Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

"Xiaoyu, be careful when moving it. There is a water cup inside..."

"Lao Fang! What are you doing standing there?"

"Old Fang..."

As Qian Yiman and Yan Zhengting walked to the gate of Fang's courtyard with their two children, they heard the voice of Mrs. Fang coming from inside.

The yard was filled with organized belongings, all large and small bags, probably all destined for moving to the new home.

Yan Qinbei stood on tiptoe to look into the yard and said gossipingly, "Mom, Uncle Fang seems to have been scolded..."

Qian Yiman pulled Haodaer in front of her, helped him straighten his collar, and warned him, "Children, don't meddle in adult matters. Don't talk nonsense when you go in later. Do you hear me?"

"Oh, I heard that."

"Then knock on the door."

"As ordered."

"Uncle Fang! Aunt Fang! We are here..."

Yan Qinbei shouted loudly outside and quickly led Fang Yuan out.

As soon as he saw them, Fang Yuan put on a smile, and there was no sign of the scolding he had just received.

"Hey! Old Yan, you're here quite early. I think you still have some brotherly loyalty..."

"..."

Having known each other for decades, Yan Zhengting was accustomed to his noise. He glanced at him and walked into the house.

He has been to the Fang family many times over the years and is familiar with the way.

As soon as she entered the house, Qian Yiman was stunned by the scene in front of her. She saw that the living room was in a mess and filled with various luggage bags.

"Sister-in-law, you have too many of these things..."

"Who said it wasn't..." Mrs. Fang wiped her sweat, pointed in the direction of the bedroom, and couldn't help but sigh: "There are still several bags of things in the room. I didn't know it until I cleaned it up. I was really shocked when I cleaned it up..."

"It doesn't matter if it's more. Today, our family of four is here to help you. Just give us your orders..."

"Okay, then I won't be polite to you..."

Over the years, the relationship between their two families has always been very close, so Mrs. Fang did not refuse.

What's more, in today's situation, if no one helps, it will probably take until dark.

Since he had to move, Fang Yuan borrowed two tricycles from people he knew in the courtyard early on. It was very convenient for transporting luggage and large furniture.

In this era, tricycles are simply the ultimate tool for moving!

Yan Zhengting and Fang Yuan were indeed people who had been in the army for many years, so they had great physical strength. After just a few trips back and forth, they transported most of the luggage to their new home. Their actions were very efficient and effective.

Later, Hao Ziqiang and Bai Yulan also came to help. They were both good at work, and the efficiency of moving increased rapidly.

The three grown men were responsible for transporting the luggage outside, while Qian Yiman, her two sisters-in-law and the children were responsible for packing the luggage at home.

Of course, the kids were just hanging out half the time.

Bai Yulan worked very efficiently. She tied the opening of the luggage bag on her hand and glanced at the three men who were lifting furniture outside the window. She sighed, "I realized it when I was doing heavy work. It's different to have a man in the house. It's much easier..."

Thinking of the weight of the solid wood sofa, Qian Yiman blushed and nodded in agreement: "Yes, I can't even lift that sofa..."

Mrs. Fang also laughed at their conversation, "That's true. Although Mr. Fang sometimes doesn't have good judgment, he can still be useful at critical moments..."

However, later events proved that she had obviously exaggerated too early.

After the three big men moved the big items like the sofa and bed, they started moving the refrigerator and cabinets.

"Ouch……"

While carrying the cupboard, Fang Yuan suddenly shouted. Yan Zhengting and Hao Ziqiang had just come out of the house after moving things. Seeing his distorted expression, they hurried forward to check.

"What's going on?"

Fang Yuan hissed, his expression looking somewhat painful, "It seems like my waist is sprained..."

Yan Zhengting: "..."

Hao Ziqiang: That’s it? Just a sprained waist?

The expressions of the two men dealt a heavy blow to Fang Yuan's male dignity.

Although they found it a little unbelievable, Yan Zhengting and Hao Ziqiang said nothing and immediately helped him take the cabinet off his back and put it on the ground.

"Let's go to the hospital."