The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Furong added sugar to the boiled milk, tested the temperature, and gave Xiao Baoying a sip with a spoon. Seeing that he did not refuse, she poured the milk into the bottle for him to drink.

After little Baoying woke up, his crib was disassembled into a stroller. Now he was sitting in the stroller, drinking milk from a bottle. When he was happy, he would stop and smile at Jiang Furong.

Jiang Dapeng was very surprised when he saw Jiang Furong's skillful and nimble movements.

To be honest, Jiang Dapeng's impression of his daughter was that she was honest and timid. There was very little interaction between them, and he never heard her call "Dad" clearly.

Even Hu Xiuqing rarely mentioned his daughter. If it weren't for my mother coming this time, if it weren't for my mother writing to him telling him that she wanted to hold a coming-of-age ceremony for Furong, he wouldn't have noticed that Furong had a fever.

Uh, I wonder if Furong has told me about this?

Jiang Dapeng looked at her for a while and found a topic: "Furong, your grandmother's visit this time was very good. You have completed all the tasks I assigned to you successfully. You should be rewarded."

Jiang Furong smiled and said playfully, "Dad, grandma and aunt are my family. These are what I should do. They are obligations, not tasks."

Jiang Dapeng raised his eyebrows: "Do you still understand your responsibilities and obligations?"

Jiang Furong was very confident. What was there that she didn't know? It was too simple. "I know. I've read about it in a book and heard about it on the radio."

She decided to perform well so that Jiang Dapeng would take notice of her and take her future seriously.

If parents are unable to provide guidance and career guidance for their children, that is another matter. But if they can be relied upon, why not?

With a good father, she can avoid many detours and even choose a smooth road.

"You're amazing!" Jiang Dapeng didn't try to guess why his daughter suddenly became so bold. He just knew that she loved Furong the most. To please her, he praised her generously: "I didn't expect you to know so much. Let's put it this way, although you said it was an obligation, you did a good job, and grandma kept praising you. I think I should give you a reward."

Jiang Furong beamed with joy, her face radiating the unique happiness of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. "Thank you, Dad! What's the reward?"

Who would refuse a reward? Take it all!

Jiang Dapeng glanced at my mother and said generously, "A commendation! I'll give you a great merit! In addition, there's a material reward. How about a fountain pen?"

A fountain pen? Jiang Furong was slightly disappointed.

However, with our current financial situation, giving a fountain pen as a reward is something we've never done before. It's incredibly meaningful, so I must seize this opportunity!

Jiang Furong smiled and thanked him, "Okay, okay! Then I can use a fountain pen when I keep accounts! My pencil sharpener is not very useful at all. The pencil lead breaks before I even start sharpening it. The pencil I bought the day before yesterday is only half gone before I even start using it."

Jiang Dapeng was surprised: "You still keep accounts? Show them to me."

He remembered that he only gave his eldest daughter one dollar for the bus ride, and the rest of the money was in Hu Xiuqing's hands.

There are only a few places where money is spent at home, and he can remember them all when he looks back at the end of the month. He would like to see what his daughter's account book can record.

Jiang Furong went to the room to get the notebook. Jiang Chaohui followed her out enviously and stood beside her, watching her with envy.

"The handwriting is quite good!" Jiang Dapeng was amazed: "It's better than mine!"

The font is neat and the handwriting is smooth. The words written in pencil actually give the illusion of small calligraphy with a brush.

Jiang Furong explained embarrassedly, "The words on this page were not written by me, but by that squad leader. The words about buying things and the prices in the front were written by me."

In fact, with Jiang Furong's level, writing articles is no problem, but she was used to using electronic devices in her previous life, which have extremely convenient input methods, voice input, and vague identification of words and sentences. She recognizes all the characters, but the characters she writes always feel wrong. Moreover, she doesn't know the stroke order, so the characters she writes are basically pieced together.

Jiang Dapeng flipped to the front and took a look. The handwriting was indeed not good-looking without any structure. "It's quite neat and neat. The account keeping is quite clear. Not bad! This high school was not in vain. Everything I learned will be put to use."

Among the soldiers in the army, some have graduated from elementary school, some have graduated from junior high school, and some have only started to learn culture after joining the army. Not many of them can write well.

Jiang Zhaohui showed off his treasure: "Dad, my sister is good at math and physics. She can also teach me how to do my homework. She teaches better than our teachers."

Jiang Dapeng flipped to the map drawn on the notebook and pointed at it with his finger. "You're good at geometry and physics, so you can draw these routes clearly and mark them clearly, just like a battle map. You're quite good! When did you learn this? I didn't even notice it before."

At this point, Jiang Dapeng's praise was all sincere and he felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

Grandma Jiang had been silent the whole time, but upon hearing this she couldn't help but ask, "Dapeng, with Furong's culture, can you find someone to arrange a job for her?"

"It would be easy if we had work quotas! There are so many people wanting work assignments right now, and our unit has so few quotas." Jiang Dapeng had considered this, but he hadn't held out much hope. He paused and said, "Tomorrow when I get to work, I'll tell the personnel department to let Furong know. We'll be able to arrange it as soon as we have quotas."

Grandma Jiang was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. "That's great! By the way, Dapeng, what should we give to that section chief?"

Jiang Dapeng waved his hand: "Don't worry, let me go to the personnel department to ask about the specific indicators."

How could Grandma Jiang not be anxious? She wanted a result right away: "So where does the family of that section chief you mentioned live in this courtyard? You can go to their house and ask around."

Jiang Dapeng laughed: "Mom, you are too anxious. It's Sunday after all. Don't disturb others' rest."

"Why don't I ask you to carry the things?" Grandma Jiang spoke directly to her son: "If you had asked earlier, we could have discussed it earlier and made arrangements on our own, right? Besides, it's just a few words. You can come back after asking."

Since she didn't know the person, she didn't dare to give any advice. Grandma Jiang thought that they were from the same unit and lived in the same yard. The man was the section chief and her son was the deputy section chief, so their levels were similar. So she just asked as if it was a casual chat.

Jiang Dapeng had no idea that his mother was still thinking about bringing Furong back home to inherit the family business, so he said calmly, "It's not a matter of a day or two. This year's work quota is definitely gone. I estimate that the next batch of quotas will not be available until after the Chinese New Year next year. I remember that when Xiuqing arranged the work, she filled out the form after the Chinese New Year."