The couple made a living in the 1950s.

"How can such young cubs fight?"

"I asked Yubai and he said his feet hurt."

"The girls in the nursery saw that the child turned around and sat right on our white feet."

"She just raised her foot and walked over there, and I was about to hug her away."

"Yubai then grabbed the child's hand and bit it."

"Well, then, shall we go over and sit for a while?"

"I'm going to live in Ning City after a while, so I can't leave here with an incomplete life."

"Row."

Jiang Mingbo tilted his head to look at his daughter-in-law who was bending down to touch her eldest son's feet.

I can't help but think of what my grandma said a long time ago.

He was still in high school at that time. He forgot why, but the conversation at home ended up talking about his father-in-law and mother-in-law's house.

Qingshu has been a famous little daredevil in the hearts of the children in the courtyard since she was a child.

She is delicate and soft, and looks like she is easy to bully.

The children of the same age in the courtyard did not dare to bully her because Dabao and Erbao were there.

It makes her look more delicate and tender.

He didn't quite understand what his grandmother said about Qingshu that day until a long time later.

Grandma said, "The three children of the Bai family usually seem to like playing like other children of their age."

"In fact, they are very sensible in their conduct."

"Don't look at the little girl of the Bai family, who clings to her mother tenderly every day."

"She is also a little delicate girl who is thoughtful about everything and likes to make people feel comfortable with just a little bit of thought."

Now that they have lived together for so long, they understand more and more what their grandmother said.

"Okay, that child is the granddaughter of Zhuang Qiyan's family."

"Ok?"

Sanbao shifted his gaze from the two children to Jiang Mingbo.

"Fang Chunying's granddaughter?"

"That's not it."

"Ok?"

Jiang Mingbo saw that his wife was interested, so she sat down on the bed and looked at him.

"Zhuang Silu of the Zhuang family is the child of Political Commissar Zhuang's younger brother."

"This child is Zhuang Silu's daughter."

"Political Commissar Zhuang's brother and sister-in-law all died on the battlefield."

"Zhuang Silu has been living with his uncle."

"Oh, we haven't eaten the two bottles of canned yellow peaches that Yang Hua and Gu Yue brought last time."

"Bring it to the child later."

"Well, that's fine too."

He and Political Commissar Zhuang are of different levels, so they don't have many opportunities to interact with each other.

Two cans weren't out of place, they were just right.

As Jiang Mingbo spoke, he lay down on the bed.

He let his two sons crawl all over him.

Sanbao looked at his eldest son who was sitting on his father's belly and laughing with his younger brother.

Reach out and touch his little nose.

"You little brat, not only did you lose your own can of yellow peaches, you also lost your brother's can of yellow peaches."

She looked at her eldest son who just smiled foolishly and didn't know what to say.

"When the little one is in pain, it's a good thing for him to know to go back."

"It just looks like he's smiling foolishly now."

At this time, in a two-story building on the other side of the military compound.

Political Commissar Zhuang was also holding a little girl in his arms.

"It's okay, Grandpa, rub our Jing'er's hands."

Zhuang Qiyan did not stop his hands and moved his gaze from the child in his arms to his wife.

"This little Jing'er stretched out her little hand when she saw me. The little one knew how to complain."

Fang Chunying knew what her husband meant and glanced at her sister sitting on the sofa.

She secretly hated herself for making a fool of herself in front of her.

Her sister would come to the army to see her every now and then, and ask for paper and drinks, but she couldn't just confront her.

I also have to help her buy the ticket.

Fang Chunying adjusted her mood and looked at her husband with a smile.

"When Xiao Xu and I went to the nursery to pick up Jing'er, we found out that Jing'er's hand was bitten by another child."

"It was said that it was the child of Jiang Mingbo, the political commissar of the 35th Regiment who bit him."

"Well, it's inevitable that children's bumps and bruises are something worth talking about."

As Zhuang Qiyan spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the little hand of the girl in his arms.

I thought to myself, this child needs to be taught not to be bullied.

He was thinking about Jiang Mingbo in his mind. This young man had both knowledge and military merits.

I thought about what I had heard about Jiang Mingbo.

He looked up at his wife again to see if Jing'er had bitten back.