The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Furong wrote down all the goods she saw in the service center and marked the unit prices she saw next to them.

As she wrote, she tried to recall whether she had shown any surprise at the time.

The unit prices all have decimal points and are accurate to the cent. Most of them have zeros before the decimal point and numbers after the decimal point.

Later on, she looked at the numbers on the two or three pages and realized that they were just so-so. She felt that she could easily buy the entire service center.

My mentality is so inflated that it's about to explode.

Just when everything was going well, Jiang Guoqing came back, his face red from running. He took off his cotton coat as soon as he entered the house, and shouted that he was starving.

Jiang Furong ignored him and cleared the table slowly.

Jiang Guoqing stood with his hands on his hips and shouted in her ear: "I'm starving, bring me some food!"

"You're already dead, how can a dead child eat!" Jiang Furong, who had changed her heart, would not indulge him: "If you starve to death, just lie down. I will find soldiers to carry you away and bury you."

When Jiang Guoqing heard that he was going to be buried, he was so angry that he screamed, "You big bad guy, female spy, I'm going to tell Mom!"

Jiang Furong snorted softly, "You're so useless! You're already in the second grade and you're still complaining to your mother all day long. Aren't you ashamed? If others hear you, they'll think you're a kid in kindergarten!"

Jiang Guoqing was led astray and rolled up his sleeves to prove his greatness: "Is there anyone as big as me in the kindergarten?"

His height was above average among children of the same age, but he was spoiled by Hu Xiuqing and became willful and selfish. He was the boss at home and habitually bullied his two older sisters.

A typical example of someone who only grows physically but not mentally.

Jiang Furong continued to talk around the subject, "Have you ever seen a big guy complain to his mother? During a battle, have you ever seen a big guy rushing to the front crying and yelling, 'Mom, you hit me?'"

Jiang Guoqing's raised fist stopped in mid-air, and he answered foolishly, "No."

Jiang Furong packed up her things, picked up the cup and drank water slowly, then continued to ask: "So, what kind of people are the big ones?"

Jiang Guoqing thought seriously and recounted a scene he had seen in a movie as his answer: "Well, the big guys are all sharpshooters. They run in front to take the bullets for their comrades!"

"Puff~" Jiang Furong didn't swallow a mouthful of water, and it all sprayed on the ground. This child couldn't be allowed to act on his own. He needed positive inspiration: "Tell me, will the big guy go to his mother to complain? Will the big guy let his mother feed him? In the war, the big sharpshooter is charging in the front, and his mother is running beside him with a bowl of rice, taking the time to feed him. Can he still be a hero?"

No matter how dumb Jiang Guoqing was, he knew that this was impossible and even found it funny: "Haha, no way."

Jiang Furong asked again: "Then do you know how heroes talk when they return home?"

Jiang Guoqing was completely carried away: "I don't know."

"Heroes are very polite!" Jiang Furong taught seriously, "When a hero returns home and sees his family, he'll greet them. For example, if you're a hero, when you see me when you come home, you should greet me and say, 'Big Sister, I'm back.' When you're doing your homework, you should say, 'Big Sister, please teach me.'"

After all, children are blood relatives. We have to try to find out whether we can teach them well and make them more sensible.

If there is no great assist in the family, there must be no bad teammates.

One stupid teammate ruins everything!

Jiang Guoqing foolishly repeated: "Big sister, I'm back."

As he was speaking, Jiang Chaohui came back with his schoolbag.

Jiang Guoqing heard the noise, turned around, and suddenly an idea struck him: "Second sister, I'm back!"

"What?" Jiang Chaohui stood at the door and didn't dare to move. He didn't know what his brother was doing. His eyes swept back and forth between his elder sister and brother, secretly speculating.

Jiang Furong reminded: "Tell my second sister that you are back."

Jiang Guoqing chuckled and immediately corrected himself: "Second sister, you're back."

"Alright!" Jiang Furong was very satisfied: "You two play here, I'll go heat up the food."

This little brother is quite smart. He can draw inferences from one instance and correct his mistakes. It's worth the effort to teach him.

Lunch was simple. Jiang Furong heated up the porridge, sliced the steamed buns, toasted them, and spread fermented bean curd on them.

As soon as Jiang Guoqing saw the porridge, he yelled, "I don't want porridge. I'm full after one bowl. After a while, I have to pee and I'm hungry again. I don't want porridge."

Jiang Furong had no choice but to cut the two remaining hard-wheat pancakes in the cupboard into strips and stir-fry them with salt and chopped green onions. "Just eat this. You can have something delicious tonight."

The oil bottle at home is empty, so I can only fry the pancakes dry.

The gas stove was not easy to use either. It had no safety valve and no automatic ignition. She had to turn on the switch to let the gas out and then use a match to light it. When she was lighting it, a flame suddenly popped up, accompanied by the smell of gas. She always had the urge to cover her mouth and nose with a wet towel and run away.

I cooked the meal with great trepidation, and I was lucky enough to be able to heat the rice through.

Jiang Chaohui and Jiang Guoqing were quite supportive and ate up all the fried pancakes.

Just throw the dishes and chopsticks on the table after eating and leave them alone.

"After dinner, take your own dishes to the sink. The last person to finish eating will clear the table." Jiang Furong improvised and divided up the chores: "I'll wash the dishes, and you two, one sweeps the floor, the other mops it. After you're done, you can do other things."

This is the habit of Jiang Furong, the head of the R&D team. Everyone in the team cannot be idle and must play their role to the best of their ability.

Jiang Chaohui readily agreed: "Okay!" He immediately came over and took away his own bowl and chopsticks.

Jiang Guoqing squatted on the ground and played with his origami pieces as soon as he finished eating. He started to act like a spoiled child again: "Big sister, you finished eating last, it's your turn!"

"Okay," Jiang Furong said. Her habit was to give novices two chances before moving on to the next step: "Who of you will sweep the floor? Who of you will mop the floor?"

Jiang Zhaohui didn't know what was going on. How come the house was different after half a day of school? It seemed like the eldest sister had become a bit like her mother, giving orders!

Jiang Chaohui wisely chose to remain silent and see how his brother would react.

Jiang Guoqing put his face to the ground and touched a piece of shiny cement with his chubby little hands: "There's nothing here, no need to sweep, just look if you don't believe me." He rolled on the ground twice, stood up and pointed at his pants: "There's nothing dirty!"

Then he slapped his legs again and said, "The floor in our school is like this and we haven't swept it yet, don't you think so, second sister?"

Jiang Zhaohui chuckled: "Who said that? I was a hygiene model when I was in Zidi Primary School."

The certificate is posted on the wall in the living room.

Jiang Guoqing was at his wit's end, but he just didn't want to sweep the floor: "Oh, our house is so clean, there's no need to sweep the floor."

Jiang Furong smiled gently and gave her brother a choice: "A clean floor can be swept easily with just two strokes. A floor with sand and leaves needs five hundred strokes to sweep the garbage together and then scoop it up. Which would you rather do, two strokes or five hundred strokes?"