The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

The family compound is extremely large.

As Jiang Furong walked, she stretched her shoulders as much as possible, relying on the memories that emerged in her mind to identify the strange yet familiar place in front of her.

She counted and found that there were more than 30 bungalows and a dozen independent houses with small courtyards at the door. They were obviously dormitories specially allocated for high-level people.

There are two roads leading out of the family compound. One leads to the office building, passing the elementary school and the playground. The other leads to the living compound, where there is a supply and marketing service agency, a tofu shop, a barber shop, and a photo studio.

Jiang Furong stood at the fork in the road. She felt that she wanted to know more about the living standards at that time, so she chose the road to the living compound without hesitation.

There was a tear-off calendar hanging on the wall at home, with Monday, October 25, 1976, written on it.

Logically speaking, she is seventeen years old and in the growth period. She shouldn't be so thin and looks malnourished. Even if she doesn't have a fever or is sick, her small body is still weak.

If you want to change your destiny, in addition to understanding the truth in your heart, you must also take action and supplement your body with enough nutrition to ensure the effect of the change.

"Jiang Furong!" Someone patted Jiang Furong on the shoulder and called out affectionately, "Have you also learned the hand-shaking therapy?"

Jiang Furong looked back, and the information that emerged in her mind showed that this was her middle school classmate named Zhang Haiyan, who came to work at the supply and marketing service agency before finishing high school.

Jiang Furong looked directly into Zhang Haiyan's half-joking eyes and responded with a faint smile: "I guess so."

As for the hand-shaking therapy, she knew it was the most common health-care method for the elderly, and it was best combined with backward walking.

However, she swung her arms so that she wouldn't have to lower her head when walking. She could only raise her chin slightly and turn her arms backwards from time to time.

Zhang Haiyan rolled her eyes. "Really? I told you you're fat and you're out of breath. Jiang Furong, what are you doing here? Buying pickles again? Come on, let's go in together. Hey, let me tell you something in secret. I was just watching from the back of the tofu shop. They just made a few sheets of tofu and they're almost done. They're steaming hot. Do you want to buy some? They're so delicious when you eat them hot."

Jiang Furong used her fingers to open her coat pocket, which was empty. "I am the White-haired Girl now. I am not buying anything. I just came here to take a look."

She had no money, no food coupons, and no material coupons. She just came to inquire about the market conditions.

Zhang Haiyan chuckled. "Okay, I'm going to go grab a window seat. If you're free, come wait for me. We can chat for a while. I'm not at the grocery counter right now. I'm at the department store counter."

After saying that, he waved his hand, turned around and ran into the tofu shop.

Jiang Furong casually responded with "OK", and then she felt someone was staring at her, so she turned around to look for him.

The living compound is connected to the outside world by an iron gate guarded by soldiers.

Outside the iron gate, on the ground across the road, there were many local villagers sitting with baskets in front of them, all wanting to exchange their local specialties for fine grains.

They couldn't enter the living compound, and they sat there without daring to shout. They just stared and waited. As long as someone in the yard looked outside, they would become the target of their eager anticipation.

Jiang Furong secretly laughed at herself for being too suspicious, retracted her gaze, and slowly looked at the few storefronts in the living compound.

At the very edge is a photo studio with its door tightly closed.

The second shop was a barber shop. The door was open and it looked like there were no customers.

Next is the tofu shop. It was empty just now, but now so many people came out of nowhere. There are more than a dozen people crowded in front of the window, filling up the small shop.

Next to the tofu shop is the Military Service Center, which occupies two storefronts. There are not many people coming in and out at this moment.

Jiang Furong walked in from the door under the sign that said "Service Center". As soon as she entered, she smelled the scent of pickles, and the smell of several kinds of pickles mixed together.

A female salesperson stood up when she saw Jiang Furong and asked, "Where's the bottle?"

Jiang Furong shook her head: "I came to find Zhang Haiyan."

The saleswoman sat down again and pointed to the side: "She's over there, at the department store counter."

The service center is a bungalow, and since it cannot accommodate the grocery cabinet and department store cabinet, it is divided into two rooms.

Jiang Furong smiled and thanked him: "Thank you."

"Ah? Ah!" The female salesperson was stunned. She obviously hadn't thought about how to respond. She stared at Jiang Furong's back and wondered for a long time.

As soon as she entered the room near the department store counter, Zhang Haiyan came back with a bowl in her hand and spoke excitedly to her colleagues: "Sister Li, this is your tofu. Look, it's still warm. I'm the first one to buy today! Hey, Sister Li, this is my classmate Jiang Furong. We used to sit at the same desk in middle school. She graduated from high school this year and is waiting to join the army."

His little mouth kept chattering.

Jiang Furong didn't even know she was going to be a soldier!

After Zhang Haiyan finished talking to her colleagues, she went to the counter and handed out a stool: "Jiang Furong, sit down. Mix the tofu. I'll find you a pair of chopsticks."

Jiang Furong took the stool and refused the chopsticks: "I've had breakfast, I'm not hungry."

Zhang Haiyan didn't believe it: "Your family's breakfast is not enough to satisfy your hunger. Eat some. I bought an extra piece just for you."

Jiang Furong was touched by this unexpected hospitality, but she was allergic to soy products, so she firmly refused: "I'm really not hungry. My dad made me some hand-rolled noodles this morning and even a fried egg."

Zhang Haiyan's eyes widened: "Ah? It's your turn to eat your family's eggs? What's going on? Why are there so many eggs in your house? Someone is coming to your grandma's house? Who is it? Your grandma or your aunt?"

This series of questions left Jiang Furong confused.

To be honest, she didn't even feel the original owner's memories of these people in her hometown.

"No one came," Jiang Furong explained simply, "I had a fever of 40 degrees, so my dad made me a sick meal."

"A high fever? Let me take a look. Oh, thankfully it's gone," Zhang Haiyan said, feeling him up and raising her eyebrows exaggeratedly. "No wonder. Your dad just went to the pantry and bought canned lychees and oranges. So you're sick! There's only one can of lychees left in the pantry, and he said he was going to leave it for the commander."

After saying that, Zhang Haiyan pulled Jiang Furong's braid again, looking left and right: "You are really sick. The ends of your hair are split. Go back and use scissors to cut off the split ends. Cut them cleanly. Eat more canned fruits and eggs, and your hair will grow back in time. Come on, you are weak, so you should eat more tofu. You will get better soon."

“No need for that!”

"Who are we talking about? Just eat!"

“No need for that!”

"This piece of tofu has been washed. If you don't eat it, it will go bad by the time I get off work. What a waste! Why don't you eat it?"

"If you apply some salt or soak it in salt water, it won't go bad. The weather is cool now, so you can keep it in salt water for two days without going bad." Jiang Furong used her signature all-purpose salt water magic weapon.