The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Dapeng's head was buzzing.

In the bedroom, the crying continued, sometimes it was Hu Xiuqing crying loudly, and sometimes it was Jiang Guoqing howling dryly.

Facing his two colleagues in his own home with wounds on his face had already crossed his own bottom line.

He couldn't imagine the embarrassing situation of going back and forth to the hospital with a clown face.

Section Chief Zheng had worked with Jiang Dapeng for many years, and he could tell what Jiang Dapeng was thinking from his expression: "You stay home and cook. Old Yang and I will take Aunt Jiang over. You clean up, because we have a meeting tomorrow."

For Jiang Dapeng, work comes first. As long as something related to work is mentioned, he can immediately return to his rational state.

Jiang Dapeng went to get the bicycle key and handed it to Section Chief Zheng: "Thank you for your hard work!"

He helped his mother sit firmly on the back of the bicycle and comforted her: "You don't need an injection at the hospital, just a blood pressure measurement. If you feel any discomfort, be sure to tell the doctor."

Grandma Jiang knew she had to save face for her son in front of his colleagues, especially at this time. If she said she didn't want to go, she would be causing trouble for her son. Even though she didn't want to go a thousand times, she had to agree.

Not long after Grandma Jiang left, Jiang Zhaohui and Jiang Furong came back.

It turned out that Jiang Furong saw her sister going to the infirmary, so she followed her, asked about the family situation, took the medicine and went home with her sister.

I saw Jiang Dapeng had already kneaded the dough and was wiping his face with a towel.

When Jiang Dapeng saw Jiang Furong coming back, he didn't bother to ask her why she wasn't at home just now. He told her to go to the hospital immediately: "Your grandma won't be used to not having her own family around her. You go and see her."

"Let's ask my aunt to go over. She knows where the hospital is." Jiang Furong felt that it would be better for her to stay at home at this time. "If Qingqing comes out later, I'll take him with me to visit Xiao Baoying's home."

Jiang Dapeng got a headache just thinking about his son: "Qingqing is still crying, can you call him out?" He was fed up with Hu Xiuqing's screams and howls, and when she started to make a scene she even ignored her son: "Qingqing seems to have wet his pants... Forget it, just leave Qingqing alone."

He didn't want to see Hu Xiuqing at all now. That crazy woman still had the energy to cry, but he didn't even have the heart to say a word.

Jiang Furong thought about it and decided to give up: "If he can come out by himself, I will take him to play."

"Sister, I want to go with you." Jiang Zhaohui was afraid of being left alone.

Jiang Furong nodded: "Okay, you apply some disinfectant to our dad first, I'll go tell my aunt."

After leaving the backyard, Jiang Xiaocui was still playing hide-and-seek with Xiao Baoying, having a lot of fun.

Little Baoying's shoes and pants were covered with mud, but his little face was rosy and he was smiling happily.

Jiang Furong called Jiang Xiaocui over and briefly explained the situation, reassuring her not to panic: "I was just lost in thought and sat on the ground. The small stool is only palm-high, so you won't fall. My dad's colleagues are there too. If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask them."

When Jiang Xiaocui heard that her mother had fallen, her hatred for Hu Xiuqing intensified: "A mad dog bites people randomly. If my mother gets sick from anger, I'll see how I'll deal with her!"

Although she was angry, Jiang Xiaocui still went to the hospital as quickly as possible after complaining.

Back in the kitchen, Jiang Dapeng was rolling out the dough and making dumplings.

Jiang Furong asked curiously, "Dad, why don't you wait for my aunts to come back before making them?"

Their original plan was to work together at the dining table in the living room to make dumplings quickly and efficiently.

"I've wrapped it up. We'll cook it when they get back." Jiang Dapeng had no expression on his face and spoke calmly, "Come here. I have something to tell you."

Jiang Furong glanced at Jiang Zhaohui, who gently shook his head, indicating that he knew nothing.

Jiang Dapeng lowered his head while making dumplings and said, "We have a mission tomorrow, so we have to go to work tonight. I'll give you money this afternoon, and you can go to the provincial capital tomorrow to buy train tickets for your grandma and the others."

Jiang Furong blinked a few times and understood what Jiang Dapeng was saying: "Dad, are you worried that I can't take care of grandma when you are not at home?"

Jiang Dapeng didn't look up, but nodded while rolling the dough.

He had bought all the food quota for this month. Hu Xiuqing cried and screamed at him, cursing that his mother and sister would choke to death while eating.

If he wasn't at home, Hu Xiuqing would definitely curse at his mother as well.

I might really be angry to death.

How could he have the face to go back and see his father?

Jiang Dapeng thought about it for a long time and the solution he came up with was to let his mother and his sister go back to their hometown first.

If you don't want to fight, you can only withdraw your troops first.

Jiang Furong pursed her lips, pinched her chin and thought for a while: "Dad, my grandma is still in the hospital for examination. Even if I can buy a ticket tomorrow, it's freezing cold. What if my grandma feels unwell again on the train back home? What should I do then?"

Jiang Dapeng stopped his hand. He had not considered the possibility of getting sick.

Jiang Furong knew she was right the moment she saw you. "Grandma came all the way here to visit you, carrying so many bags and so small. She just met you and didn't say a few words before she went back home. She was crying. What if she gets depressed and gets sick?"

But since my mother and sister stayed, Jiang Dapeng didn't know what to do: "This is the only way, what else can I do."

Jiang Chaohui became worried after hearing this. He put a finger in his mouth and bit his nail gently.

Jiang Furong was dissatisfied: "The matter has not been explained clearly yet. Grandma and Auntie walked on the road for three days and three nights from their hometown. They did nothing wrong. Why should they be forced to return home with such grievances?"

Wouldn't it be even more justifiable for those who wrongly accused my grandmother and aunt to distort the truth?

This is so against the will of heaven.

Jiang Dapeng had many concerns: "The main reason is that I'm not at home."

Jiang Furong looked at the ceiling speechlessly, but in her heart she was thinking about how to seek justice for Grandma Jiang and Jiang Xiaocui.

She felt that Jiang Dapeng's approach was wrong. The appearance of family harmony created by Jiang Dapeng was maintained by the constant concessions and tolerance of reasonable people.

"Dad, when you're not home, and when grandma and aunt aren't around, who gets beaten? Who gets scolded?" Jiang Furong recounted the years of grievances she'd suffered. "I wasn't allowed to cry or hide when I was being beaten or scolded. In the middle of the night, when I was sound asleep, someone would pull back the covers and hit me on the head."

Jiang Dapeng raised his head in surprise: "Really?"

Jiang Furong smiled: "You don't believe that the person who was beaten and scolded didn't cry or make a fuss. Therefore, as long as the person who made the mistake persists in being unreasonable and making unreasonable demands, he can make mistakes again and again and get even more aggressive."