The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

The joy of family reunion disappeared from everyone's smiling faces because of Jiang Zhaohui's words.

Seeing the atmosphere gradually cooling down, Jiang Furong said, "No need to guess, I know who our father listens to!"

Jiang Zhaohui looked at his sister's confident expression, as if someone had held up the sky that was about to collapse. He couldn't help but ask, "Sister, tell me, who does our dad listen to?"

Grandma Jiang and Jiang Xiaocui also gathered around, staring at her nervously and expectantly, as if the success or failure of the days ahead depended entirely on her answer.

Jiang Furong tilted her head, looked at Grandma Jiang playfully, and smiled with great confidence: "Grandma, my dad listens to you!"

If she saw it correctly, the way Jiang Dapeng looked in front of Grandma Jiang just now was exactly like the look between a filial son and a loving mother in a movie or TV drama.

"Oh!" Jiang Zhaohui heard the answer he wanted, jumped up and down in joy, and sang in a Peking opera style: "Grandma, listen to me~, I have countless cousins, and they never come to visit unless it's something important..."

Grandma Jiang was startled, then patted Jiang Zhaohui's hand: "You kid, that's your dad! He's your uncle, your dad is going back to his own home, stop singing nonsense."

Jiang Zhaohui grinned: "Hey, grandma, I'm going to bed first."

Jiang Chaohui was still a half-grown child after all. Although he believed that what his sister said made sense, when he thought about his mother's usual behavior, Jiang Chaohui decided to go back to his room first. If he couldn't sleep, he would listen to the noise in the room. What if something happened?

"Go ahead, get more sleep and grow stronger." Grandma Jiang wanted to ask Jiang Furong something, but she didn't want to ask in front of Jiang Zhaohui. Now was the perfect time, so she quickly reminded her, "Be gentle, don't scare little Baoying."

At home, it’s better to have as little trouble as possible.

Jiang Xiaocui received a look from Grandma Jiang and took the initiative to step away: "Zhaohui, the hot water in the pot is still bubbling. I'll get it for you. Be careful not to burn yourself. Go to my room to wash up and then go back to sleep. This way you don't have to go back and forth."

The aunt and niece happily held hands and went to wash up. Only Grandma Jiang and Jiang Furong were left in the living room, and it suddenly became quiet again.

Grandma Jiang took her granddaughter's hand and sat down. "Furong, don't think I'm nagging. I've been in charge of household affairs for so many years, so I like to ask questions clearly. This way, I won't be caught off guard when people say something unpleasant."

Jiang Furong certainly understood what Grandma Jiang was thinking: "Okay, Grandma, what do you want to ask?"

"Will your mom really stop making a fuss when she comes back soon? Is your dad really that effective in front of your mom?" Grandma Jiang couldn't help but feel something was amiss. "Your dad was so flustered when he left just now. Why do I feel like he's scared?"

It didn't look like he was worried about the child's dislocated arm, but more like he was eager to please both sides.

I got angry just looking at it, and I wanted to stop it but it was too late.

Jiang Furong chuckled, "Grandma, don't worry. My dad is very principled. Last time I was injured, he made noodles with the only egg in the house for me, and he didn't even share half with Qingqing. My dad also said at the time that whoever is recovering from the injury will be given nutritional supplements. It's the same on the battlefield.

It wasn't us who dislocated Qingqing's wrist this time, so it's good enough that my dad didn't hold me responsible. How could he possibly listen to what he said?"

If you work and live for a long time in an environment with strict discipline and clear responsibilities, you will always be affected. No matter how confused or soft-hearted you are, you can't lie with your eyes open.

Grandma Jiang smiled slightly: "Furong, it would be great if your father really said what you said."

Jiang Furong wasn't actually 100% sure what Jiang Dapeng would do. Her confidence came from her feelings and conclusions after leaving the house these past few days: "Grandma, this is a family compound. If lying worked, my mom would have been the director of the compound long ago."

Being rude at home works, but what about when you're out and about? What about at work? Will anyone still tolerate you?

To put it bluntly, Hu Xiuqing's arrogance at home was due to the concessions and tolerance of his family members.

As long as one person in the family is willing to sacrifice his or her reputation and break free from control, things will develop in the normal direction.

We are all family, who is bullying whom? Is it necessary?

Grandma Jiang nodded: "You are right, I didn't think of that."

Jiang Furong quickly climbed up the ladder: "Grandma, it's not that you didn't think of it, it's mainly because our environment is different now. Who in the village will listen to your reasoning? Isn't it still the minority obeying the majority? Grandma, you were just not born in a good time. If you were young now and joined the army, with your awareness, you would definitely become a high-ranking official!"

The environments are different, there's no comparison.

Grandma Jiang finally smiled. "People always move forward, how can they live backward? Becoming a soldier or an official? I don't even dare to think about that in my lifetime. Furong, you're young and so sensible. I'll wait for your father to come back soon, and I'll find time to talk to him about getting you a soldier too. It would be a pity for you to go back to the village with my talent."

Jiang Furong smiled: "Grandma, are you still thinking of taking me back to the village to find a partner for me?"

Grandma Jiang smiled and said, "I've just seen how talented you are these past few days. If I had known you could speak well, write, and do math, I wouldn't have been so anxious."

As they were talking, Jiang Dapeng and the others came back.

Jiang Guoqing jumped up the stairs and raised his hands high before entering the house: "Grandma, big sister, look, my hand is healed! The doctor fixed it in less than a minute."

"Ouch, you can't raise your hand so high. Have you forgotten what the doctor told you?" Hu Xiuqing didn't bother to move the bicycle and hurried over. While scolding him, she grabbed Jiang Guoqing's arm and put him down, carefully adjusting the bandage that fixed his wrist.

Jiang Guoqing pouted and said, "It doesn't hurt at all. Look, look, all my fingers can move. Look, look!" The fat boy kept clenching and unclenching his fists.

Hu Xiuqing said angrily, "If the pain really doesn't bother you anymore, just eat by yourself and don't wait for me to feed you."

Jiang Guoqing turned his face away and said nonchalantly: "If you don't want to feed me, then don't. I'm grown up now and I want to be a left-handed hero!" After that, he raised his left hand, made a pistol shape with his thumb and index finger, closed one eye, hid in Hu Xiuqing's arms, and fired several shots at Jiang Furong.

Jiang Dapeng came into the room carrying his bicycle, glanced at the closed bedroom door, and whispered to Jiang Guoqing, "Be quiet, there's a little kid sleeping in your sister's room."

"Oh, shhhh!" Jiang Guoqing immediately turned his pistol into a door bolt and pressed it against his lips, shouting softly, "Everyone, keep your voices down! A crying child will give you away. Be careful or I'll beat you to death!"

Jiang Dapeng slapped Jiang Guoqing's little butt lightly: "How do you talk to your grandma like that?"

Jiang Guoqing made a face and shouted exaggeratedly: "Ouch, Mom, he spanked me!"

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell this was just a father teasing his child, but Hu Xiuqing wasn't happy about it: "Jiang Dapeng, how dare you hit your son!?"