be reasonable. Isn't this just wasting seeds?"

Zhang Cuihua was getting anxious and was about to retort when Su Xingmian grabbed her sleeve and shook her head.

"It's alright, sister-in-law. What she said makes sense."

Zhang Cuihua stomped her foot angrily: "What kind of logic is that? She just can't stand that you're young, pretty, and know how to do acupuncture. She's always talking back!"

She lowered her voice and added, "Seeing that her man couldn't win the position of regimental commander, and since Wu is close to you, she's taking it out on you."

Su Xingmian smiled, a glint of green flashing in her eyes.

The principles are something that arise naturally once you cultivate them.

Over the next few days, ignoring the skepticism of those in the family compound, Su Xingmian proceeded at her own pace.

In the morning, I took Wu Qiuli's pulse and gave her acupuncture. After that, I spent the rest of the time in that field.

Zhou Bingheng gave her his full support, with only one condition: she was not allowed to sneak out at night.

During the day, there were too many people around, and at night he wanted to secretly use his demonic power to improve the soil, but he didn't expect to be discovered by the old fox as soon as he sneaked out.

I was caught and brought back to soak my feet—a lesson learned.

"Mianmian, this is the military base, not Pingxi Village."

His voice was very low.

"There are sentries patrolling at night. Do you know the consequences if you're mistaken for a suspicious person? Even if they know you, what kind of talk will it make if word gets out that you're alone in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night?"

Seeing that things were not going well, Su Xingmian lowered her eyelashes and said, "Brother, I was wrong."

But the scalding heat was still suppressed.

Su Xingmian's hands were tied behind her back, and she leaned against him.

Just as her tongue began to ache, it finally ended.

"Mianmian, you've been disobedient, so you deserve a lesson."

Panting, Su Xingmian thought, "Is this for real? Can I have more?"

I don't know if they saw through me, but then there was a "smack".

The force was not strong.

Su Xingmian took a moment to react.

It looks like she was hit.

She froze, a strange emotion welling up inside her. Confusion mixed with shame and anger.

It wasn't mentioned in the book that husbands would hit their wives...this part of their body.

Her mind went blank; she didn't know how to react, but her body made the choice first.

She recalled seeing young women in the village suffer injustice, their eyes red and brimming with tears.

Her eyes welled up with tears instantly.

Zhou Bingheng noticed immediately and quickly picked the person up to comfort them.

The domineering flower, accustomed to being pampered, immediately made her demands.

"Two kisses are needed for it to be alright."

The heat in her ears hadn't subsided when Zhang Cuihua's loud voice pulled her back to reality.

"Girl, how did you get these seeds? Do they really grow?"

Su Xingmian covered her slightly hot cheek.

"Yes, if we follow the breeding and seed selection methods taught by my grandmother, and the seeds have been soaked in the solution, they will definitely germinate quickly."

There was nothing she could do; the old fox wouldn't let her run out at night, so she had to find another way and tamper with the seeds.

The seeds were infused with demonic power, making them even more suitable for this land.

Unexpectedly, it actually succeeded. She also came up with another way to hide her demonic power and promote it in the future.

Zhang Cuihua looked up at the sky and saw that it was indeed quite sunny.

"Hey girl, look how sunburnt your face is. Go sit over there for a while. I'll work with them, and we'll finish planting this plot of land in no time."

Su Xingmian coughed lightly, not daring to look Zhang Cuihua in the eye, and nodded as she sat down on the edge of the field.

Today is a clear and crisp autumn day, a rare sunny day without any sandstorms.

The temperature difference between day and night has increased. Now, with the sun shining brightly, the highest temperature can reach over 20 degrees Celsius, but the temperature drops sharply at night, reaching minus 3 degrees Celsius.

When Old Zhang drove up in his tractor, there were two tin barrels in the back, the water rattling around.

Accompanying him was Xiao Liu, a clerk from the regimental headquarters, in his early twenties, tall and thin, sitting on the side of the truck bed with a notebook in his arms, grimacing from the jolting.

The tractor stopped at the edge of the field, and Old Zhang jumped off and shouted towards them:

"The water has been delivered to you! It was brought from the logistics reservoir. Two buckets today, and we'll deliver it every other day thereafter."

Zhang Cuihua quickly went over to help move the tin buckets.

Su Xingmian sat motionless on the edge of the field, holding a handful of freshly turned pebbles in her hand, but her ear was turned half an inch to the side.

After carrying the buckets, Old Zhang dusted off his hands and stood behind the tractor talking to Xiao Liu.

The two people were speaking in hushed tones with their backs to each other, but to Su Xingmian it was no different than them whispering in her ear.

Xiao Liu flipped through the notebook:

"Make a couple more supply trips before winter, and the cost will be covered by the regiment's logistics budget."

He hesitated for a moment: "But this account is under the regimental logistics department's name. What if the audit at the end of the year asks about it..."

"Why are you asking?"

Old Zhang slapped the truck bed.

"Increasing reserves before winter is a matter of course; it's the same every year. The political commissar's report was well-written and the reasons were sound; even the division headquarters couldn't find fault with it."

He paused, glanced at Su Xingmian, and only lowered his head further after confirming that the distance was far enough.

"Why do you think the political commissar signed this order?"

Xiao Liu shook his head.

Old Zhang sneered:

"He was afraid his wife wouldn't be able to grow any vegetables, and they wouldn't have enough to eat in the winter, which would make him lose face."

"We've prepared a backup plan in advance. If the crops grow well, everyone will be happy. If they don't grow well, this 30% purchase volume will cover the rest, so no one will go hungry."

Xiao Liu suddenly realized: "Then what is the political commissar doing...?"

"What do you call this? This is called loving your wife to the bone."

Old Zhang gave a thumbs up, his lips curling upwards into a wide smile.

"The political commissar's meaning is very simple: let his wife do whatever she wants, he'll support her. If she wins, it's a skill; if she loses, it's not shameful."

"Let's not worry about anything else, just focus on doing our jobs well."

Xiao Liu nodded, stuffed the notebook into his satchel, and followed Lao Zhang onto the tractor.

They sped off into the distance.

Su Xingmian clenched and unclenched the pebbles in her hand.

The old fox didn't mention a word to her.

Su Xingmian threw the pebbles onto the edge of the ground, stood up, and dusted off her trousers.

Zhang Cuihua was carrying buckets of water towards the field when she passed by and called out:

"Hey girl, stay seated, we'll take care of watering the plants!"

"Um."

Su Xingmian responded, her expression remaining unchanged.

But when she lowered her head, her ears felt a little hot.