The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Furong did not wait for Jiang Xiaocui and went home alone first. There were old and young people at home, and she was afraid that they would be waiting anxiously.

When she was almost home, she saw a soldier stopped at her door. She quickly ran over and asked, "Excuse me, are you from the Logistics Department?"

Before he finished speaking, the soldier turned around and laughed, "Jiang Furong! I'm just looking here to see which house is yours."

It turned out to be Squad Leader Fu.

Jiang Furong also smiled: "It's you, Captain Fu, are you here to see me?"

"Yes, I came to see you! I wanted to ask if you were free tomorrow. I've already found the wheel."

"Available! On call anytime!"

"Great! Come to the playground at eight tomorrow morning. I'll be waiting for you there."

"Make sure you're there on time."

Squad Leader Fu had said everything he needed to say, and he didn't know what to say next: "Then I'll go back to the kitchen first."

"Wait a minute!" Jiang Furong suddenly remembered something: "Do you have enough tools to repair the car? You might even need a welding gun."

Squad Leader Fu slapped his head and said, "If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten. Yes, yes, yes, I'll go borrow it later. What else do you need?"

Jiang Furong shook her head: "That's all I can think of. Let's see the details tomorrow and talk about it then."

"That's settled then. I'll go borrow a welding gun first." Squad Leader Fu didn't expect things to go so smoothly, so he left happily.

Jiang Furong waited until Squad Leader Fu's back disappeared onto the main road before she walked up the steps and stomped her feet under the porch to shake off the mud on her shoes.

Jiang Zhaohui had been hiding behind the curtains and watching for a while. She saw the soldier talking to Jiang Furong and thought he was escorting her home. She felt relieved. When Jiang Furong reached the top of the stairs, she immediately opened the door and said, "Sister, you're back!"

"Well, sweep the dirt at the door." Jiang Furong pointed towards Hu Xiuqing's bedroom and asked softly, "Are you still awake?"

Jiang Chaohui didn't say anything, just shook his head.

Jiang Furong understood and told Jiang Zhaohui, "I found someone. Someone will come to help fix our door later. Please keep an eye on them. I'm going to the small room at the back to look for something."

I think I saw some white-line gloves last time. I need to take them out because they will be needed tomorrow.

As soon as he entered the house, Xiao Baoying ran over holding a playing card: "Sister, four six twenty-four!"

Jiang Furong smiled and praised him: "Xiao Baoying is right!"

Grandma Jiang said nearby, "Little Baoying can count now, and he can count even faster than Zhaohui."

Jiang Furong was surprised: "Ah? Xiao Baoying can calculate now?"

Jiang Furong had just taught this card game not long ago. Her main purpose was to strengthen the mental arithmetic ability of Jiang Zhaohui and Jiang Guoqing, so that Xiao Baoying could learn some calculation by watching them.

Four cards are randomly drawn each time, and then the numbers less than ten on the cards are added, subtracted, multiplied and divided. The final answer must be twenty-four.

It looks quite simple, but if you have never played it, you will need to figure it out first.

When they first started playing, Jiang Chaohui had to think for a long time, and Jiang Guoqing often couldn't figure it out.

So Jiang Furong asked them to say out loud the steps of the calculation when they were doing it.

I didn’t expect that little Baoying could actually watch it.

Jiang Furong gave Xiao Baoying a thumbs up and praised him: "I'll give you a star right away."

After saying that, he didn't rush to look for anything. He first drew a five-pointed star on the chart on the wall.

She used a team approach to train the three children, and the results were amazing.

Grandma Jiang watched from the side, and each child praised her: "That's great! It's good to be educated."

Xiao Baoying said: "Being educated means not swearing and not fighting."

Grandma Jiang laughed out loud: "Xiao Baoying is right."

Jiang Furong shook her head secretly. If Xiao Baoying's parents or grandparents came back, it would be better to go to Xiao Baoying's home during the day to take care of him.

Xiao Baoying lived here for less than ten days in total, but he saw two quarrels. The scenes were very heated and full of tension.

In fact, Jiang Furong was not afraid that Xiao Baoying would tell others about her family affairs. People who dare to quarrel and fight don’t care about face at all. If they want to save face, they will definitely endure it.

She was simply unable to explain this double standard to a child: why are adults allowed to argue, but children can't? Why don't adults stop arguing when they know it's bad?

"Sister, someone's coming!" Jiang Zhaohui pushed the door open a crack and stuck half of his head in: "I wonder if he's coming to our house."

Jiang Furong stood up and went to the door, and saw a familiar face. It was the soldier who replaced the faucet of the heating pipe in her home when she tried to turn on the heating last time.

"It's you!"

"It's your house!"

The two of them spoke at the same time and laughed at the same time.

Jiang Furong pointed at the footprints under the door panel and said, "It was kicked here and cracked, and the wind has been blowing into the room."

The soldier came over and looked inside and out, then shook his head: "Could this be kicked by a child?"

Jiang Furong pointed at the dent in the wall made by the doorknob and said, "How big a kick would it take to kick the door so hard it hits the wall and cracks the door panel? It would take a fat man weighing at least 150 kilograms to do that."

The soldier sneered and said, "Was the one who kicked the door a man or a woman?"

Jiang Furong shook her head and was about to speak when Xiao Baoying suddenly said, "She's a female spy who was driven out by my sister."

"Haha, female spy!" The soldier laughed and gently pried open the crack with his fingers. "This door is cracked like this, it needs to be replaced. I have to go back and report to my superiors and get you a new door. Now I can only find two wooden boards and nail them to the door to block the crack."

"Okay! Can you nail it today?" Jiang Furong stood behind the door, took a handkerchief and placed it next to the crack. Suddenly, it was blown away by the wind: "With such a strong wind, the heating can't be retained."

The soldier ran back and found some wooden boards and a saw. After working for a while, he finally nailed the door.

Jiang Xiaocui returned home and saw the wooden board nailed to the door. She didn't know what had happened.

Jiang Furong briefly recounted how Yu Caixia came to cause trouble.

Jiang Xiaocui sighed and said, "This board is unpainted. It's glaring when it's nailed to the outside of the door. It doesn't look good. Why don't you have him nail it inside?"

"There are footprints on the door!" Jiang Furong laughed. "Nail the board to the outside of the door, and the footprints will remain there. If she doesn't admit it, I'll tear it down and show it to her."

Jiang Xiaocui laughed out loud: "How come your little head has so many ideas! No wonder Aunt Qin always praises you for being smart."

Jiang Furong quickly gestured to speak in a lower voice.

Jiang Xiaocui rolled her eyes at the door of Hu Xiuqing's room. "When the nails were hammering into the door, the clanging sound wasn't louder than mine, wasn't it?"

Jiang Furong asked softly, "Why did you come back empty-handed?"

What about the new clothes that have been made?