The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Hu Xiuqing woke up early in the morning and saw Jiang Furong sweeping fallen leaves behind her house with a broom. She was very annoyed.

Normally, her daughter was at her beck and call, and the neighbors all said she was good at parenting. But now, Jiang Dapeng's colleagues saw her getting angry, and her good reputation was ruined by her!

Hu Xiuqing was furious at the thought. He deliberately slammed the door when he opened and closed it, making loud ping-pong noises. He even sneered in a voice that Jiang Furong could hear: "Kaba crotch with a broom - what a big shot you are! I wonder how long you can hold on!"

Jiang Furong pretended not to hear and continued sweeping at the same pace.

From last night until now, in just a few hours, she has witnessed Hu Xiuqing's attitude towards her. It is really consistent. He says one thing in front of her and the same thing behind her back.

How strange it is that there are mothers who hope their daughters fail!

What happened to the saying that mothers are the only good things in the world and children with mothers are like treasures?

Jiang Furong got up earlier than usual today not out of diligence, but because she woke up hungry in the middle of the night.

She woke up in the middle of the night, called Jiang Zhaohui back to his room, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. She found that the cupboard door was locked with a padlock.

To be honest, she is not afraid of being hungry, she is afraid of having stupid teammates.

In her original time and space, she had fired countless stupid teammates for the sake of work and the best interests. She always spoke kindly to them and parted ways amicably, never using such cold and heartless means.

A stupid teammate like Hu Xiuqing is not worthy of her calling her mother.

She is only seventeen years old and has a long way to go in life. What should she do when faced with such a situation?

"Furong, come in after you finish sweeping. I have something to ask you." Jiang Dapeng heard early in the morning that his eldest daughter was helping others with their academic studies. He was puzzled at first, but after thinking about it for a while, he had a guess in his mind that he couldn't say, so he could only tell his daughter what to do.

Hu Xiuqing couldn't hide any of the family's affairs, big or small. To avoid Hu Xiuqing's inquiries, Jiang Dapeng tried to downplay his words: "Furong, you've just recovered from a serious illness and your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Since you agreed to teach others, you must do your best to complete it as if it were a task. First of all, you must have a correct attitude towards learning. When tutoring your neighbors, you should be as serious and responsible as a teacher teaching a student. Remember, treat your comrades with the warmth of spring..."

Hu Xiuqing was annoyed by Jiang Dapeng's report-like speaking style and couldn't bear to listen any longer: "I'm going to the service center to buy pickles. Jiang Dapeng, you make breakfast and wake Qingqing up for school."

"Okay, go quickly and come back soon. Qingqing only needs you to feed her." Jiang Dapeng listened to the bicycle bell fading away and hurriedly instructed his eldest daughter: "Furong, teach her if you can. If you feel you can't, tell me and I'll help you refuse. Although we haven't left the yard, we still need to be vigilant and not be fooled by other people's sugar-coated bullets."

This statement is exactly the opposite of what was said before.

Jiang Furong's eyes were filled with questions: "What is a sugar-coated bullet?"

"Sugar-coated bullets are when people compliment you, praise your intelligence, and say things to make you let your guard down," Jiang Dapeng glanced out the door and lowered his voice. "I'm in the Confidentiality Department, so I hope you can learn from my fine traditions. You must be both responsible and vigilant at work. Aside from academic knowledge, you must not reveal anything else, no matter who asks."

Jiang Furong understood: "Okay, I get it!"

Jiang Dapeng was worried: "What do you know? Tell me again."

Jiang Furong thought for a moment and said, "If he asks me where I go to school, I can tell him. But if he asks me where my dad works and when he'll be back, or where he's on a business trip, I can ask him to ask my dad."

"Correct!" Jiang Dapeng gave a thumbs up, thinking that his eldest daughter was actually very sensible and didn't need to be taught. "That's exactly what I meant."

Jiang Furong pursed her lips and smiled faintly: "Dad, is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

Jiang Dapeng waved his hand, unable to remember what he had said all at once: "That's all. Come back and report to me in the evening."

"Okay." Jiang Furong asked casually, "Dad, can you give me some change? I want to buy a notebook."

There were student exercise books on the counter of the service center. If she wanted to make plans, she should at least have a notebook of her own.

Jiang Dapeng felt his pocket and said, "Oh, I don't have any now. I'll give it to you when I come back."

Jiang Furong nodded: "Okay. Dad, then I..." Before she could finish the words "I'm going to make breakfast", the emergency assembly calls sounded outside, one louder than the other.

Jiang Dapeng stood up quickly, buttoned the discipline button on his collar, ran to the bedroom to fasten his military belt and put on his military cap. In less than a minute, he was fully armed and walked out the door.

Jiang Furong ran out to see what was happening, and saw fully armed uncles rushing out of every household, jogging and automatically forming a line, their backs quickly disappearing into the distance.

The orderly pace and the ready-to-fight atmosphere were so shocking even on the way to the assembly.

Jiang Furong's eyes became hot as she watched.

"My dear, where have you been these days? I haven't seen you." It was Grandma Lu, who lived across from the Jiang family. She was a kind old lady. She came over and took Jiang Furong's hand and said to her, "I'm going to pickle garlic and eggplant in a few days. Can you come over and give me a hand?"

Jiang Furong's favorite thing was all kinds of folk handmade pickled vegetables, so she immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll come if you call me."

Grandma Lu smiled happily and said, "This girl is really good. She is getting more and more beautiful as she grows up. Look at her tall stature, her slender hands, and her fair face. Whoever can take you home will be blessed."

Jiang Furong didn't understand that "bringing home" meant marrying a child. She simply thought it meant the parents bringing the child home. However, the old lady praised her fair complexion and tall and slim figure, which she liked to hear. She politely praised her in return: "Grandma Lu, you are very capable. The pickled vegetables you make are delicious."

Let this kind of sugar-coated bullets between neighbors fly for a while longer.

Everyone loves to hear nice things, so Grandma Lu started talking: "It's easy to pickle garlic and eggplant. I was thinking of having my son dig a cellar to store cabbage, but now that he's gone, I don't think we can dig a cellar anymore. If you don't go out, come pickle cabbage with me. I have chili powder at home, and I'll pickle some fresh pickles for you. My family loves my freshly pickled pickles, and they can eat up a whole bowl of them!"

Grandma Lu gestured exaggeratedly and even laughed out loud.

Jiang Furong began to drool as she listened, blurting out something in the Xian dialect: "Gasang Hani Da!"

It means thank you in Korean, one of the few Korean words she knows.

Grandma Lu was even happier: "You can speak Xian language, too? And can you dance the Xian dance?"