Jiang Xiaole was quiet, and the next day she went to the town again, found a carpenter, and customized a bed, a desk and two chairs.

The styles are very simple, but her desk is much larger than ordinary ones because she has to draw and lay large paper.

Ge Liutao also has work these days, so the mattresses at home still have to be kept. Sometimes they have to come back to live, so they have to sew two more beds and pillowcases.

It just so happened that there was something that could be used that Meng Xinian sent last time. This time, I used it all and made an extra shirt for Jiang Xiao.

Jiang Xiao went back to school.

Ding Dani saw that she was still looking resentful, but her deskmate Sun Xiaoxing seemed to be avoiding her. She must have known that her second sister-in-law came to talk about her marriage, and Sun Xiaoxing felt embarrassed.

Jiang Xiao didn't care much about them.

She roughly reviewed the textbooks and drew the murals opposite the school gate after school, but handed them over.

The mural gallery indeed attracted the attention of all teachers and students in the school. Many students were there to read idioms and stories with great pictures and texts after school.

The teachers at the school were amazed at the superb painting skills of the entire wall.

However, no one knows that it was painted by Jiang Xiao.

After a few days, the leader from above came to inspect and praised the wall painting very much, which made the principal and Secretary Yao feel that their faces were shining.

Secretary Yao then found Jiang Xiao and praised her very much.

If the leader had not had this painting, he would have criticized him for nothing when he saw the wall. Secretary Yao did not expect that a leader would come to inspect, and that leader actually attached so much importance to the school appearance.

Fortunately, after hearing what Jiang Xiao said before, he also agreed to let her paint!

Time flies by like this.

A month has passed.

The weather gradually became hot, but the training in the army did not stop every day. Among them, the 158th Regiment was the most ruthless.

The 158th Regiment has two battalions. Half a month ago, both battalion commanders took on a training plan, which was planned to be trained for two months. Two months later, the two battalions each selected twenty soldiers to participate in the half-month field knockout round. Finally, they were able to "survive" and find their own flag buried in advance to win.

There are only three sides of the buried flag, which means that only three people can win in a battalion.

The lost battalion must wash clothes for the winning battalion for a month.

When they saw this, everyone started to scream. This must win! Their daily training is very hard, sweating profusely, and their clothes are often covered with mud and water. It’s so terrible to wash their own clothes, and they have to wash other people’s clothes?

It’s okay to have a hard time, but it’s mainly because it’s very shameless!

In addition, there is a reward that makes them even more jealous. The three winners will be transferred to a newly built special camp closer to the provincial capital.

As a transit station in the military region and outside the army, the camp was newly built. Although the site was not as large as here, the equipment and facilities were strong. There were also new barracks. They would send cars to the provincial capital at any time, and family leave was easier to invite than here.

Their current location is still a little far from the provincial capital, and they can't even see people around them on weekdays.

Although I heard that training would be even harder every six months, I had to compete with the elite soldiers of the military region and get back in shame. However, they were all thinking about running there.

"Brothers, come on! Go ahead and go ahead and fight the second battalion!"

"Fuck the Second Camp!"

Deafening shouts came with the wind.
Chapter completed!