The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Xiaocui whispered, "Your mother is really amazing. She just stayed in the house and refused to come out. I had to bring the noodles back to the house."

Jiang Furong sneered: "It's better to stay in the house and not come out!"

Jiang Xiaocui shook her head: "My mom is worried. She's afraid that she'll be depressed and stay in the house all the time and nothing will happen to her."

"What can happen? If she comes out, something bad will happen to me!" Jiang Furong is not that magnanimous.

Jiang Xiaocui curled her lips: "My mother is too soft-hearted."

Jiang Furong smiled and said, "It's not necessarily because she's soft-hearted, grandma just has strict upbringing."

The old lady has her own family rules and considers things from a different perspective, so it is difficult for the younger generation to say anything.

Jiang Furong decided to arrange her own affairs first: "Aunt, I have to go out to find someone after dinner, and I have to repair the bicycle in the afternoon. I will be back around five o'clock."

"Go ahead, I'm looking after him at home, don't worry. After Xiao Baoying wakes up from his nap, I'll take him out to play. There are many children ahead, so he'll have a lot of fun." Jiang Xiaocui didn't like Hu Xiuqing, so she always took the children out to play.

Jiang Furong couldn't help laughing when she saw Xiao Baoying's appearance: "He looks much more lively."

Looks very down-to-earth.

Jiang Xiaocui said, "Yes, I'm a cat."

Jiang Furong served a bowl of noodles to Xiao Baoying, and then she took her own bowl and sat beside him, eating while looking at him, wondering if he looked like a cat.

"The food in the cafeteria is so delicious! I added such a big pot of soup, but it's still so flavorful!" Jiang Xiaocui scooped noodles from the pressure cooker, brought it out, and placed it in the middle of the dining table: "We'll have noodles for lunch and steamed buns for dinner."

Jiang Guoqing exclaimed, "So much meat? It smells so good! I want three bowls!"

Grandma Jiang asked, "Qingqing, go tell your mom it's time for dinner. Ask if you want to eat outside or have the food brought in? Don't just think about yourself. Go quickly."

Jiang Xiaocui winked at Jiang Furong, meaning, look, my mother is like this.

Jiang Furong curled her lips without saying a word, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the noodle soup that had flowed down Xiao Baoying's chin.

Jiang Guoqing knocked on the door and shouted through the crack: "Mom, it's time for dinner. My aunt made meat noodles. Grandma is calling you to come out and eat."

"I have a toothache and I won't eat now." Hu Xiuqing's voice sounded a little weak.

Jiang Guoqing immediately returned to the table and started eating eagerly: "If you don't eat these delicious noodles, I'll eat them all."

He drank the soup and noodles loudly, smacking his lips, and ate in an exaggerated manner for Hu Xiuqing to hear.

Jiang Furong stopped him: "Qingqing, don't make any noise while eating."

"That's right, only the little pig Luo Luo eats with a smacking sound." Jiang Xiaocui joked deliberately.

Jiang Guoqing didn't care. He gulped down half a bowl in one go before looking up and saying, "I went to the production team's pig farm and saw that the little pig Luo Luo didn't make a 'baji baji' sound at all. He made a 'la la la la' sound."

He buried his head in his food, making gurgling sounds.

It made everyone laugh.

After dinner, Jiang Xiaocui handed the lunch box to Jiang Furong and asked quietly, "Are you bringing back dinner?"

"I don't know," Jiang Furong didn't go there to eat, she just wanted to get things done.

She re-drew the diagram of the axle modification.

Jiang Zhaohui looked at him enviously: "Sister, what are you drawing? Is it a bicycle? Can you teach me?"

Jiang Furong waved her hand: "If you have anything you want to ask, write it down first, and come back to ask me when I'm free tonight. I'm doing some calculations right now, and I can't make any noise."

Without a computer, all dimensions had to be calculated by hand, and she would get a little irritated if interrupted.

"Chaohui, Qingqing, come on, let's take Xiao Baoying to the open space at the back to practice sliding." Jiang Xiaocui hurriedly took the children out.

The temperature is around minus ten degrees Celsius. If you pour a basin of water on the ground, it will freeze quickly.

Pour a few buckets of water on the ground to make a small "ice rink".

Jiang Guoqing wasn't interested in playing the simple ones and wanted to go play with his classmates: "I'm going to the front and wait to play sledding."

Some parents are good with their hands and can make sleds. Whichever child brings the sled out to play will become the leader of the children and have the right to decide who plays first and who plays later.

The boys also enjoyed it very much. Even if it was not their turn to ride on the sled, they were happy to be the "puppy" pulling the sled in front.

Jiang Xiaocui felt that Xiao Baoying must enjoy preferential treatment if he wanted to play, but unfortunately the boys refused. So she simply poured water on the open space outside the backyard door and made a "private skating rink" where she could play however she wanted.

After Jiang Furong finished drawing the sketch, she drew another processing drawing for the axle frame, put on her backpack and went to find Lu Xiaochuan.

Lu Xiaochuan's carpentry work was almost finished and he was applying a second coat of paint to the cabinet.

Jiang Furong felt uncomfortable as soon as she smelled the paint. Before she could say anything, she felt that her eyes were so smoked that she couldn't open them.

Seeing this, Lu Xiaochuan quickly asked her to go outside to talk: "This is earth paint, some people can't stand the smell."

Jiang Furong was already getting a headache from the smoke. "What's added to this paint? Has anyone ever been poisoned?"

Lu Xiaochuan smiled innocently: "But this is the case with earth paint. Some people can smell it, but I'm fine. Some people will vomit and their bodies will swell up when they smell it."

Jiang Furong blinked hard and felt her eyelids were swollen and there were tears: "What should I do?"

Lu Xiaochuan was confused: "I see people just wash it with water and it will be fine in two days."

Jiang Furong wiped her tears with her sleeve, forced herself to take out the blueprint, and insisted on talking about the business: "Master Lu, can you do this?"

Lu Xiaochuan took the drawing and understood it immediately: "This is used on large vehicles, it will work."

Jiang Furong wiped away her tears again: "When can you finish it? How much will you charge me?"

Lu Xiaochuan scratched his nose. "I have to go back and look for it. The wood used for this kind of cart is different from the wood used to make cabinets. If I can find the wood, I can make it for you in one night. I don't know how much it would cost to make these two little things, so just give whatever you think is right. Any amount is fine."

When Jiang Furong heard that it could be done, she didn't bother to be polite: "Master Lu, thank you very much, I need it urgently, the sooner the better. Here are the drawings, I'll go to the infirmary to get the medicine first. Thank you!"

After saying that, Jiang Furong wiped her tears and hurried towards the infirmary.

She felt her eyes getting more and more swollen.

There were only three allergy pills in the infirmary, and the nurse was only willing to give her one, so she had to keep two as backup.

What else could Jiang Furong do? Having one was better than having none.

She took out her drinking cup from her schoolbag, asked the nurse for half a cup of water, and swallowed the medicine.

When they arrived at the kitchen squad, Squad Leader Fu was shocked to see Jiang Furong with a red nose and swollen eyes. He was speechless and said, "What are you doing? Are you in trouble?"

Is the tricycle broken? Squad Leader Fu made plans for the worst.

Jiang Furong had just taken some allergy medicine, and the effect had not yet taken effect, so she could only bite the bullet and say that she was allergic to raw lacquer.

"No big deal. I'll ask them to boil some pepper water and wash it." Squad Leader Fu knows a lot.