The couple made a living in the 1950s.

Although she is an old woman with low education, she admires scholars the most.

Most of the educated people are sensible.

She hopes that her granddaughter will grow up to be a good girl like Comrade Bai downstairs.

Although, I have never met Comrade Bai’s parents.

However, there is a family that can raise an outstanding girl like Comrade Bai.

Her mother must be a wonderful person.

Aunt Fang opened the door and looked at Jiang Mingbo who was standing outside with a cloth handbag.

Smiling, she stepped aside to let him in.

"Comrade Jiang, Dawei is going to be home late, so he asked you to bring back a message?"

"Auntie, have you finished your Baohua milk powder?"

"We just happened to have a few bags of milk powder at home."

As Jiang Mingbo spoke, he handed the milk powder in his hand to Aunt Fang and turned to leave.

At this moment, Aunt Fang must be feeling very nervous.

He and Qingshu couldn't pretend not to know and not lend the milk powder to Li Guihua.

She used Xiao Baohua's name, and for the sake of Captain Fang's face, he had to go through this fake trick.

Aunt Fang closed the door and turned to look at Li Guihua, her eyes blazing with anger.

Political Commissar Jiang and his wife are kind and righteous, if it weren’t for this bag of milk powder.

She is still in the dark, and in a few days she will have to watch her son carry bags of milk powder.

In the family building, he returned milk powder to his comrades door to door.

It's really embarrassing.

Seeing Aunt Fang’s murderous look, Li Guihua quickly ran out of the door.

Today, her daughter went to a nearby village with other military families in the family compound to exchange eggs.

I guess I should be back after a while.

Aunt Fang saw Li Guihua leave, took a deep breath, then turned around and smiled into her granddaughter's surprised big eyes.

The Chinese New Year had just passed and there was still some meat at home.

She even bought several bags of milk powder for her granddaughter before the New Year.

Li Guihua has a variety of ways to subsidize her son.

After comforting her granddaughter, Aunt Fang walked to the cabinets in the master bedroom.

He put the milk powder in his hand under his own milk powder and saved it for his granddaughter.

When you return the milk powder tomorrow afternoon, you must bring the milk powder you bought yourself.

Although, the military district service center has always sold a kind of milk powder.

You can't return the milk powder intact, that's not good.

After dinner, Sanbao didn't hear any quarreling coming from upstairs.

You know, Aunt Fang chose not to talk about this matter with Li Guihua in person.

The children were all fed and fell asleep. Jiang Mingbo looked down at the children in his arms with a slightly awkward expression.

A hint of understanding flashed through his mind, but he didn't show it on his face.

I habitually kiss her cute little ears.

"Wife, there is no quarrel upstairs."

"You're not used to it?"

When Sanbao heard what he said, he looked up at him casually.

She turned sideways and hugged his strong waist.

The little hands don’t forget to touch the muscles a few more times.

"I'm just curious about how Aunt Fang will resolve this situation."

"I had nothing else to do during my confinement, so it was quite interesting to listen to the gossips in the family compound."

"I used to work in the office during the day, and I didn't know that such interesting things would happen in the family housing."

Jiang Mingbo knew that she was talking about Fu Xiaomei's plan to go on a blind date with Yang Hua two days ago.

Yang Hua has been very low-key since he came to the military region. He was transferred from the border to Yang City because he had made meritorious services but was injured.

The fact that he was the son of a major general was not publicized.

Like most wounded soldiers transferred to other posts, he came to Yang City to serve as a hero.

Yang Hua is not only the younger brother of his good college friend, but his uncle also wrote to him and asked him to take care of him at a critical time.

Yang Hua, like his brother, is not an incompetent person.

Normally, he gets along well with himself and his comrades.

I just don’t know what’s going on with Fu Xiaomei’s aunt Fu Chunying.

I have to hold on to him.

Thinking about his guess when he met Yang Hua before, Fu Chunying might know that he was the son of Major General Yang He.

Jiang Mingbo felt a little headache.

My idea coincides with Yang Hua's, which is not good news.

If Yang Hua's identity were to become known to everyone, his working environment in the Yang City Military Region would be more or less affected.

"We can't help with Yang Hua's matter."

"You can't just come out and order Fu Xiaomei to stay away from him."

"They are all in the army, the men are unmarried and the women are unmarried."

"Yang Hua has to figure out a way to make Fu Xiaomei and her niece give up."

As Jiang Mingbo spoke, he couldn't help but hold the person in his arms tighter.

This little girl has been able to take a shower since she came out of confinement.

She returned to the way she was before she gave birth to her two sons, liking to sleep close to me.

He was tortured every day and was neither getting up nor down.

He felt the even breathing of the person in his arms, then reached out and put her in a comfortable sleeping position.

I closed my eyes too.

While his sons were fast asleep, he had to go to bed as well.

After the two little ones wake up, I have to get up and make milk powder for them.

The next morning, Jiang Mingbo heard his sons whimpering as usual, and quickly got up to comfort them.

After feeding them all with milk powder, he sat down beside the bed and pinched his wife's little nose.

"Qingshu, the children won't go to bed."

"You take a look at them. I'm going to the cafeteria to buy breakfast."

Sanbao was sleeping in a daze. Last night, his two sons made a lot of noise and Brother Mingbo couldn’t coax them to sleep by himself.

They each coaxed one of them to sleep.

At this moment, she was feeling sleepy.

Sanbao tried hard to open his eyes and stretched out his hand to signal Jiang Mingbo to hug him.

It was not until Sanbao sat down on the head of the bed that he finally woke up from his daze.

She smiled and signaled to Jiang Mingbo that she could do it herself.

Jiang Mingbo put his two sons to bed next to his wife before he went out to buy breakfast.

It had been a long time since he asked Qingshu what she wanted to eat for breakfast.

Now the style of breakfast in the army canteen is very fixed, with two of the following to choose from every day: steamed buns, dumplings, cakes, or wowotou.

The most common meal was corn porridge, and only on the day when the food supplies were delivered would we be made a meal of pure rice.

Most of the time, coarse grains and rice are mixed together and eaten.

The supply of boiled eggs can still be seen every now and then as before.

In addition to basic food supplies, their troops also grow their own food, vegetables, and raise chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs.

In normal times, in addition to participating in military training, the soldiers also do a lot of work in the fields.

The kitchen squad is responsible for the most farm work, while ensuring that the soldiers' meals are as nutritious as possible.

Most of the cooks are busy preparing food for chickens, ducks, geese and pigs.

When the weather is warm, we have to go up the mountain to pick wild grass for them to eat.

The great war was obviously over for the time being, and in peacetime they still had to eat their fill while trying to save as much food as possible.

in case the emergency.

When Jiang Mingbo arrived at the cafeteria, it was just time for the soldiers to eat.

There were a few people inside, most of whom were like him, buying breakfast in the three to five minutes before the soldiers arrived at the canteen.