When Su Xiangwan was in Dongfeng City, what move did her original self use on Song Qingshan?

Well, Su Xiangwan actually remembers, and of course, Song Qingshan hasn’t forgotten either, because it was unforgettable.

Here’s the thing: When Su Xiangwan’s original self first arrived, the two of them were still getting along well.

After all, they hadn’t seen each other for years, and Song Qingshan was very enthusiastic while she was shy.

They were the typical military couple of that era.

But there was one problem: at night, she wouldn’t let him touch her.

Imagine this: Song Qingshan was only 24 at the time, right in the prime of youth, full of vigor.

After not seeing his wife for a long time, the organization gave him three boxes of condoms, and at night, none of them could be used.

What was he supposed to do?

Of course, the leaders and the Prime Minister always said that after marriage, the male comrades should respect, love, and care for female comrades, not treat them like animals or easily hit or scold them like in the old society.

Song Qingshan was someone who had self-taught and gotten into military school because of his excellent abilities, so he certainly understood this.

So, he asked, “What would it take for you to let me touch you?”

Su Xiangwan didn’t refuse, but whenever it seemed things were about to escalate, she would abruptly stop it.

After a few days, she had turned Song Qingshan into a walking nuclear bomb.

Finally, when he seemed about to explode, Su Xiangwan said, “Anyway, I have a condition. Don’t ask me what it is, just agree to it when the time comes.”

Song Qingshan was a practical man, thinking his wife might just want a nice outfit, some lipstick, or a pair of high heels. To defuse the bomb, he readily agreed, saying, “Okay, as long as it’s not the moon or the stars, I’ll fulfill whatever you want.”

Then one night, they had their way.

Afterward, Su Xiangwan brought up divorce and said she wanted to marry his younger brother.

That’s how the bomb went off.

So, now, Song Qingshan is very wary of Su Xiangwan.

And currently, why can’t she reveal her identity right away?

The reason lies in a passage from the original book.

It said that when Song Qingshan was 28, he met a beautiful, elegant, educated woman—she was the lead dancer of the provincial art troupe, known for her stunning appearance.

The two of them were already discussing marriage when Song Qingshan discovered that she was a spy. Despite their deep feelings for each other, Song Qingshan didn’t hesitate at all; he reported her to the organization, which took care of her.

For espionage, no trial was needed—she would be executed directly.

So, Su Xiangwan had to be extremely careful around him.

Noticing her gaze seemed a bit inappropriate, Song Qingshan purposely buttoned his shirt all the way to the top.

Su Xiangwan grabbed the first-grade textbook and slammed it in front of him, saying, “Comrade Song Qingshan, could you at least be more serious? You’ve been dead for two years, and I haven’t complained once to your family or cursed you, but now you have the nerve to doubt me?”

“Village secretary, I’ll help you choose the characters, I’ll teach you. Come on, let’s study together.”

Song Qingshan looked at her for a long time and finally agreed, pulling out the first-grade textbook. He pointed to characters like “Heaven,” “Earth,” and “People,” asking her to recognize them.

Su Xiangwan had gone to school for two years, so she could recognize all the characters in the first-grade textbook and asked to move on to the second-grade one.

She chose some more difficult characters, such as the character for “hope” and “help,” and asked Song Qingshan for help.

When they reached the third-grade textbook, she pointed at even harder characters and said she didn’t know them.

Because this seemed very natural, Song Qingshan didn’t suspect anything. Starting at 9 p.m., he began to teach her, reading through the third-grade textbook by midnight.

In his mind, Su Xiangwan was very clever.

After finishing a text, he would ask her what it meant. Though her explanations were somewhat rough, she always got to the point.

That night, they were getting along quite happily.

Late at night, tired, Su Xiangwan pushed the book aside, rubbing her sore neck. “Oh my, studying is so hard.

How nice would it be to take a hot bath right now, then I could comfortably sleep.”

The moment she said it, she thought, “Uh oh.”

You see, her original self had hardly ever taken a hot bath—she’d been pretending for so long, and now, she had slipped up in just those few words.

However, Song Qingshan, lying on the bed, answered in a low, husky voice, “I’ve been busy lately. Let’s wait until November. I’ll arrange something for us then.”

After saying that, he turned over, as if quietly humming something.

That night, Su Xiangwan, who couldn’t sleep well because it was too late, noticed that Song Qingshan, who usually fell asleep in seconds, was still tossing and turning.

It was the National Day, and the whole country was celebrating.

This was also the most beautiful season in Qing Shui County.

The winter wheat in the fields was beginning to sprout, the hills were covered in green, and the water in the Qing Shui River sparkled.

In the high mountains and dense forests near Qingshui Gorge, the construction troops were also working hard and under pressure.

For three consecutive days, Song Qingshan and his team had been in the deep mountains.

Today, they were climbing a mountain called Xiling, the same Xiling mentioned in the famous line “the window holds the eternal snow of Xiling.” The mountain path was extremely treacherous; only professional mountaineers could manage to climb it. However, once at the top, they could overlook the entire Qingshui County and the winding Yellow River.

“Hao Gong, are you done with the measurements? Once you’re finished, let’s go. I need to get home early today,” Song Qingshan, carrying a hunting rifle, said from a high point.

