Among the Lancheng Military Region, Li Aiguo has the closest relationship with Gu Licheng.

Since Gu Wei's soul was worn on his grandfather's godson, and he frequently visited Lancheng, through contact, he also deeply felt that Li Aiguo was an upright person.

"Little Dragon." Gu Wei'an ordered: "Let's go to the watermelon farm first, we can't let Minister Li be busy alone." ”

Some of the soldiers were talkative, looked at the shadow not far away, and laughed: "Senior Commander Gu, aren't you waiting for Comrade Xiaomo?" ”

Xiaolong was just thinking about reprimanding a few words, but was stopped by Gu Wei'an, and his tone was soft: "You guys are one by one, your eyes are open." ”

"What does the organization say—"

He paused and put on his military hat again: "First everyone, then a small family." ”

The talkative soldiers came out to ask Gu Wei'an for punishment, and he waved his hand, "I will spare you this time, if Comrade Xiaomo and I don't succeed, and you ruin her reputation, I will naturally settle accounts with you." ”

No one in Haicheng knows that Master Gu is a character who will be retribution.

Xiaolong couldn't help but sweat deeply for the disrespectful soldier.

Time is of the essence, and they jumped in the car without delay.

After coming to Haicheng for so many days, Gu Wei'an has never seen snow.

The wind blew into his neck along the window, and there was snow drifting into his eyes, Gu Wei'an subconsciously closed his eyes, and his eyes were cold.

"Master Gu."

The little dragon jumped over him, "I'll close the window, this snow will be heavy for a while, and it will be cold." ”

By the time they arrived at the watermelon farm, the former wasteland had been covered in snow and the world was pure white.

Xiaolong took off his coat and wanted to put it on for Gu Wei'an, but was stopped by Gu Wei'an: "Xiaolong, in a few days, when the weather is good, I will help the comrades on the farm to do their work." Your body is also very important. ”

"But Senior Gu, you've just been injured—"

Xiaolong bit his lip and insisted on putting his coat on Gu Wei'an.

Gu Wei'an pretended to be angry: "Where am I such a delicate person!" It's just a small injury, it's nothing. It's you who are too magnified. ”

After that, he put on his coat for Xiaolong and pointed to the group of people in front of him, "Let's go and have a look." ”

A few days ago in the hospital, I just saw Han Cuihua, but I didn't expect the watermelon farm to be very lively at this time.

The north wind was blowing violently, and Gu Wei'an and his party walked over.

The discipline cadres of the watermelon farm are calling everyone to give a lecture, saying that the kitchen was stolen last night and some corn was lost, "Have you forgotten what the original purpose of coming to the watermelon farm was?" Don't you want to take off your hats? There are so many mouths on the farm, and the amount is average for everyone! The one who eats more, has he ever thought that because of you, other comrades will continue to starve? ”

Like a north wind blowing, the words of the discipline cadres seem insignificant.

Xiaolong has inquired about the basic situation, and the relief food distributed a while ago is far from enough for the comrades to have food and clothing.

This is not the first time that theft has occurred, and families have not been able to bring them food during the years when the country has been devastated by the disaster.

This man has so much food, and he can't care about taking off his hat.

Everyone knows it, no one confesses, and no one exposes it.

Gu Wei'an looked at Zhang's face that was red in the cold wind, and said in a heavy tone: "In the past four years, we also had a famine. The story of Mr. Peixian (Zhu Ziqing) refusing to receive the relief food from the United States at that time must have been heard by everyone present——"