Two generations of military wives compete for time

Qian Yizhen's body was getting heavier and heavier, and he said to Secretary Zhang Yuchen: "It seems that I have to work from home again. I have to trouble you and Shi Jiayang to go to my house every day." Zhang Yuchen hurriedly said: "It's okay, Mr. Qian, you are having a baby and starting a business at the same time, I envy and admire you."

“Ding ding ding”, “Come in.”

Wang Min stood in front of Qian Yizhen: "Stand up quickly and let me see how your belly can be so full of babies, triplets. Oh my God, I was shocked." Qian Yizhen stood up, took two steps in front of Wang Min, and sat on the sofa.

"Starting tomorrow, don't come to work at the company. I'll take care of this place when I have time. Having a baby is more important." Wang Min said seriously.

"I won't compete with you for the first child. I want to be the godmother of the triplets. Remember to say hello to Ming Yuanhui in advance." Wang Min said seriously.

Qian Yizheng: "Okay, okay, godmother has the final say." The two of them laughed and laughed.

When they returned to their grandparents' house, Qian Yizhen couldn't wait to pick up Junhua and kiss her on the cheek. Junhua hugged her mother's neck and tilted her head to put her cheek close to Qian Yizhen's mouth.

Grandma Chen Yalu formally informed Qian Yizheng: "From today on, you and your daughter will not have to return to live at Jinyu Academy. The room next to your grandma and grandpa's bedroom has been prepared for you. It will be easier for your grandma and grandpa to take care of you if you live here. It's inconvenient and unsafe for you to run around with your big belly." Qian Yizheng nodded with emotion. Her grandma and grandpa always think more carefully than herself.

"Grandma and grandpa, starting tomorrow, I will work from home. Do you agree?"

"Okay, okay, this way you can spend more time with Junhua and your mother, killing two birds with one stone." Grandma Chen Yalu said as she dried the quilts.

Qian Yiyun hurried in: "Sister, it's bad, Qian Zuhui sent a telegram saying that Master Qian was burned to death."

Qian Yizhen took the telegram and said, "Don't worry, go find your parents and we can discuss it."

Dad Qian took Mom Qian's hand and walked to the living room and sat on the sofa: "Just die, living is suffering." Dad Qian said lightly.

Grandma and grandpa took Junhua out, and it was not convenient for them to interrupt the Qian family's affairs.

"Dad, how about this? Let Yiyun accompany you back to Lijia Village tomorrow to handle grandpa's funeral. Here is two thousand yuan, take it. After the funeral, help Qian Zuhui renovate the old house at home. The old house passed down from my great-grandfather has always been patched up and lived in every year. It has become a dilapidated house and it's time to renovate it." Qian's father took the money and burst into tears.

"Dad, after we send grandpa away, build a new house, and settle Qian Zuhui's family, please come back as soon as possible. My mom can't live without you." Qian's father nodded.

"Dad, let me give you a warning first. The money for building the house cannot be given to Qian Zuhui and Gao Cuihua. Gao Cuihua and her three daughters will turn the money into pig heads and eat it. She doesn't care whether there is a house to live in or not." Qian Yiyun was furious when he thought of Qian Zuhui and Gao Cuihua.

In the evening, Professor Chen heard that Mr. Qian had passed away, so he hurried over to comfort Mr. Qian and handed him 1,000 yuan: "Brother, I'm so sad. Go quickly and come back soon. I'll wait for you here."

After a bumpy and dusty road, Dad Qian, Qian Yiyun and Shi Jiayang drove to Qian Zuhui's home in Lijia Village.

Grandpa Qian's body was covered with a straw mat in the yard. Several neighbors and villagers stood in the yard watching. Qian Zuhui, Gao Cuihua, Goudan and Gou Huan sat on the ground, waiting silently.

It turned out that ever since Qian's father and mother went to the provincial capital, Qian Zuhui and Gao Cuihua had moved into the main house where Grandpa Qian and Grandma Qian lived. They asked Grandpa Qian to live in Qian's father and mother's room, but he refused.

Since then, Mr. Qian worked during the day and slept in the straw hut at night. In recent days, due to the cold weather, Mr. Qian went to the kitchen stove to light a fire to keep warm. Who would have thought that he fell asleep in a daze and caused a fire, burning himself to death.

Qian Yiyun said angrily: "Qian Zuhui, Gao Cuihua, are you still human? Treating an old man like this! You are worse than animals." With tears in her eyes, she burst into tears at her grandfather lying under the straw mat.

Grandpa Qian was deaf and dumb since childhood and lived in poverty all his life. When he was 20 years old, his family exchanged a bag of dried sweet potatoes for a wife for him, who was Grandma Qian.

After marriage, he had five daughters, raised three of them, and two of them died young. In order to continue the family line, he adopted a son, Qian Guangzong. Faced with the hungry children, Qian had no other choice but to work day and night like a cow, digging for food on the barren land. He went out of the house to work up the hill, and went back home to feed pigs, sheep, and rabbits. He worked tirelessly all his life.

They ate dark potato flour steamed bread, pickled radish, corn porridge, green onions and garlic, which barely satisfied their hunger and clothing. They wore coarse cloth with patches on top of patches.

He is a mute, and it is common for him to be discriminated against and bullied. Because of the language barrier, he has no friends and is lonely and helpless. Because his family is poor, he is looked down upon. In order for his family to survive, he must work non-stop, and has no intention or ability to care about love and being loved.

Uncle Qian quietly raised the lives of the next generation with his calloused hands. Uncle Qian devoted his life to his children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. This is the great spirit of our ancestors that has continued to thrive and multiply mankind. Uncle Qian died at the age of 84.