The couple made a living in the 1950s.

After washing up, Jiang Mingbo went into the bedroom and saw his young wife sitting at the desk writing a letter.

He simply took out some paper, sat down at the dressing table and started writing a letter to his father.

I don’t know how my grandma’s health is, and it’s time for my brother to get married.

I don’t know if my mother has felt more at ease during this period.

Sanbao also liked the letter from home, so he stood up and sat next to Jiang Mingbo to watch him write.

After he finished writing the letter, the two of them went to bed and prepared to sleep.

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

dong dong dong...

The next morning, a knock on the door made Sanbao slowly open his eyes in Jiang Mingbo's arms.

Jiang Mingbo looked at the person in his arms and frowned slightly.

Reach out and touch her cheek.

"You sleep a little longer. I'll go see who's knocking on the door."

When he opened the door, he saw Pan Zhaodi standing at the door.

Pan Zhaodi saw that it was Jiang Mingbo who opened the door.

She secretly took a step back. If the person who opened the door was not Bai Qingshu, she really didn't know how to start the conversation.

I wanted to say that to her last time, but I haven't said it until now.

Jiang Mingbo looked at Pan Zhaodi who had been silent, but he was not in a hurry.

Pan Zhaodi’s husband Wei Guoqiang was not a soldier under his command.

He was in the 37th Regiment, and Liu An was the deputy commander of the 37th Regiment.

Qingshu likes to play with Liu An's wife.

I am willing to give some patience to Liu An and his regiment's soldiers.

"Commissar Jiang, is Comrade Xiaobai up yet?"

Pan Zhaodi looked into the house as she spoke.

Unfortunately, Jiang Mingbo was standing at the door.

His tall and strong physique blocked the door tightly.

Pan Zhaodi couldn't see anything.

When Jiang Mingbo saw her like this, his face turned cold slightly.

"She's in the bathroom, just tell me if you have anything to say."

Pan Zhaodi was a little hesitant when she heard this.

She quietly clenched the corner of her clothes and looked up at Jiang Mingbo.

"Political Commissar Jiang, I would like Comrade Xiaobai to bring me some wool."

"I won't go to the city by car."

"Yeah, I'll tell her."

After saying that, Jiang Mingbo reached out and closed the door.

When he turned around, he saw his wife sitting in the small hall, looking at him with a smile.

"Officers and their families had to pay 2 cents to the army for every military bus they took to the city."

"Pan Zhaodi is reluctant to spend money."

Sanbao smiled and nodded until Jiang Mingbo went out to the cafeteria to buy breakfast.

She then got up and went to the kitchen to make egg custard.

You can't bring anything to anyone you don't know.

Once it happens, there will be a second time.

In the end, everyone came to her to bring things.

Then wouldn't my life be a mess?

Every month, she spends one yuan and forty cents on transportation to go to work in the city.

Not to be a purchasing agent for military families.

Time flies.

Today is Sunday, and Sanbao didn't sleep as long as usual.

It's the same as when I was at work.

At 6:20, we arrived at the military gate and took a military vehicle to the city.

This military vehicle cannot be used unless weather conditions allow.

Otherwise, it would have been traveling back and forth between the army and Yangshi City all year round.

This is to make it more convenient for military dependents to go to the city to purchase daily necessities.

Brother Mingbo has to go to the army for a meeting in the morning.

I told him that I wanted to go to the city to go shopping with Wang Hongli.

He had no doubts either.

Sanbao thought about what he was going to do later.

I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

I hope she and Mingbo are in good health and can have a baby smoothly.

It was only seven-thirty when Sanbao arrived in the city.

The doctor starts seeing patients at eight o'clock.

She was not in a hurry after getting off the bus.

I walked slowly to the First Hospital of Medical University.

When she arrived at the hospital, it was exactly 8:10.

There weren't many people in the hospital, and it took her less than twenty minutes to queue up for registration.

At the entrance of the gynecology clinic.

Sanbao sat there obediently, waiting for the doctor to come up with the results.

The female gynecologist just now looked to be in her forties.

He looks a little serious, but fortunately he has good professional ethics.

At this time, the B-ultrasound imaging process is slow.

She was waiting a little impatiently.