The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Hu Xiuqing was really frightened: "What did you say?"

There are two rows of courtyards where the leaders live, and there is a small path between the courtyard walls. Usually, except for the leaders' family members and the service soldiers, few family members of the compound go there. Even those naughty kids who dare to go to heaven and earth don't go there to play.

The family members on the compound side all said that the trees on the chief's side of the compound were murderous, and they couldn't help but turn around even though they were far away. They would rather take a few more steps than pass by there.

When mentioning the leader and the leader's courtyard, Hu Xiuqing immediately felt fear and his anger disappeared.

"She asked me if I was free to help her clear out the debris in the yard." Jiang Furong tilted her head and answered lightly.

While she was greeting the chief's wife, she glanced at the corner of the yard and saw some miscellaneous items piled there, including tables, chairs and benches with missing legs, a small cabinet with broken glass, and two baskets, all filled with something unknown and covered with a large piece of rainproof cloth.

She knew at first glance that the junk had to be thrown away.

How should I put it? Anyway, based on the way the chief's wife dressed, she was sure that the chief's wife didn't like junk.

Unfortunately, even though she answered as detailed as possible, she still couldn't get the leader's wife to stay and say a few more words.

Moreover, the look in the chief's wife's eyes when she looked at her was quite sharp, and there was a hint of wariness in it.

She had no choice but to leave as if nothing had happened.

But you can't blame her, really. Who made her stare at that pile of junk and couldn't help but look at it again and again?

The Jiang family is now penniless. In the sisters' bedroom, there is nothing but a bed, and the clothes are folded and piled at the end of the bed. There are two rows of nails hanging behind the bedroom door, the upper row is for hanging clothes, and the lower row is for hanging the sisters' face towels.

To Jiang Furong, those broken tables and chairs are recyclable and environmentally friendly resources!

Hu Xiuqing asked doubtfully, "Would the commander ask you for help? His orderly isn't here?"

Jiang Furong had no idea what an orderly did: "I didn't see any orderly. The emergency call was blown this morning. Did they all leave?"

Hu Xiuqing was skeptical: "Why are you asked to go when the orderly isn't here? How can you be the one to do something good like this?"

Jiang Furong remained calm: "Anyway, I called her. If you don't believe me, you can go and ask."

Hu Xiuqing glared at him and said, "Are you crazy? I'm just asking you to do a job, not to become a leader. What are you bragging about? It's because the orderly is not here!"

After a few questions, Hu Xiuqing's suspicions were gone, and her nameless anger had almost subsided. Feeling hungry, she found a way out for herself, turned around, took Jiang Guoqing's hand and went to the kitchen: "Come on, Mom will make you something delicious. I'll also steam some rice cakes for you to dip in sugar, okay?"

Jiang Guoqing refused to go: "I don't eat sweet food, I want spicy food, and I want to eat steamed buns with mustard sauce."

Once you get used to the spicy taste of mustard sauce, it's easy to like that unique spiciness.

Hu Xiuqing curled her lips and said, "What's good to eat? Mom will stir-fry some noodles with green onions, okay? Oh, we're out of flour and noodles, so what should we eat?"

Hu Xiuqing was talking to herself as she opened the kitchen cupboards and looked around.

Lifting the lid of the steamer on the wood stove, a dozen plump, yellow sweet potato buns lie in the pot, and a unique sweet potato fragrance emanates.

Hu Xiuqing was startled and sniffed hard, but did not smell the expected sour smell of old dough and excessive baking soda. Suspiciously, she picked up a steamed bun and put it under her nose to smell it. It had a very fragrant aroma of flour and steamed sweet potatoes.

"What is this?" Hu Xiuqing couldn't help but take a bite and looked at the small air hole on the steamed bun. "Why is it so yellow? What did you put in the dough, Boss?"

Jiang Furong in the living room didn't want to talk.

She was really impressed by Hu Xiuqing. Just a minute ago, he was yelling at her, scolding her and calling for her to kill, but now he was asking her how she cooked the meal as if nothing had happened.

No answer!

Jiang Zhaohui looked at Jiang Furong, then at the kitchen door, and decided to speak on his sister's behalf: "My sister said that she exchanged rice for sweet potatoes this afternoon and mixed them with flour to make steamed buns."

Hu Xiuqing had already chewed half of it, but she didn't taste any sweet potato at all. "Nonsense! Can you make steamed buns with sweet potatoes? If you can make steamed buns with sweet potatoes, why would the villagers exchange them for rice and flour?"

Jiang Furong looked at Jiang Zhaohui, her eyes saying, see, this is what you have to say, and she won't believe it even if you say it.

Jiang Chaohui had never cooked before, but he just heard his sister talk about exchanging sweet potatoes. She also told her that there were a few sweet potatoes buried under the stove ash, so she could get up in the middle of the night to eat them if she was hungry.

The two sisters were talking happily, but their mother's return ruined all the happiness.

Hu Xiuqing cut half a head of pickled cabbage, cooked a bowl of pickled cabbage vermicelli with the pork scraps from the lard, and brought out the sweet potato buns in a small bowl. "The buns look heavier in alkaline flour, but it's not too noticeable when you eat them. I added vinegar and steamed them again to prevent the flour from becoming sour, so I made a bowl of pickled cabbage. Let's make do with it."

Jiang Furong said nothing, but shook her head secretly in her heart.

She could hear that Hu Xiuqing knew clearly that it was not the problem of the alkaline noodles, but he still said that he would not pursue the responsibility of adding too much alkaline noodles.

You are really amazing in confusing right and wrong.

Dinner ended with the sound of Jiang Guoqing eating sauerkraut and mustard sauce.

Jiang Furong also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the day could finally end peacefully.

Just when she went to the kitchen to boil water and prepare to take a shower and go to bed, Jiang Dapeng came back.

"Have you eaten? Are you coming home or leaving just to tell someone something?" Hu Xiuqing asked as she looked at Jiang Dapeng, who was fully armed and had no intention of taking it off.

The emergency assembly call was sounded in the morning, which must mean there was an urgent mission. It was normal for Jiang Dapeng not to go home at this time, but his sudden return made people suspicious.

Jiang Dapeng really just came back to tell him something: "I'll be leaving soon. I'll bring you your living expenses. My mom wrote to me and she'll be here the day after tomorrow. If you're at work, have the eldest brother pick her up at the station."

Hu Xiuqing looked at the twenty yuan Jiang Dapeng handed over and jumped up: "When did your mother write the letter? Why didn't I hear she was coming?"

With so much living expenses, how long will you live here?

"Wait until my mom gets here, then ask her slowly. The letter said my sister is coming, too. Boss, here's one dollar for the bus fare to the county bus station, and money for your notebook. Your grandma and aunt are staying here, so clean up the house for them. I'll talk about the rest when I get back."

Jiang Dapeng hurriedly said a few words, turned around and left.

Hu Xiuqing started to get angry again: "Here they come again, and two more at once!"