The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Although Hu Xiuqing expressed his dissatisfaction in a sarcastic tone, Jiang Chaohui finally jumped lightly onto the back seat of his father's bicycle.

Hu Xiuqing listened to the sound of bicycle wheels fading away, his face darkening: "Boss, how many times have you answered my words today..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the time was announced from the loudspeaker in the courtyard outside: "The last ring was 7 o'clock Beijing time."

Hu Xiuqing had no choice but to change the subject: "I'll come back tonight to settle this account with you, just wait! Feed Qingqing's meal before sending him to school. Don't be late, hurry up! Look at you, you look so miserable, just wait and see how I'll deal with you when I get back!"

Jiang Furong sneered in her heart and watched silently as Hu Xiuqing hurried out the door, and then returned in a hurry to get the car keys, shoulder bag, headscarf, pills...

After three or four trips back and forth, and a delay of five minutes, the door of my house finally stopped ringing.

Jiang Furong stood up to collect the bowls, preparing to wash them while the water was still hot.

In this era, supplies were not only scarce but also poor. There were no dishwashers, no detergents, only simple hands.

By the way, the tap water is open for limited hours, twice a day, morning and evening, for one hour each time. Every household collects water in buckets and stores it. When the faucet is turned on, the water flow is as thin as noodles.

Once Jiang Furong accepted this body, she was ready to endure the hardships of life. She wanted to adapt to this body as quickly as possible and train herself to become a tomboy.

Jiang Guoqing had no idea that this elder sister had already had her heart replaced. He was still ordering her like a maid, "Come here and feed me!"

Jiang Furong clenched her fists, feeling that she still didn't have enough strength. To be more precise, she felt only slightly weaker than out of breath.

This state is not suitable for teaching or scolding anyone. She wants to save some energy to deal with the "settling of accounts" in the evening.

"You eat it yourself. I have a fever. It would be troublesome if the germs were transmitted to you. You will have to stay in bed like me, and your classmates won't be able to go out and play even if they ask you to."

Jiang Guoqing jumped up and said, "If you dare not listen to our mother, I will tell her!"

Jiang Furong pulled the corner of her mouth: "If you don't eat, your classmates will come to call you, or you really can't go to school anymore, so you ask your classmates to help you ask for leave?"

The little brat in the first grade only knows how to tell tales!

I won’t feed you, so what?

Want to file a complaint? Go ahead!

"Jiang Guoqing, it's time to go to school!" A little boy's clear voice called out from outside: "Are you going or not?"

Jiang Guoqing ran to the corridor outside the door and shouted, "Yu Wenhui, wait for me. I'll be back soon. Just stand there and don't move!"

"I still have to go get my homework book! Hurry up, I can't wait for you today!" Yu Wenhui's voice drifted farther and farther away, but it was obvious that he didn't stop for a moment.

"Oh, I'm not going to Teacher Pan's place," Jiang Guoqing's attempt to chase his classmates was ultimately defeated by the big bowl of noodles. He muttered and turned back to conquer

Breakfast: "Sister, there's almost no soup left in this noodle. How am I supposed to eat it?"

Jiang Furong replied bluntly, "Eat it with your mouth! Hurry up, Zhang Lei will be here soon."

She answered the questions clearly and pointed out the key points of eating breakfast, and successfully used Zhang Lei to divert Jiang Guoqing's attention.

Zhang Lei is Jiang Guoqing's deskmate. The two are currently best friends. They go in and out together every day and are inseparable.

"Oh!" Jiang Guoqing stopped talking, just stood there, picked up the bowl and poured it directly into his mouth.

It’s true, the little fat boy loves to eat. He doesn’t even need chopsticks. He can finish a whole bowl of noodles just by turning the bowl and slurping along the edge.

Jiang Guoqing didn't wait for Zhang Lei to come home and call him to go to school together. For the first time, he went out with his schoolbag on his back, saying that whoever went out first would wait at the contact point.

After watching those black-and-white war movies, the little boy loved to play games of hair-jointing and secret codes to save people all day long, making his ordinary life extraordinarily interesting.

Jiang Furong usually sent her younger brother to school first, handed him his schoolbag at the school gate, watched him enter the school gate, and then walked out of the compound for more than 20 minutes to go to Baoping Middle School in Baoping County.

In fact, the children's primary school is located between the military family compound and the large playground for soldiers to train. It is generally within the wall. It takes less than two minutes to walk from the family dormitory to the children's school, so it is very safe.

As for safety, there are sorghum fields on both sides of the road to Baoping Middle School, so the chance of encountering an accident is high. She is the one who needs to be picked up, okay?

Jiang Furong could clearly feel that her body began to react nervously when she mentioned going to school. Her stomach felt blocked, her shoulders were slightly raised, and her back was as stiff as a piece of iron, as if danger was lurking around her.

This is the reaction of a weak animal when it encounters life-threatening danger. What has the original owner experienced to be so alert to danger at any time?

The more Jiang Furong looked back on her memories, the more she felt sorry for the original owner.

When she was a child, the original owner Jiang Furong lived with her mother Hu Xiuqing in her hometown for a period of time. After her grandfather married into the Jiang family, he changed his surname to Jiang. She was from the same village as her grandfather's family. Grandma Jiang was the kind of capable and quiet rural woman who had to take on the responsibility of supporting the family and passing on the legacy. She did not agree to the marriage between Jiang Dapeng and Hu Xiuqing from the beginning. She did not like the gossipy habit of Hu Xiuqing's family, but since her son was in love with the girl, she had to agree to the marriage.

Hu Xiuqing never thought there was anything wrong with having a sharp tongue. She always believed that her in-laws looked down on her because she had not given birth to a son. No matter where or what provoked her, she would take her anger out on the young Jiang Furong. At the very least, she would scold her indirectly, and at the worst, she would just raise her hand and slap her. Every time, she would be so angry that her face would look ugly for a long time.

It was not until later when Hu Xiuqing joined the army and gave birth to Jiang Guoqing eight years after her marriage that she finally felt proud and her face was filled with joy because she often saw her precious son.

However, Jiang Furong was not happy about the birth of her younger brother. Besides being Hu Xiuqing's daily punching bag, she was also scolded for not taking good care of her younger brother.

Jiang Furong, who grew up in such an environment, suffered from severe internal friction. No matter what she did, she felt that she was wrong and that she was not good enough. She did not dare to fight or cry. She just wanted to find a corner to hide, wishing that no one in the world could see her.

In Hu Xiuqing's eyes, the gentle and kind Jiang Furong could be trampled upon endlessly.

This seems to have become everyone's default mode of interaction between mother and daughter.

Tsk!

The tomboy Jiang Furong went through the simple yet helpless past of the original owner Jiang Furong in her mind and couldn't help but spit.

Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. Shouldn't you seek revenge on the person who offended you?

What's the point of taking your anger out on others!

Humph, the Jiang Furong of the past is gone. From now on, the tomboy Jiang Furong will regroup and fight again!