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

When Su Xingmian opened the door, Zhang Cuihua grabbed Su Xingmian's arm and pulled him eastward.

"It's all white. The cabbage stalks on my own land are all frozen. Your shady side must be in even worse shape."

Su Xingmian wrapped her clothes tighter and didn't quicken her pace.

Before we even reached the east wall, the noise from the well reached our ears.

Ma Chunlan's voice was just as loud as Zhang Cuihua's, and it even carried a hint of schadenfreude.

"What did I say a few days ago? Planting spinach in October? That's a joke!"

"The seeds must have all frozen to death. Old Wei said it himself, the first autumn frost in Helan Mountain is the most severe."

Several military wives who were drawing water gathered around the well. Some chimed in with their opinions, while others remained silent, but no one refuted them.

Ma Chunlan hadn't had enough of her rant, and her voice grew even louder.

"That's true. How could a girl from the South understand the weather in the Northwest? Farming and acupuncture are two completely different things."

She paused, then chuckled.

"The logistics department worked so hard to allocate seeds and fertilizer, aren't you heartbroken to waste them? If you ask me, it's more worthwhile to learn how to knit sweaters properly."

A voice nearby interjected in a low voice, "Her husband didn't win this time either, and he's furious."

Ma Chunlan either didn't hear it, or if she did, she didn't care and strolled away with her bucket.

Zhang Cuihua clenched her fists so tightly they cracked, and lowered her voice: "Was it really necessary for her? Running to the well and shouting like she wanted the whole courtyard to hear?"

Su Xingmian remained silent.

She walked to the edge of the field and squatted down.

The straw was stiff from the frost. Lifting a corner revealed a layer of white crust on the surface soil, which was hard to the touch with a fingernail.

Zhang Cuihua also squatted down and looked at it for a long time, her face gradually darkening.

"Hey girl, is this a seed...?"

Su Xingmian pressed her palm against the frozen ground, and her demonic power seeped down her palm.

The seeds on the surface remained quietly tucked inside their shells, while the embryo remained motionless.

The demonic power didn't stop; it continued to probe downwards.

Half a meter underground, the roots are pushing deeper and deeper like crazy.

Densely packed.

They pierced through the salt flats, bypassed the gravel, and plunged down one after another.

The very tip of the root is less than half a meter away from the underground water vein.

Su Xingmian withdrew her demonic power and clapped her hands.

"Sister-in-law, no rush."

Zhang Cuihua rubbed her hands together: "Sister, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that this frost..."

"Wait a little longer."

Su Xingmian stood up and brushed the dust off her knees.

Once the roots take hold in the water layer, there will naturally be activity above.

She's not in a hurry.

With her as a fierce flower, there's no soil she can't pierce.

In the afternoon, Lao Zhang from the logistics department drove a tractor to deliver water, and there was someone sitting in the back of the tractor.

Wei Guodong.

He jumped out of the car and headed straight for Su Xingmian's plot of land, then squatted down and started digging.

He turned over the straw and topsoil with a shovel, then took out a small shovel from his pocket and dug down layer by layer.

I dug with two shovelfuls of water and then stopped.

The seeds lay untouched in the soil, their outer shells tightly closed, showing no sign of germination.

Su Xingmian stood to the side and did not stop him.

How come you dug up this one so easily? Dig deeper and look at the other seeds.

Wei Guodong filled the soil back in and patted his knees.

"Comrade Su, growing vegetables isn't an option right now."

He looked at her, then at Old Zhang.

"My suggestion is to plant alfalfa. It is cold-resistant and alkaline-resistant. If you sow it in October, it can overwinter. Next spring, you can harvest a crop to feed the horses and use it as green manure to nourish them."

He counted on his fingers.

"Let's wait two and a half years, and once the soil is ready, then we can try planting cabbage and radishes."

Old Zhang's face was full of trouble as he turned to look at Su Xingmian.

Su Xingmian lowered her head and glanced at the pit that had been filled back in.

"Uncle Wei, I understand."

She looked up.

"But the seed isn't dead, give me a few more days."

Wei Guodong opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He patted her on the shoulder. "Okay, you handle it."

The tractor sputtered away into the distance.

The news spread faster than the wind in the family compound.