The person doing the surveying was an engineer from Tsinghua University, and his name was Hao Qinghua.

People like him, top talents, were gradually gathering in Qingshui County in recent years to complete a great mission.

“Song, now that you’re working in your hometown, you can see your family every day. You’ve been looking more energetic lately,” Hao Qinghua said with a smile.

They were also accompanied by Political Commissar Chen Aidao.

Chen Aidao, also carrying a hunting rifle, joked, “It’s not just energy—do you remember when Song wasn’t like this? He used to have a tractor. A few days ago, after unloading cement, we were all exhausted, but he managed to climb back onto the tractor and go home. His family must have a strong influence.”

“Yes, I miss home, miss my family. Us men work outside, after all, to have a home,” Hao Qinghua, the cultured man, said politely, waving his hand. “Okay, let’s go down the mountain. Let’s make sure Song gets home early today.”

Since they had climbed a high mountain that ordinary people couldn’t, they naturally had to bag some wild game.

Song Qingshan and Chen Aidao hunted seven or eight wild boars. Several cooks and guards made a sled to carry the boars down.

“Who exposed the coordinates when you were in Dongfeng City on that mission? Has that been figured out yet?” Hao Qinghua asked while walking with Song Qingshan. He was in poor health, leaning on a stick and coughing constantly.

“No matter who it was, if we find them, I’ll kill them,” Song Qingshan said.

Dozens of their comrades had died in the Gobi desert. The main cause of their deaths was the exposure of the plane’s coordinates during a mission, which led to the hijacking of the plane.

Hao Qinghua patted Song Qingshan on the shoulder. “Our current mission is just as important. There are still anti-revolutionary forces, remnants of the Kuomintang, and some Japanese remnants. We have to be very careful.”

“Don’t worry. My family will return soon, and they will be responsible for public security in Qingshui County. We’re covered,” Song Qingshan said.

When Hao Qinghua finished his work, Song Qingshan ordered Political Commissar Chen Aidao to carry Hao Qinghua, who was physically weak. He also instructed the guards to place the wild boars onto the sled, and they all began to carry them down.

Song Qingshan himself carried a 300-pound wild boar and began descending the mountain.

The wild boars, rabbits, and wild chickens were saved to cook for the troops’ meals.

Song Qingshan specifically chose the largest, fattest boar, tossed it onto the tractor, and, under the watchful eyes of the single men, proudly carried his trophy, ready to go home to find his family.

Meanwhile, in the village…

The election for village secretary had just begun.

However, when it was heard that Su Xiangwan also wanted to run for village secretary, the entire village erupted in discussion.

“What? Can a woman be village secretary?” asked Song Jianguo, another candidate.

Zhao Guodong, with a serious expression, said, “In the new era, men and women are equal. There are already female village secretaries in many places. Song Jianguo, if you keep saying things like that, I’ll disqualify you as a candidate.”

Song Guangguang chuckled and said, “I know there are female village secretaries all over the country. My wife, Dahu, is a well-known female leader in our county. But when you say who should be an official, I never imagined it would be Xiangwan.”

“Second uncle, have I become lazy, or have I sold my children for you to insult me like this?” Su Xiangwan stood up and said. “I’ve been a martyr’s widow for two years, and Xiao Zhizhi is an orphan. I raised him with my own blood. I’ve never slacked off in my work. What are you trying to say?”

Su Xiangwan, as a woman, had no flaws except for her occasional admiration for her younger brother-in-law.

“I’m supporting Xiangwan because she recently taught me many new methods for farming. Although the crops haven’t grown yet, I believe what she said is excellent. I trust that the things we plant in our family’s land will yield more than what you’ve planted,” said Xiong Dan’s mother loudly.

Song Guangguang said, “Jianguo’s wife, are you out of your mind? Jianguo is also running for village secretary, and you’re supporting Xiangwan?”

“I’ll support whoever can farm well. Jianguo might be strong, but he doesn’t have the skill in farming that Xiangwan has. Although you always say Xiangwan is troublesome, I think she hasn’t even begun to show her farming skills. If she did, it would shock you all,” said Jianguo’s wife.

At this point, the villagers began to argue loudly.

However, the village had more men than women, and most of the women, fearing their husbands’ or mothers-in-law’s reprimands, would not dare to support Su Xiangwan.

Men generally disdained the idea of a woman becoming village secretary.

Next, the two candidates gave their speeches.

Song Jianguo went first, and he only mentioned two points: one was that he would lead and focus on increasing the grain yield, and the second was to continue eradicating feudal remnants from the villagers’ minds, respecting women, and ensuring equal work for men and women, though men should always work more.

Su Xiangwan, however, would never focus on modern concepts like scientific breeding.

If she did, she would be seen as either a freak or labeled as a supporter of feudal superstition.

She was listening to Song Jianguo’s speech, thinking about how she could improve upon his ideas when she suddenly heard the sound of a tractor approaching.

“Ah, is Qing Shan back?” Song Guangguang greeted, waving his hand.

Song Qingshan had been away for three days, or rather, he hadn’t descended the mountain for three days.

His face was covered in a beard, and he reeked of sweat. He was wearing an old military uniform, stained with blood.

“Ah, Qingshan, what have you been doing outside? Have you been fighting with someone? Why is there so much blood?” Song Guangguang asked.