With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming originally planned to descend from space into the warehouse to help An Guoshun blow out the kerosene lamp, but he hesitated for a moment and thought he might as well forget it. There was no need to meddle in other people's business.

"I hope Comrade Lao An will remember that he didn't turn on the lamp when he got off work." Xue Ming left the space and returned to the dormitory. He found that the door of the dormitory was open, and Zhao Xue was sitting upright watching "Selected Works of Mao Zedong"

The guard thought that Xue Ming's ideological level needed to be improved, so he gave him a copy of "Selected Works of Mao Zedong". Xue Ming never opened it from beginning to end.

"Comrade Zhao Xue? Why are you here?" Xue Ming thought it was strange, so he pulled up a stool and sat across from her.

"My dad said you were angry with him and asked me to come over and do some ideological work." Zhao Xue closed the book. "You know, he kept you here to protect you."

"Thank him for me. My world view is very clear. You don't need to do ideological work for me. Go back and tell your dad to prepare a keel rollover for me." Xue Ming desperately wanted to irrigate the wheat fields.

"I can help you convey it." Zhao Xue didn't know what a keel overturned was, so she opened the selected works of Mao and recited the article "Serving the People".

Her voice was very nice, and she recited with great emotion. She was worthy of being a Chinese teacher in the provincial capital. Xue Ming lay on the bed and listened to her recitation, and fell asleep in less than two minutes.

When Zhao Xue heard the snoring, she closed her book and rubbed the cover of the book, showing her helplessness. If her father were here, he would be furious. If his grandfather were here, he would be beaten.

"We don't seem to be from the same world." Zhao Xue shook his head and took out a dictionary-sized book from his bag and placed it on the table.

She walked out of the dormitory with a smile and looked at guard Liu Fujing standing at the door of the dormitory with surprised eyes.

Liu Fujing was an eighteen-year-old passionate young man. When he saw the beautiful lady Zhao, he blushed with embarrassment and said, "You are Comrade Xue's lover, Director Zhao asked me to guard the door."

Zhao Xue's face also turned red, "Don't disturb him when he is asleep, and try not to restrict his freedom of movement. He is not an enemy agent."

"I know." Liu Fujing nodded repeatedly, sincerely envious that Xue Ming could find such a good-looking partner.

Zhao Xue went to the director's office to find her father, and learned that her father was out on a mission. She waited until five o'clock in the afternoon to finally see him.

Zhao Qinghong took off her disguise in front of her daughter and showed her exhaustion, "The boy's mood is quite stable, right?"

"The mood is quite stable." Zhao Xue gently squeezed his father's shoulders, "Why do you let the guards guard the door of the dormitory?"

"See for yourself." Zhao Qinghong handed Xue Ming's application form to her daughter, showing a worried look.

Zhao Xue was so shocked that she couldn't speak after reading the application form. In order to go home as soon as possible, Xue Ming actually cheated with the top leaders of the provincial capital public security bureau. Did he take the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage?

"He is still a child and doesn't know how to speak. Is there something urgent at home?" Zhao Xue asked in a low voice.

"That's a skinny monkey. I'm worried that if he does something outrageous, I'll let Liu follow him. You better not cause trouble for me, brat." Zhao Qinghong sighed.

"Dad, Xue Ming said he wanted a keel rollover car." Zhao Xue whispered.

"The keel rolled over? What does he want this thing for?" Zhao Qinghong had another headache. Xue Ming always made some inexplicable requests.

"I don't know, what is that for?" Zhao Xue was worried that her father would get angry and quickly rubbed his shoulders.

"It is used for irrigating farmland. There is no vegetable field here for him to water." Zhao Qinghong was very impatient, "Don't pay attention to him."

At dusk, Xue Ming opened his eyes and felt urgent to urinate. When he opened the door to go to the public toilet, Liu Fujing immediately followed him from the door of the dormitory to the toilet.

