Mo Bai handed the water to Gu Wei'an, "Comrade." You drink water. ”

"Thank you."

Gu Wei'an took the hot water handed over by Mo Bai, and the electric current transmitted slightly by his fingertips climbed densely into the atrium.

Just now, when Gu Wei'an was dealing with Wang Xiaohuo's matter, Mo Bai and Mo Xi talked about the watermelon farm, but Mo Bai was very worried that Han Cuihua would come over to make trouble at any time.

As if he could see through her thoughts, Gu Wei'an put the ceramic cup that he drank to the bottom on the table, "Comrade Xiaomo." Grandpa Mo, I will send a special person to take care of it, you can rest assured. ”

Although there was wind outside the window, it was warm because of the sun.

The atmosphere here at the watermelon farm is highly tense.

"Director Sun, I see this matter in accordance with Senior Gu's intentions." Zhong Ping had a calculation in his heart, "Although Senior Gu asked you to come to the watermelon farm for field exploration, it must be a test of your determination." ”

"You're in the same place with me." Sun Liang nodded and touched his chin, "In this way, Captain Zhong, you immediately write me a report letter about Wang Xiaohuo, and I will bring it to the Haicheng Military Region." ”

"Director Sun is thinking about ......"

Zhong Ping didn't say it explicitly, and the two of them looked at each other.

After Director Sun left, the next person told Zhong Ping that reporter Liu Guangkun had already walked to the seventh group.

Because of the sudden attack of Master Gu, Captain Zheng is mobilizing the active people in the group to repair the shed where he stays.

"This is, reporter Liu of Haicheng Daily."

Xiao Li and Zheng Bin introduced.

"What are you busy with in your free time?"

Zheng Bin rubbed his hands, "Write letters with my family and discuss my new life in the future with my comrades." ”

Liu Guangkun looked around and said with emotion, "Your group alone has divided thousands of acres of land, and relief grain will come from above in the future, can people rely on this to make it?" ”

"When the comrades of the watermelon farm heard that the grain was distributed above, they must be more energetic than they were at the beginning of the year. Poverty motivates people to struggle, and with the heart of victory, there is no task that cannot be accomplished, and there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome. ”

"It's good to have this drive."

Liu Guangkun said as he made notes and took a few sets of photos symbolically.

At this time, a comrade from the eighth group who repaired the shed fell to the ground, and several farm leaders were busy carrying people away.

Liu Guangkun followed closely behind them, and the two of them dragged an old man with glasses, shouting, "Let me go!" ”

"What's going on?"

I had heard that there was a situation of starvation on the watermelon farm, but there was no evidence, and now I saw the dying uncle, out of the instinct of the reporter, after taking the photo, he asked.

I don't know who muttered in the crowd, "Is it because I ate grass seeds a few days ago?" ”

"What's the situation?"

Zhong Ping walked over after sending Director Sun over, and saw the person who fell to the ground, "Isn't this Lao Xu?" A few of you hurry up and take Lao Xu to the hospital......"

Before the words were finished, the hands of the two people who had just dragged Lao Xu slipped, and the person fell to the ground.

Liu Guangkun stretched out his hand to reach over, and this Uncle Xu was no longer breathing.

Zhong Ping's face stiffened, and those who were busy repairing the greenhouse also stopped what they were doing and gathered their heads to come over to watch.

"Don't even look at it."

It was Zheng Bin from the group next door who came over, not long ago he had just finished dealing with the affairs of Xing Buxing's family, and he was more experienced in starving people.

"Are you done with all the work you do?"

When Zheng Bin said this, the others dispersed.

Two people from the seventh group walked over and gave the people from the eighth group a hand and carried Lao Xu to the loess slope behind the farm.

Then he took a shovel, symbolically covered Lao Xu with some soil, and turned back to the farm like no one else.

"How many times has this happened?"