The couple made a living in the 1950s.

Jiang Mingbo pushed the door open and saw his young wife sitting at the desk writing a letter.

So I sat over there too.

"Qingshu, someone is coming to our next door."

"If nothing unexpected happens, the 36th Regiment Leader Fang Dawei and his family will move in here."

"Well, wait until their family moves in."

"Our floor is full of three families."

Sanbao never stopped writing a letter to his parents.

There are three families living on each floor of their family building.

My family lives in the east household, which has the same house type as Liu An, deputy head of the 37th Regiment, who lives in the west household.

When the new neighbors moved in, the leaders of the 35th, 36th and 37th Regiments would live on their floor.

This new neighbor lives in the middle unit, which is slightly smaller and also has two bedrooms.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but hope in her heart.

New neighbors, don’t be as unreasonable as Pan Zhaodi who lives downstairs.

Last month, the newly built family housing complex in the army was opened for occupancy.

The families of deputy battalion-level officers also live in the family buildings.

The tube-shaped building has now become a dormitory for single officers.

Unfortunately, Pan Zhaodi's family was assigned to live downstairs from her own home.

From then on, there was no peace in their building.

Today this family loses a head of garlic, and tomorrow another family's green onions that were placed at the door disappear as well.

The problem is that there is no evidence to ask her to pay compensation.

She started by borrowing some vinegar from one house, then went to another to borrow some soybean paste, and everyone would lend her money.

Afterwards, she never returned the items.

After a long time, no one paid attention to her.

Since then, things have been lost in the building from time to time.

Jiang Mingbo watched his wife finish writing the letter before he stood up, hugged her and gently put her on the bed.

I leaned forward and attached myself.

The next morning, Sanbao slowly opened his eyes while lying on the bed.

Move your weak body gently.

He habitually reached out and touched the place beside him, and there was still residual heat.

Because of the tight working hours, they buy their breakfast and staple food in the cafeteria.

Every morning in the army canteen, meals are ready at six o'clock.

Brother Mingbo will buy the staple food at 6:10.

She would eat breakfast while walking to the military gate and take the military vehicle to work.

Usually she would finish her breakfast before leaving the military compound.

Occasionally, when the weather was bad, I would bring my breakfast to the military vehicle to eat.

Today, as usual, Sanbao came out of the bathroom after washing up and made himself a cup of milk powder.

Then pour the milk powder into Mingbo’s cup.

She went into the kitchen and lifted the lid of the pot.

The egg custard in the pot has been steamed.

She sat in the small living room, eating egg custard while waiting for Brother Mingbo to come back with the staple food.

The milk powder sold at the military service center does not require milk powder coupons, but the price is half as high as outside.

There are many high-paid officers in the military compound, and most of them have young children at home.

Every month, Sanbao goes to the service center with everyone to grab milk powder.

As soon as Jiang Mingbo entered the room, he saw his young wife sitting on a chair drinking milk powder.

She is now different from her usual bright and cute self, and she looks a little cute in a silly way.

"Today the cafeteria had meat buns and sugar cakes, so I didn't buy steamed buns."

"Yeah," Sanbao nodded and swallowed the milk powder in his mouth.

He smiled and reached out, split the sugar cookie, which was the size of an adult man's palm, that had just been placed on the table into two halves, and ate half himself.

Jiang Mingbo watched his young wife get on the military vehicle until it drove away.

He turned around and went back home.

I have to go to work at 8 o'clock, so I'm not in a hurry to go back for dinner.

You can walk slowly.

"Political Commissar Jiang, wait a moment."

Jiang Mingbo heard someone calling his name.

I stopped and turned around to see who it was.

When he saw that the person coming was Fu Xiaomei, he frowned subconsciously.

Fu Xiaomei is a solo singer of the military region’s art troupe.

I don't have much interaction with her in normal times.

If Lin Hanyu were here.

She would find that the person coming was the female soldier that she and Aye had met on the train before.

They even passed each other in the Yang City Military District compound.

Fu Xiaomei felt a sour feeling in her heart as she looked at the tall and handsome man in front of her.

She fell in love with this man at first sight.

Just when I was about to have more contact with him, I heard that he already had a childhood sweetheart to marry.

She had thought before that it was nothing more than them growing up together and getting engaged naturally.

The two people do not necessarily have a romantic relationship.

Moreover, there are family members in the military compound who are eligible to have the troops arrange jobs for them.

It's nothing more than being a worker in a factory. If you have some education, you can go to school to be a teacher.

However, there are no vacancies in the military district’s children’s schools now.

How could a female worker who worked shifts in a factory compare with herself, a female soloist in the art troupe.

But she never expected that Political Commissar Jiang's marriage partner didn't need the army to arrange a job for her.

She works in a government agency.

Her family has some connections, and they transferred her to Yang City.

Jiang Mingbo looked at Fu Xiaomei and just stood there without saying anything.

I just wanted to turn around and go home.

"Political Commissar Jiang, the Shen City Art Troupe will come over next Saturday to exchange ideas and learn."

"There will be a welcome party at 7pm, and the group has arranged for me to sing solo."

"If you come and see."

"I can reserve a seat for you in advance."

When Jiang Mingbo heard this, a barely perceptible hint of impatience flashed across his eyes.

"I'm not going to the party."

Fu Xiaomei looked at Jiang Mingbo's cold and lonely back.

A trace of reluctance welled up in my heart. It was obviously the most suitable match for a female soldier from the art troupe to be an officer's wife.

But she didn't even have the chance to speak.

I can only watch him get married.

At this moment, at the Bai family’s courtyard in Beijing.

Lin Hanyu and Bai Ye had just gotten up and were about to go downstairs to the bathroom to wash up.

Now, the two daughters-in-law cook breakfast at home every day.

She usually sleeps a little longer.

When Erbao saw the two of them coming downstairs, he turned his gaze away from his daughters and looked up at his parents.

"The kid who fought with Jing Xiao's cousin last time is a relative of the Wang family in the back house."

When Lin Manyu heard this, he tilted his head slightly to look at his second son and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

"They are unwilling to see their child get beaten, so they plan to cause trouble for us?"

"hehe…"

"No, I'm just saying it."

After breakfast, Lin Yu rode his broken bicycle to work as usual.

As soon as she walked into the office, she felt that the atmosphere inside was different from before.

Wang Baosheng usually has a low presence in the office.

He was sitting in front of his office with a sullen face, while Zhang Liyan's face was full of smiles.

No one spoke in the office, and she greeted everyone.

Just walk straight to your desk, sit down and start working.

Seeing that Lin Hanyu didn't say anything, Zhang Liyan couldn't help feeling a little proud in her heart.

Her husband had just been transferred to the Revolutionary Committee as director not long ago.

Now everyone around her fawns over her.

Just now she laughed at Wang Baosheng for being useless, a man in his forties still being a small clerk.

Didn't he dare to refute?

Then she thought about the real power her husband held and the money he had brought home in the past few days.

She couldn't help but get excited.