The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Roadblocks were set up on the way to the playground, and no outsiders were allowed to pass.

Jiang Furong's idea of going to the playground to take a look was dashed, so she could only go home.

The argument and confrontation in the morning made her once again realize the fragility of her small body. In addition to hypoglycemia, malnutrition was also inevitable.

Under the premise that nutrition cannot be guaranteed temporarily, exercise is the best way to change your destiny and should be ranked first among your daily tasks.

She really misses the time when you can sign up for any class if you have money, and learn any sport you like. She saved a lot of videos and added a lot of personal trainer contact information, but now that she has changed time and space, she can't take away anything that doesn't belong to her mind.

Living conditions were so poor, she didn't know what else she could do besides running.

"Teacher Jiang!" Luo Danfeng was wandering around the Jiang family's door. Seeing Jiang Furong come back was like seeing a savior: "I thought you were out and wouldn't be back until tonight."

Jiang Furong smiled, took off the keychain hanging around her neck, opened the door, and let the guest in: "Aunt Luo, I didn't know you came so early. I just sent my brother to school, and the house is a bit messy. Please sit down and I'll clean it up and it will be ready soon."

There is nothing to clean at home, she just has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After breakfast, her younger brother and sister took the initiative to put the empty bowls into the kitchen sink and put the stools back in place. If the house was messy, it was actually because the dining table was too old. Even after wiping it, there were still marks left by the bowls. It didn't feel good to sit on it and give a lecture. She felt that wiping it again in front of the guests would show respect to the guests.

Luo Danfeng's jaw almost dropped to the ground: "Teacher Jiang, your house is so clean, and you still call it messy? Then my house can only be called a pigsty, there is no place to step."

"Aunt Luo, you should just call me Xiao Jiang or just call me Jiang Furong." Jiang Furong wasn't good at chatting with her sister-in-law and aunt, so she tried to keep the topic down to business. "When I get a job and become a real teacher, you can call me Teacher Jiang."

Luo Danfeng exclaimed, "Where are you planning to work? Are you really going to be a teacher? Then it's not wrong for me to call you Teacher Jiang now."

Jiang Furong smiled and said, "I haven't started working yet. My parents didn't tell me."

She heard that work indicators were difficult to obtain, but she didn't know where to get them and hadn't had time to inquire.

Luo Danfeng still put on a smile, with a hint of flattery in her voice: "Calling you by your name seems too awkward, so I'll call you Xiao Jiang first, and then Teacher Jiang when you start working. Is that okay with you?"

"Okay." Jiang Furong didn't care. It was just a name, after all. She quickly wiped the table and took out a pen and paper. "Aunt Luo, let me first understand your cultural level."

First, check whether Luo Danfeng has received compulsory education, and then find literacy classes or night school textbooks to study and see how to provide tutoring afterwards.

Luo Danfeng hesitated for a moment, and said a little embarrassedly: "Xiao Jiang, just call me Sister Luo or Sister Danfeng. I'm not much older than you. I'm only twenty-four this year."

Jiang Furong was a little surprised. She had always thought of Luo Danfeng as a middle-aged woman.

Luo Danfeng wiped her face awkwardly: "I already look old, and after having a child I don't have time to dress up. My clothes don't even fit me. I'm sorry you misunderstood me."

Jiang Furong thought, you call my mother Erhu Sister, how can you blame me for misunderstanding? However, she would not say such hurtful truths, but just said lightly: "Then I will call you Sister Luo. Sister Luo, have you ever been to school?"

She didn't want to chat and just focused on the business.

Luo Danfeng chuckled awkwardly, "Xiao Jiang, well, I came to your house because I wanted you to come over to my house to give me lessons. Hehe, my child is young at home, and he'll make a fuss if he's not around. Oh, no, no, if you come to my house, the child won't make a fuss, and I won't bother the child while I'm giving you tutoring. Oh, it's not that I won't bother the child, it's, well, it's something, Xiao Jiang, don't worry, I promise the child won't make a fuss when you're at my house."

Luo Danfengyu tried desperately to explain clearly, but the more she spoke, the less she understood.

But Jiang Furong understood.

Many women have to face this dilemma, but they are helpless and can only sink into it day after day and suffer greatly.

"So, are you here to tell me, or do you want to start today and go to your house now?" Jiang Furong understood the other party's situation and temporarily put aside her aversion to infants and young children.

Luo Danfeng obviously didn't expect Jiang Furong to be so easy to talk to. She was overjoyed and panicked at the same time: "Ah? Can we go now? Oh, that's great. Then you can go to my house now. When I came out, the child was sleeping. I was afraid she would wake up and fall down."

Jiang Furong stood up and stuffed the paper and pen into her bag: "Let's go."

Why are there such careless mothers everywhere who dare to lock the door and run out as soon as their children fall asleep?

Aren’t there enough accidents?

Fortunately, the two houses were not far apart, only four bungalows apart, and it took less than two or three minutes to walk there.

Luo Danfeng's house was next to the street, the front door open with only a six-inch long curtain hanging. Before she even reached the steps to the hallway, she called out, "Mom, I'm back. I'm bringing guests with me."

No one came out from the door to greet me. I only heard a voice say "hmm" and then there was no sound.

Luo Danfeng let Jiang Furong in and introduced her with a smile: "Xiao Jiang, this is my husband Liu Zhiguo's mother-in-law, she just came from her hometown." She then introduced her to her mother-in-law: "Mother, this is Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Furong greeted politely: "Hello, Auntie."

Luo Danfeng's mother-in-law looked to be in her fifties, with gray hair on her temples, her hair combed back. She had a long, fair face, sharp eyes, and thin lips. She nodded with a half-smile, "You're not too tall. Please sit down."

She asked the guests to sit down, but she just sat there motionless, showing neither the courtesy to greet guests nor the enthusiasm to treat them.

The tone and wording of the voice also made Jiang Furong feel very uncomfortable. She thought about finding an excuse to leave later.

It's so uncomfortable to study in this kind of atmosphere.

Besides, there was only one chair in the living room, and the old lady was sitting there alone. Where should she sit?

Luo Danfeng exclaimed, "The stool is in my room! I'll get it out right away." She sheepishly explained to Jiang Furong, "I was afraid the child would fall off the bed, so I moved two stools from the living room to the bedroom and placed them next to the bed. That way, the child won't be able to roll onto the floor."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a muffled sound.

"It's over, it's over, my baby fell to the ground." Luo Danfeng screamed and rushed into the bedroom.

A moment later, the child's heart-wrenching cry was heard.

Jiang Furong's scalp was about to explode. She stood in the middle of the living room, trying to remain calm. She didn't know whether to leave or not.