Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Chapter 622 The Clever Pill feeds the cubs, and they arrive at the mine ready to cause trouble!

Secretary Zhou explained with a smile:

"These are the top-of-the-line passenger planes that Comrade Su Wanqing sold to the country at a low price. There are a total of 89 of them. The interior space is several times larger than the special planes we have flown before, and the avionics and engines are at least two generations ahead of the most advanced American models."

Comrade Su Wanqing also provided a complete set of manufacturing blueprints. Production lines are already being set up domestically, and it is expected that they will be able to manufacture it themselves next year.

Everyone looked at Su Wanqing with admiration.

Zhou Yanshen was as proud as the proud peacock.

Su Wanqing: "..."

Old Sun patted the armrests of his wheelchair repeatedly with excitement, "Good, good, good! I thought these kids were just making up stories to cheer me up and get me better faster, but it turns out they were all true? I originally thought I could only be on par with them at most, but I never expected that I would actually surpass them in every way—"

Wang Ling was also pushed in a wheelchair by her mother to the tarmac.

"My dear daughter, look! This plane is even bigger and more spacious than the one we took here. Look, my daughter, we can ride on such a magnificent plane again. It's all thanks to Dr. Su!"

Wang Ling looked up at the enormous creature, her eyes filled with curiosity and joy.

"It would be great if the pothos plant could come with us too."

Her gaze involuntarily drifted to Su Wanqing, who was surrounded by the crowd, and she thought to herself—Su Wanqing is definitely not the Su Wanqing she used to be.

However, she wouldn't say anything, and from now on, her relationship with this roommate couldn't be the same as before; she had to treat her as her savior! She, Wang Ling, would respect and love Su Wanqing for the rest of her life!

After all, without Su Wanqing, Wang Ling couldn't imagine what she would be like now. She would probably be dead by now. Only her mother would be willing to arrange her funeral, while her father, brother, and sister-in-law would probably think she was a burden and should have died long ago.

As for her former loving husband, well, he's probably just hoping for her death so he can marry a second wife, probably because of his reputation. Maybe he's already found someone and is just waiting to marry her after she dies.

"Once you're fully recovered in a few days, we'll go to your in-laws' house and bring Green Ivy back. After all, she's their flesh and blood, so we'll definitely take care of her. Don't worry," Wang Ling's mother comforted her.

"Um."

When everyone actually stepped into the cabin, they truly realized how big it was, far superior to the private jet they had taken to the capital.

Secretary Zhou stood at the cabin door, efficiently making arrangements:

"Considering that there are quite a few of us, the plane isn't loaded with too many supplies. It's mostly emergency supplies like cotton-padded clothes, blankets, and medicine. Please sit in the front; the cargo hold at the back is piled with supplies, so try not to go to the back."

Su Wanqing looked around and her lips twitched slightly—this is what you call "not much supplies"?

The entire rear cabin was packed to the brim, with sacks and cardboard boxes piled up in the aisle. There was no room to sit, let alone stand.

These days, there's no such thing as overloading or exceeding weight limits. Dozens of people plus a full cargo hold were crammed into the plane like that.

She didn't even dare to imagine how much stuff was crammed into those other dozens of transport planes.

Looking at the towering pile of supplies behind them, Old Sun and his group couldn't help but sigh—the quilts, though neatly folded, were clearly old stock dug out of the warehouse. The medicine boxes were new, but they contained only a few of the same items.

We're still too poor.

We haven't even reached the disaster area yet, but just looking at these meager supplies makes everyone's hearts heavy. They can't imagine what kind of human tragedy they'll see when they actually get to the Yanshan area.

Gu Zhixing also came along and sat in the corner. All he could think about was that once they got there, he had to find Su Wanqing alone and tell her all the details of the Yanshan mine disaster and its aftermath from his past life. Also, there was still trouble with the floods in Hebei.

"Given her current status and position, if she were to issue a warning again, she should be able to save some more lives, right?"

After everyone had finally taken their seats, Su Wanqing breathed a long sigh of relief.

She was assigned a seat closest to the cockpit, which was not only relatively spacious but also had a simple folding chair where she could recline and catch up on sleep.

The plane roared as it taxied and took off, its fuselage shuddering slightly before lifting off the ground. Da Bao and Xiao Bao immediately jumped out of their seats and darted around in the aisle.

At that time, airplanes didn't follow the rules of later generations. Everyone was as casual as if they were strolling through a market—some people dozed off against supply sacks, while medical teams set up small stools and started writing reports. Supplies and people were mixed together, as lively as a pot of freshly boiled dumplings.

Su Wanqing: "..."

She had been up too late last night and hadn't had time to buy the Smart Pills. Now that she had these merit points to fall back on, she simply spent 30,000 merit points to exchange for all three Smart Pills.

It's a pity that this dumpling can't be returned tenfold or upgraded, otherwise she would have been thrilled to get another freebie.

As expected of a system product, this "Smart Pill" turned into a sweet, warm current as soon as it was put into the child's mouth, sliding down his throat without leaving a trace.

After feeding the three little ones in turn, Su Wanqing looked them over from left to right but couldn't see anything different—they didn't glow, didn't smoke, and didn't even burp.

Without thinking much, she patted the children on the back and put them back into Ding Xiaomei's arms one by one.

At this time, she did not know that once the Smart Pill was given, Zhou Yanshen would no longer be able to put the children on the table at night.

Just as I finished feeding the baby and got everything ready, the plane had already taken off.

After all, Yanshan is less than 200 kilometers from the capital, and the journey from takeoff to landing takes only the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.

With a loud rumble and a sudden jolt, the plane landed shakily on a barren, hastily leveled beach.

Su Wanqing steadied herself by holding onto the bulkhead, thinking to herself, "Good heavens!" There was no airport here at all. She heard that they had found a relatively flat riverbank at the foot of the mountain last night and used bulldozers to clear it for several hours to make a temporary runway.

People these days are really bold.

As Su Wanqing and Zhou Yanshen stepped off the gangway, they saw several transport planes that had arrived earlier already parked in front of them. Soldiers were unloading cargo from the cargo hold in human chains, and piles of sealed packaging bags were stacked up like small mountains on the open ground.

Temporary Command Center of Yanshan Mining Area.

It was called a command post, but it was really just a few drafty tents set up next to a mine office building that hadn't even collapsed yet.

Outside the tent, the ground was cracked and the utility poles were crooked. Wei Guoliang, the deputy commander in charge of coordinating the relief efforts in the three disaster-stricken counties of Yanshan, was squatting outside the tent, eating half a frozen cornbread with a bowl of cold water. He had to breathe out hot air for a long time before he could bite off even a tiny bit of crumb.

The communications officer jogged over, "Commander Wei! The highest-level reception notice has been issued from above, saying that a group of important figures are arriving soon and you are to personally pick them up—it also says that if necessary, all of us will have to be at their disposal."

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