The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

This is how Jiang Furong does things. She must say what she needs to say, and she must do what she says.

If after saying this you're still concerned about things like elders, filial piety, reputation, etc. and feel embarrassed to ask for money for food, then it's better not to say these words.

Hu Xiuqing was so focused on finally securing her grain allowance that the mention of money for groceries caught her off guard. She stood there with her hands on her hips and cursed, "Money for groceries? You still want to eat groceries? Do you really think you're still a landlord's daughter? You still want to eat groceries every day? Bah! If I hadn't wanted you, you'd be dead long ago, not even able to drink the northwest wind!"

Jiang Furong listened expressionlessly, sneering in her heart. What's with the words "do you want me or not?"? Isn't that just the bad habit of favoring boys over girls?

Threatening or intimidating children with words of abandonment or giving them a free ride, or repaying kindness to children with an attitude of condescension, isn't this just ignorant parents abusing their status?

Forget it. There's no need to reason with such an ignorant person. Let's just ask him a multiple-choice question: "My dad gave you twenty dollars. Will you give me two dollars or five dollars?"

"Two pieces!" Hu Xiuqing's thoughts were completely distracted.

Jiang Furong immediately continued: "Okay, just two dollars! Give it to me, I'll keep the account, and my dad can check if I remember it correctly when he comes back."

Hu Xiuqing was stunned. She knew what was happening, but she was unwilling to do it. Although two yuan was less than five yuan, she didn't want to give a penny!

Jiang Xiaocui's voice came from the kitchen: "Ouch, the water is spilled out." There was also the sound of water pouring.

This was said specifically for Hu Xiuqing to hear. Once words are spoken, they are like water poured out, and there is no way to take them back.

Hu Xiuqing's face was hot and cold. She went back to her room angrily and took out four fifty-cent notes. She slammed them on the table and took the opportunity to regain her dignity as a parent: "Save some money for me!"

I dare not say the harsh words of beating you to death anymore.

Jiang Furong opened the small notebook coldly, carefully wrote down the account stroke by stroke, and then put the banknotes in the notebook.

For some things, demonstrating them clearly is more effective than explaining them ten times.

Hu Xiuqing had a sullen face and dragged Jiang Guoqing back to the house: "Let's go to bed."

Her son is now her only support and support, so she must keep a close eye on him to prevent him from being turned against her.

Jiang Guoqing, who was usually obedient, was acting out of character today. He grabbed the table leg with one hand and begged, "Mom, I don't want to sleep. I want my sister to help me with my homework."

He thought his sister's action of putting money in the notebook after writing was so cool and wanted to learn from her!

Hu Xiuqing had no idea what his son was thinking. He only felt that his son was about to join the other team. He was angry and resentful. His men could not help but pull him hard, taking the opportunity to criticize him: "What are you writing about? What's there to write about..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a slight "crack" sound, followed by Jiang Guoqing screaming: "Ah~ My hand is broken!"

The swelling on his face hadn't fully healed yet, and the pain was so severe that his facial features were dislocated and his nose and tears were streaming.

Hu Xiuqing looked back and panicked: "What happened? What happened? Where is it broken?"

Jiang Xiaocui also ran out of the kitchen in a panic: "Where is Guoqing's hand broken?"

Jiang Guoqing burst into tears: "It hurts so much! Waa ...

"It's a dislocated wrist!" Jiang Furong could tell what the problem was just by the sound: "Aunt, send Guoqing to the hospital now and let the doctor take a look."

Jiang Xiaocui immediately took off her apron and wiped her hands: "Okay, I'll take Guoqing there right away."

Hu Xiuqing was panicking, but she still managed to hold on: "Don't worry about it, I'll take Qingqing there myself. Qingqing, just bear with it, I'll take you to the hospital on my bike right away."

Jiang Guoqing stopped crying: "Oh."

Wrist dislocation is not a serious problem. As long as you don't touch the dislocated part, it basically won't hurt, and children can tolerate it.

Jiang Xiaocui still wanted to argue: "I took Guoqing to the hospital before, I'm familiar with it, I'll take him there."

Hu Xiuqing glared at him and said hatefully, "My son doesn't need your fake kindness!"

Jiang Furong spoke up at the right time to send Jiang Xiaocui away: "Auntie, there's a burning smell in the kitchen. What are you cooking?"

When a person gets angry, he or she will fight with anyone he or she catches. He or she is completely irrational. Don't expect such a person to care about family ties and face. It's best to stay away from her.

Jiang Xiaocui exclaimed, and actually remembered something: "I buried five sweet potatoes under the stove, thinking I would take them out for you to eat when they were roasted. I was in such a hurry that I almost forgot." Then she turned and ran into the kitchen.

Jiang Furong followed and whispered, "Auntie, let me turn it over. You go wipe Qingqing's face and tie the front seat to the bicycle. His hands are weak and it hurts when he's touched. He can't sit in the back."

Jiang Xiaocui suddenly understood and immediately did as she was told: "Okay, I'll go right away."

Thanks to Jiang Furong's orderly arrangements and Jiang Xiaocui's effective help, Hu Xiuqing did not make any mistakes in a hurry. He even remembered to take out a flashlight and rode away on his bike in a flash.

Grandma Jiang carried little Baoying out to ask what happened. When she heard that it was a dislocated wrist, she felt relieved. "Well, the child can't stand quarrels. He cries when he hears them. That's why I have to stay indoors. Guoqing's hand shouldn't be seriously injured. Some people in our village have had their arms removed and then reattached. They can still work after a rest. Well, it's just that the adults are making a fuss and the child is suffering."

Jiang Xiaocui chimed in, "That's right. Even the son she loves the most can vent his anger. My sister-in-law is really capable of making a scene. Just now, I was really worried that my sister-in-law would panic and stumble on the way to the hospital in the dark, which would be a big problem. I said I was sending Guoqing off, but she didn't appreciate it and even glared at me. Only Furong is so kind-hearted that she doesn't hold a grudge even after being beaten and scolded, and even gives advice."

Grandma Jiang sighed, "That's right, our Furong is really good at holding up the scene! So dignified!"

Jiang Xiaocui nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, that's right, what Furong said just now, that account, it's impossible to do it!"

It is not easy to ask for money from people, even if they are your own parents, let alone facing a face like Hu Xiuqing. Most people would have been scared away.

Jiang Furong smiled.

No matter what happened in the past, in Jiang Furong's view, it is all in the past. What is important is the present and the current choices.

"One thing is one thing, one thing is one thing. Taking care of Qingqing and paying for groceries are two completely different things. You can't just take your anger out on Qingqing and ignore her just because we had a fight."

Grandma Jiang was completely impressed by her granddaughter: "Our Furong is very clear-headed and has a clear mind. She does things in a methodical and orderly manner."

Jiang Xiaocui asked, "Furong, how was your visit to Xiao Baoying's house? Did his mother come to pick him up or did she want us to take him there? Look, he's been staring blankly. Does that mean he wants to sleep?"

Jiang Furong said, "Let him sleep if he wants. Captain Qian is working overtime tonight, and there's no one at his house."