Quick Wear: The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Loses Her Memory

This is generally the case with wild beasts like wolves - when two brave men meet in a narrow road, the braver one wins.

The more afraid you are of it, the more likely it will eat you up.

Wolves only show awe to those who are equally powerful or stronger than them.

Yu Hanshang dared to raise his sword and chop at the wolf leader alone. This is the performance of a warrior.

After listening to what Old Man Zhu said, Feng Yuan was also worried, but at this point it seemed that this was a relatively safe method.

"Wait a minute, Xiao Yu, when you deliver the sheep, remember to take your dog Heizi with you." Old Man Zhu reminded him again, "Your dog is a descendant of a wolf. It will be much better with him."

Yu Hanshang was stunned for a moment, then thanked him repeatedly: "Uncle Zhu, I know you usually don't like to take care of these things, but thank you so much this time."

"I'm not helping you for free. You owe me a favor this time." Old man Zhu smiled slyly.

After that, they chatted for a while, and then Yu Hanshang and Feng Yuan left together.

After everyone walked out, a middle-aged man appeared. He first pressed a few grids on the stone wall not far away, and then walked over: "Village chief, these outsiders..."

"What's the difference between outsiders and non-outsiders?" Old Man Zhu waved his hand. "When our young people go down the mountain in the future, we may even need their help! Times have changed. The war is over. We have been hiding here for hundreds of years. It's time to go out and see the world.

By the way, if you don’t want to go out, that’s your business! But I’m going out to take a look.”

——I am the scene dividing line

Not to mention what Yu Hanshang and Feng Yuan discussed, Chu Mingyue had just walked back to the village committee with a bamboo stick when she saw Cao Chunhua looking at several stacks of red paper with worry.

"Director Cao, what's wrong with you?" Chu Mingyue slowly approached. "It's not a festival, what are you writing on these red papers?"

When Cao Chunhua saw it was her, she began to complain: "Don't mention it, this was just sent by the higher-ups, asking us to write propaganda slogans according to the requirements. You know, although I can read, I learned this later in the literacy class.

It’s fine to read the document and convey its spirit, but if I were to write about it, I’d really…”

Before Chu Mingyue could say anything, another villager who had come to help said, "That's right! Before I sent the red paper, I asked a few educated youth, but many of them said they had good penmanship and had practiced calligraphy."

When he was angry, the man's tone was filled with disdain: "The most infuriating thing is that Duan Zhiqing. He said he could write, so I asked him to try it on a piece of paper. Look, the words are so small, I can hardly see them clearly. Do other people hold the paper close to them to read?"

Cao Chunhua knew that Duan Xingran and Chu Mingyue had a good relationship before, and although they seemed to have broken up now, it was not good to say bad things about people behind their backs, so she reached out and pulled the villager.

"Then let me take a look at what's going on first?" Chu Mingyue seemed not to see Cao Chunhua's actions. She took the paper with Duan Xingran's words on it and took a look at it.

Speaking of which, Duan Xingran learned calligraphy with Chu Mingyue when he was a child, but the two of them learned different fonts.

Duan Xingran likes the exquisite and beautiful plum blossom calligraphy, but Chu Mingyue often helps her father grind medicine, so her wrist is much stronger than his, so her calligraphy is more majestic.

Of course, many people later said that their handwriting was somewhat reversed - the woman's handwriting was vigorous and powerful, while the man's handwriting was beautiful and delicate.

Thinking of the past, Chu Mingyue finally helped Duan Xingran explain.

In fact, Cao Chunhua and the others didn't understand what the font and strength were. They only cared about: "So Chu Zhiqing, you can also write this kind of big characters, right?"

"I can try!" Chu Mingyue picked up the brush that was not yet dry and wrote a big word "good".

Because it was written on waste paper, Cao Chunhua did not stop it.

This really fits the word "good".

"Chu Zhiqing, you're amazing!" Cao Chunhua said, examining the paper for a long moment. "I'll give you all the slogans I need to write. Hurry up and write some. Don't worry, I won't let you work for nothing. I'll have the scorekeeper record your work points."

Chu Mingyue was very happy that she had come here to help and now she could even get work points. After all, this job was easier than working in the fields.

On the other side, Duan Xingran looked at the edge of the field from time to time. He was very puzzled as to why the person who had asked him to write calligraphy had not come yet.

He had already thought it through. When the other party talked to him about writing slogans, he would make sure that the other party gave him more work points.

But as noon approached, the man still hadn't come back. Instead, the scorekeeper had come several times: "Duan Zhiqing, your progress is slower than usual. Did you forget that you have to pay Chu Zhiqing back your work points today?"

Duan Xingran naturally did not forget.

Hearing this, he felt angry again, but then he thought about it and realized that he still needed to know some things. So he smiled and asked, "The village secretary just asked me to write some slogans. I think there are still many left, and I'm a little worried that he won't be able to handle them."