They knew everything, from cooking in the front yard to hanging clothes to drying in the backyard.

The seeds on the land belonging to the political commissar's wife froze to death and did not sprout.

At that time, the division commander's wife, Han Yuzhi, was picking vegetables at the door with two older women.

After listening, he only said one sentence: "It's a good thing that young people are energetic; we should encourage them more and discourage them less."

The words were spoken politely.

But when she had dinner with her superior that evening, she picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, then put it down.

"Old Wu, do you think we should ask Zhou Bingheng to keep an eye on his wife? She's always causing trouble on that piece of wasteland, and it's the talk of the town in the residential compound."

The division commander silently ate his meal.

"Don't meddle in things that happen in the hospital."

Han Yuzhi paused on the rim of her bowl with her chopsticks, without replying.

She remembered Song Qingqing's red-eyed face when she came to say goodbye before leaving.

Some things remained unsaid, kept to myself.

*

Su Xingmian was unaware that the division commander's wife had a problem with her.

The old fox didn't say anything; she didn't care what outsiders thought.

The roots are still pushing deeper underground. She just needs to wait.

Wu Qiuli came over as usual to get acupuncture, and after the treatment, she sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) to rest for a while.

"Mianmian, I heard about it. Don't take it to heart. Ma Chunlan never thinks before she speaks."

Su Xingmian wiped the silver needles clean and put them back into the needle pouch.

"I didn't take it to heart."

Wu Qiuli glanced at her and changed the subject.

"The jujube tree in your yard has yielded a lot of fruit. The jujubes that have been touched by frost are twice as sweet, so now is the perfect time to pick them."

Su Xingmian peeked out the window.

The branches of the oleaster tree were covered with bright red fruit, bending the branches under their weight; it was indeed growing abnormally.

After moving in, the scent of plants emanated from my body day and night, and the plants in the yard benefited from it.

In the afternoon, I called over a few of my sisters-in-law to help.

Zhang Cuihua carried bamboo baskets, Zhao Hongmei spread out old bed sheets to catch the falling fruit, Li Xiuying climbed the branches to throw the fruit down, and Sister Liu put her hands on her hips to direct the operation.

They picked a large basketful, and several people squatted down to sort it.

"These sour jujubes are really strange, they're so big and red."

Zhao Hongmei picked one up and held it up to the setting sun.

"I've seen all the jujube trees in the family compound, but none of them are as good as yours."

Sister Liu hadn't even finished spitting out the jujube pits when she started eating.

"Let me tell you, this house was empty for more than two years before. Back then, this tree was so thin and weak that I was even thinking of having someone cut it down for firewood."

She glanced at Su Xingmian.

"Why did the trees seem to have suddenly become intelligent after the political commissar's wife moved in?"

Zhang Cuihua nudged her with her elbow from the side.

"That's called a lucky house."

Su Xingmian smiled with her eyes lowered, but didn't reply.

Wu Qiuli sat on a small stool, slowly munching on sour dates; she had developed a fondness for them during her pregnancy.

"Don't eat all these sour dates. Keep half of them, dry them, grind them into powder, and mix them into flour to make steamed buns. They'll be sweet and fragrant."

I'll give it a try later.

Su Xingmian held two sour dates, looking extremely serious.

The setting sun painted the courtyard wall orange-red, and the sisters-in-law laughed and joked as they divided the sour dates and went their separate ways.

The courtyard quieted down.

Su Xingmian squatted down next to the flowerpot and reached out to touch the night-blooming cereus.

It was no longer a seedling; the green stalk was already as thick as a finger, trembling slightly under her fingertip.

Her lips moved.

"Just wait a little longer."

He stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

I stopped halfway and looked back at the east wall outside the courtyard gate.

Beneath that patch of ground, roots were penetrating the last ten centimeters of hard, saline soil.

Su Xingmian's lips curled up; it seemed the results would be out tomorrow.

The next morning, Zhang Cuihua smashed her courtyard gate again.

This time, his voice was even louder.

"Girl! It's sprouted!!!"

Su Xingmian opened the courtyard gate.

Zhang Cuihua's face turned bright red, and she waved her hand to the east.

"It's all green! Ma Chunlan stood at the edge of the field, her face turning pale!"