The couple made a living in the 1950s.

At this time, in the family building of Yang City Military Region.

Sanbao and Jiang Mingbo were also having dinner.

She and Brother Mingbo usually go to work at eight in the morning and get off work at four in the afternoon.

Every day she would take a military vehicle from the city back to the military compound at around six in the evening.

Sometimes the weather is bad and the road is difficult to travel, so I can only get home around seven o'clock.

Usually at home, Mingbo is the only one who cooks dinner.

On Sundays, she would personally cook some delicious food for Brother Mingbo.

dong dong dong...

Jiang Mingbo had just helped his wife peel the skin off the chicken when he heard a knock on the door.

He smiled, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and stood up to open the door.

Jiang Mingbo looked at the strange woman standing outside the door, with a barely perceptible hint of doubt in his eyes.

"You are Political Commissar Jiang, right? I am Liu Dahua."

"My man is Fang Dawei, the head of the 36th Regiment."

When Sanbao heard that it was a new neighbor, he also stood up and walked to the door.

"You are Political Commissar Jiang's wife. You are so pretty."

Liu Dahua looked at the young woman in front of him, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

This person looks like a vixen and seems restless.

"Sister-in-law, is there something wrong?"

"I came to identify myself. No one was home when I moved in yesterday."

Sanbao glanced at Liu Dahua's back and reached out to gently close the door.

She turned around and pouted at Jiang Mingbo. The way this new neighbor looked at her was unpleasant.

Jiang Mingbo looked at his wife's creamy little face and couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch it.

"Don't worry about her, let's continue with dinner."

At this moment, Liu Dahua was also talking to Fang Dawei about Sanbao and Jiang Mingbo.

"Old Fang, Political Commissar Jiang's wife is as pretty as the one in the painting."

"I don't know if Political Commissar Jiang can afford to support him."

When Fang Dawei heard this, he put down the newspaper in his hand.

Staring at her.

"Everything is subject to discipline in the army. It's not like when you were in the village and you could just make up a lie and no one would bother you."

"If you affect my ascent."

"I'll send you back to the country."

Liu Dahua gradually calmed down. She looked at Fang Dawei's gloomy face and nodded.

Her man has a square face and looks honest and loyal.

In fact, he had wanted to leave me behind for a long time.

Otherwise, she would have given birth to two big fat boys for the Fang family.

Her parents-in-law in her hometown still like her.

She might have given up her position to some vixen by now.

Liu Dahua glanced at her two sons who were happily eating scrambled eggs at the table.

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Men are unreliable nowadays and children are too old to be of any use.

If she doesn't become more capable, she doesn't know what her life will be like.

At night, take good care of your skin and hair with Sanbao.

She climbed onto the bed and snuggled into Jiang Mingbo's arms.

Jiang Mingbo put down the newspaper in his hand, lowered his head and kissed her hair.

"Don't you like Fang Dawei's family?"

"Ah."

Sanbao nodded slowly, then suddenly remembered that he might not be able to see.

He responded again.

"The sister-in-law who came today had dishonest eyes."

"Being her neighbor in the future may not necessarily bring less trouble."

"Having Pan Zhaodi in our building is already troublesome enough."

"Where is Liu An's sister-in-law?"

"How are people?"

Sanbao lay in Jiang Mingbo's arms and found a comfortable sleeping position.

Thinking carefully, she had several brief contacts with Zhang Cuiyan.

Zhang Cuiyan is a straightforward person.

She is a teacher in a military primary school and works in Yang City.

I usually have to go to work, so we don’t have much time to interact.

As she thought about it, her upper and lower eyelids stuck together.

"Wei Guoqiang, who said I stole things..."

"Who said that? I'll go find him."

"Be good...close your eyes and continue sleeping."

"Not afraid..."

Jiang Mingbo felt the person in his arms and shuddered with fear.

I quickly hugged her tighter and reached out to touch her little head.

The house has poor sound insulation and my wife is almost asleep.

I was actually awakened by Pan Zhaodi's shout downstairs.

Jiang Mingbo, raised his hands and covered the ears of the person in his arms.

There were already rumors in the residential building that Pan Zhaodi had been stealing things.

Recently, Wei Guoqiang and his wife would quarrel from time to time.

Everyone has long been accustomed to it.

At this moment, Wei Guoqiang's house is downstairs.

My son Weijun had already gone to his room to sleep.

He sat in the chair with a sullen face, staring at Pan Zhaodi without blinking.

"From now on, don't take advantage of your neighbors."

"And you are not allowed to steal."

Pan Zhaodi couldn't help but flinch when she met his gaze.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

Wei Guoqiang didn't hear her rebuttal, and his heart sank little by little.

Time flies.

直到1968年12月份，66年、67年、68年毕业的初中生和高中生。

As long as they were unemployed and not the only child, they would all go to the countryside to work.

Fang Jun from the Li family and Ruyang from the Ding family did not attend these three sessions.

Other families in the courtyard were not so lucky.

For a moment, the yard was filled with gloom.

At the beginning, everyone was looking for ways to arrange jobs for their children.

Escape to the countryside.

It’s not like that now, unlike the first few years when people proposed voluntary going to the countryside.

During those years, many young people volunteered to go to the countryside with great enthusiasm.

Some people applied to live in the countryside as early as 1955.

Haven't come back until now.

Everyone knows what it means for educated youth to go to the countryside.

Later, there were really no jobs.

Every household began to study how to send their children to rural areas close to Beijing as educated youth.

There are many cases where parents, brothers and sisters have turned against each other because of a quota.

In April, the Bai family courtyard is filled with the fragrance of flowers and is full of vitality.

Begonias, magnolias, peonies and lilacs are all in bloom.

At this moment, after dinner.

Lin Manyu and Bai Ye were playing with their two little granddaughters under the arbour.

"mom…"

She heard her eldest son's voice coming from outside the Moon Gate and quickly stood up.

Go open the door for him.

"I'm home."

"Ah."

Dabao met his mother's smiling eyes and couldn't help but go forward and hug her gently.

Just like the way my mother hugged me when I was a child.

"Dad, I'm back."

Bai Ye looked at his eldest son who was in good spirits.

Nodded with relief.

"Well, go put the things in the house first."

In the kitchen, Meng Xiaoou saw her husband coming back through the window.

I had wanted to go out to greet him a long time ago, but had not done anything because of my pride.

At this moment, he was seen walking into the house.

Quickly get out of the kitchen and follow him back to the bedroom.

Dabao looked at his wife who followed him into the bedroom.

I couldn't help but reach out and hug her, and kiss her cherry-like rosy lips hard.

After the kiss, he bent down again and gently pressed his forehead against her fair and pretty forehead.

"How are you doing? Have you received the salary that my company mails back to me every month?"

"I live a comfortable life every day, but I always miss you."

Meng Xiaoou sat on the sofa with Dabao and snuggled up to him.

"Wife, I am sorry for you."

"Qingyi, I am willing."

“Hehe…” Dabao looked at his wife’s serious expression.

He lowered his head and pecked her eye gently.