The couple made a living in the 1950s.

After dinner, Sanbao followed Jiang Mingbo and watched him clean up in the kitchen.

She couldn't help but step forward and hug his muscular waist.

"What should we give Mingyu as a gift for his wedding?"

"These few days, I want to exchange some cloth coupons with my comrades and mail them back."

Jiang Mingbo stopped washing the dishes, stood up and turned his head slightly.

Let his wife's little head stick tightly to his back.

"Grandma wrote to say that the boy didn't get any cloth coupons. How about we mail him two sets of clothes?"

"When our child is born, I will find some single officer comrades to exchange for some cloth coupons."

"When these comrades need cloth coupons in the future, I will also help them exchange them."

Sanbao counted the cotton cloth at home in his mind and nodded.

After she nodded, she didn't hear the man's response. It took her a while to realize that Brother Mingbo couldn't see her.

"Yeah, sure."

"Let me know when you have exchanged your cloth coupons. I want to mail some more milk powder back."

An hour later, they both washed up and lay down on the bed to rest.

Sanbao nestled himself in Jiang Mingbo's arms, playing with his slender fingers from time to time.

"Last time there was gunfire in the village, have you found the shooter?"

"Well, the villagers are hunting in the mountains."

"After we investigated thoroughly, we confiscated the shotgun, gave him a verbal warning and then released him."

"Ah That's good."

"You were in a bad mood those days, and I didn't dare to ask you."

"When I was a girl at home, it was during the few times my eldest brother was at home."

“Sometimes I frown.”

"Every time that happened, my parents wouldn't let my younger brother and I disturb my older brother."

"Ah."

Sanbao lay on Jiang Mingbo's chest and did not see the helplessness that flashed across his eyes.

There is still no conclusion as to the incident of the last gunshot.

The only person captured was transferred to a special interrogation department and is no longer in Yang City.

In the army, the people who were blocking and checking various intersections had already withdrawn.

They had no choice but to retreat. The search team had searched the entire nearby area but found nothing.

Having soldiers on duty on the roadside for a long time can easily cause panic among the people.

Jiang Mingbo felt a little touched as he stroked Sanbao's smooth and delicate shoulders.

"homesick?"

"Ah."

"You have family leave in your army, but we don't have a single day off in our bureau."

"Sometimes I wonder if we could all have Sundays together."

Jiang Mingbo felt so heartbroken when he heard her words.

I couldn't help but lower my head and gently kiss her forehead.

"Qingshu, it's all because of me."

"I am willing to do so. My parents also hope that I can live in the army."

"In recent years, life outside has not been peaceful."

"Living with you in the military compound, there are only some trivial matters between military wives."

"There's nothing else for me to worry about."

"Except for feeling homesick from time to time, I feel at ease every day..."

“Wow wow wow…”

The soundproofing in this residential building is poor, and before Sanbao could finish his words, he heard a child crying upstairs.

After a while, the sound of Aunt Fang cursing was heard.

At this time, upstairs at Liu Dahua's house.

Aunt Fang was holding her little granddaughter Fang Baohua in her arms.

The little guy is only five years old, and he is now sobbing in his grandmother's arms.

The little white arm that was exposed was covered with bruises and purple spots.

Fang Dawei sat next to her with a gloomy face, not even looking at Liu Dahua.

Aunt Fang looked at Li Guihua who was sitting there with her neck stiffened.

"How dare you, damned old lady, strangle my granddaughter in my own home."

"How can such a small child hinder you?"

"You are still a grandmother, how could you do that?"

Upon hearing this, Li Guihua's face was full of disapproval.

This little girl is a hindrance to her in many ways.

I have to get up late at night to make milk powder for her.

These milk powders must be saved for her precious grandson.

It's really shameful for a money-losing person to eat and drink so well.