Xue Ming was a little excited. The application had indeed given him the result he wanted. Now he was being followed by guards all the time. If the canteen's grain and oil warehouse was stolen, no one would doubt him.

I returned to the dormitory and continued to wait for Keel to roll over. At [-]:[-] in the evening, Zhao Xue and Keel to roll over did not come, so I could only scold Zhao Qinghong in my heart for being an old man.

At this time, someone knocked on the door. Zhou Huaixin, the cafeteria master, walked into the dormitory with a food box, took out a rice bowl with minced shredded pork and garlic and said with a smile, "Comrade Xue Ming, let's eat."

"Thank you, Master Zhou." Xue Ming gave a thumbs up, "The food here is better."

Zhou Huaixin chuckled and said, "If it's delicious, just eat two more bowls. I'll get it for you after you finish."

Xue Ming devoured the rice in the bowl, felt his belly and burped, "I'm full, thank you, Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Huaixin packed up the dishes and left the dormitory. A few minutes later, An Guoshun came in with a cloth bag, closed the door and took out two barrels of peanut oil from the cloth bag.

There are labels and Chinese characters on the plastic packaging barrel. Sure enough, it is peanut oil mailed from Hong Kong.

"Two barrels of oil are exactly 13 and a half kilograms. If Xiao Xue is worried, go to the canteen to have it weighed." An Guoshun handed the oil can to Xue Ming.

"What should I worry about?" Xue Ming put the oil can under the bed. The oil would be enough for the family for at least two months.

"Uncle An, the coal in the canteen..." Xue Ming wanted to remind him to go to the canteen to blow out the kerosene lamp, but he hesitated for a moment and chose to give up again, putting aside the plot to help others and respecting the fate of others.

"If nothing happens, I'll leave first. Your aunt is waiting for me to come home and cook." An Guoshun walked out of the dormitory carrying the cloth bag.

Xue Ming closed the door and went into the space to look at the wheat fields. There were many wheat seedlings with ears, and it was very uncomfortable to carry a bucket to water them.

If Zhao Qinghong does not turn over tomorrow, watering will be delayed, and the wheat fields will not ear in time, which may reduce production.

"Zhao Qinghong, you are a bastard." Xue Ming cursed and left the space, covered his head with a quilt, cursed Zhao Qinghong, and fell asleep in a daze.

Liu Fujing felt relieved when he heard Xue Ming's snoring outside the door. He yawned and continued guarding the door, waiting for someone to come and change his shift at twelve o'clock at night.

In the canteen's grain and oil warehouse, two mice came out of the corner to steal grain. One of the big mice climbed onto the desk and knocked over the kerosene lamp.

The kerosene in the bottle flowed along the table, and soon the wick ignited the kerosene. The two mice laughed and ran away in fear.

When Liu Fuling saw the light in the canteen, he was stunned for two seconds and suddenly shouted at the top of his voice, "There's a fire, put out the fire quickly."

He turned around and slammed the door of the dormitory, "Comrade Xue Ming, get up and put out the fire. There's a fire in the cafeteria."

"Here we come." Xue Ming didn't expect that the canteen was really on fire. He got out of bed and opened the door and ran to the canteen with Liu Fuling.

Liu Fuling shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran, and soon five or six people rushed out of the dormitory, some holding buckets and some holding ladles, and everyone ran to tell each other.

The fire in the cafeteria was so big that it was almost impossible to put out. Xue Ming immediately hid and opened his God's perspective.

The fire was raging in the grain and oil warehouse, and the fire had spread to the rice bags and spice shelves.

"It can't be extinguished. Since the warehouse will be burned to ashes, it's better for me." He immediately put the rice bag and various condiments into the space with his mind.

After searching the warehouse, he left the space and joined the fire brigade. He carried a bucket and put out the fire with everyone. Zhao Qinghong suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't take risks, Old Zhou."

"That is collective property and must be saved." Zhou Huaixin, the canteen master, suddenly rushed into the canteen despite the raging fire.