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

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Liu, the clerk of the regiment, knocked on the door of the political commissar's office.

"Political Commissar, news just came from the division headquarters that the division commander scolded Sister-in-law Han when he went back at noon."

Xiao Liu reported in a low voice.

"Comrade Song Qingqing boarded the train back to Beijing this morning."

Zhou Bingheng's hand, holding the document, froze in mid-air.

"What did the division commander say?"

Xiao Liu then lowered his voice and continued speaking.

"The division commander has given a strict order that the entire division, including Sister-in-law Han, must not have any further contact with Song Qingqing. This is clearly an intention to completely sever ties."

"I understand, you can go ahead and get back to work."

After Xiao Liu left, Zhou Bingheng put down his pen and leaned back in his chair.

Han Yuzhi released the person ahead of time; this was entirely an accident.

But he felt no anger whatsoever.

If Song Qingqing stayed at the garrison and the division commander married her off to a grassroots cadre, she would still nominally be the division commander's person.

If she causes trouble again in the future and makes a mess of things, the teacher will have to clean up her mess to save face.

This adds another layer of political resistance to his handling of potential problems.

It's fine now.

Han Yuzhi took it upon herself to send the person away, leaving the division commander cornered. In order to protect himself, he had no choice but to sever ties with the division.

This cut was clean and precise.

With this burden gone, his hands and feet were completely free.

This was truly a brilliant unexpected assist.

As for Song Qingqing's defection to Jiang Shuo, it would be inappropriate for him to get involved now.

With her elder brother critically injured and his fate unknown, He Yaozu's spy case set to conclude in two days, and Mianmian still holding the reins of the three outposts' sand onion pilot project, the situation was incredibly complex.

He opened the black notebook beside him and wrote a few words on the latest page: Pay attention to Jiang Shuo's movements.

Zhou Bingheng closed the notebook and glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's almost time to get off work.

My wife has been busy in the vegetable garden all day and only had a couple of bites of dry food for lunch. She must be hungry now.

He grabbed his coat and went outside, heading straight to the logistics department to ask Old Zhang for two pieces of juicy, frozen lamb chops.

*

Su Xingmian held the two engagement letters handed to her by Zhou Bingheng and sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) to read them carefully from beginning to end twice.

"Health consultant: 45 yuan; agricultural advisor: 38 yuan; total: 83 yuan."

She looked up and quickly ran through the numbers in her mind.

"With the military dependents subsidy of 12 yuan, I can now receive 95 yuan per month."

She sat cross-legged, turned her head and stared straight at Zhou Bingheng with a very serious expression.

"Brother, your current monthly salary is 144 yuan."

"Yes, that's right."

Zhou Bingheng was draining the water from the washed vegetables.

"So I still owe you forty-nine yuan."

Zhou Bingheng was immediately amused by her adorable way of confidently calculating the accounts.

He walked over, dried his hands, and gently flicked his hand on the fair forehead.

"You've forgotten. I've already given you the metal box containing the money and the key."

Zhou Bingheng paused, his tone carrying a hint of lighthearted teasing.

"So strictly speaking, you're much richer than me right now."

Su Xingmian was taken aback, but then she understood the logic, and her eyes lit up instantly.

She now holds the reins of the family's finances and can even earn ninety-five yuan herself; life looks incredibly promising.

"In addition to these two appointment letters, the division headquarters also issued tasks."

Zhou Bingheng sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and looked at her.

"Of the three outposts tasked with promoting the use of wild onions, the conditions at Outpost No. 7 are the worst. The division commander specifically requested that you personally lead this task."

"Wow!"

Su Xingmian agreed without the slightest hesitation.

The thought of the immense merit that would be gained from successfully cultivating the sand onions at the thirty-seven outposts made her fingertips tingle with excitement.

As long as the seventh sentry post can be established, the rest of the area is no problem.

"I still can't go with you."

Zhou Bingheng reached out and pressed down a tuft of her hair that was sticking up.

"He Yaozu's case is about to be closed in the next few days, and I need to go to the provincial capital military region for a meeting to give a special report."

The old fox is leaving.

Su Xingmian's shoulders slumped half an inch.

She was used to relying on this large, scorching heat source to restore her demonic power every night, and the sudden separation for a few days left her feeling a little empty.

"Take Xiao Zhao with you. He's skilled and quick-witted. Let him be the first to charge into battle if anything happens. Old Wei will also send two soldiers with you."

Zhou Bingheng pulled her closer to him, and frowned slightly when he felt that her body temperature was still a bit cold.

"Remember to wear warm clothes every day when you're out and about."

Su Xingmian leaned against his shoulder.

The scent of his breath was clean and refreshing.

"When are you coming back?"

Zhou Bingheng patted her thin back, his voice very low.

"Five days if it goes quickly, seven days if it goes slowly. By the time I get back, my older brother should have some good news to share."

Su Xingmian nodded.

She went to the outpost, and who knows how long she'll be out there, so it's not appropriate to say that the old fox has left her.

But she still couldn't bear to part with it.

"You stay at the military region meeting and behave yourself."

Su Xingmian stuck out a finger and poked at the button on his military uniform.

"When I get back from Post No. 7, I'll bring you some fresh shallot dumplings."

Two days later, Su Xingmian, along with Xiao Zhao and agricultural technician Lao Wei, boarded a military jeep heading deep into the Helan Mountains.

On Zhou Bingheng's side, He Yaozu's case has been officially closed, and he will be executed by firing squad tomorrow.

Zhou Bingheng submitted a report requesting to see He Yaozu one last time before the execution of the proceedings.

It's been approved by the higher-ups.

Before going, he changed into a clean new military uniform, with the top button of his collar fastened tightly to the very top.

He was carrying two things: a pot of freshly brewed hot tea and an old, faded black-and-white photograph.

The photo was taken in the spring of 1968 when he led a team past He Yaozu's hometown and made a special detour to the back mountain to take it.

The photograph shows a small earthen grave, neatly tidied up, with fresh soil added to the grave mound, and a bunch of wild chrysanthemums that haven't completely dried yet placed in front of it.

The iron gate opened, and the old hinges made a harsh scraping sound.

He Yaozu was sitting in a wooden chair with iron railings when he heard the noise and looked up.

Looking at Zhou Bingheng, whose body was completely smooth without a single wrinkle, he gave a forced smile as a greeting.

"Bingheng, you've finally arrived."