The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Dapeng was secretly surprised: "Is this how you usually talk to Zhaohui?"

"No, I just asked her to try to use the original words when relaying what she meant, and not to add any arbitrary words." Jiang Furong was startled, wondering if her change was too obvious and aroused suspicion.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Dapeng said in a tone of praise: "Not bad, you just did it like the instructor was giving orders during training, very good. If..."

Jiang Dapeng swallowed the second half of the sentence, "It would be nice if your mother didn't take it for granted." He couldn't complain in front of his daughter, so he changed the question: "How did you think of teaching her this?"

It turned out that she hadn't been discovered. Jiang Furong smiled and explained, "I discovered it when I was teaching Zhaohui to do her homework. She couldn't do the questions because she kept reading them wrong."

Not only does he pronounce words incorrectly, he also skips words and takes it for granted to use his own ideas to solve problems. If he makes mistakes, he always thinks that the red cross on the homework book is a deliberate trick by the teacher.

When doing questions, you must first follow the method taught by the teacher. Even if you follow the correct problem-solving method, you may not be able to get them all right, let alone follow your own ideas, which will definitely be wrong.

It took her a lot of effort to make Jiang Zhaohui understand where he was wrong.

Jiang Dapeng nodded: "If you can teach Zhaohui how to do the exercises, teach him more. As long as you do well, no matter where you go in the future, people will like you."

This is his personal experience: if you do your job well and help others, your leaders will always see it.

"Yes, I remember it." Jiang Furong also followed suit. Her father's words were authorization.

Jiang Dapeng was touched and said, "If you two study hard, become educated, and can write and calculate, you can find a good job and suffer less."

Jiang Furong agreed and continued listening.

"When you're away from home, you have to rely on yourself for everything." Jiang Dapeng felt deeply: "If you have education and ability, you will be strong. Others can take away your job, but they can't take away your skills."

This is absolutely right! Jiang Furong nodded vigorously.

Jiang Dapeng rarely talked to his daughters, and he had never taught them how to deal with the world. Seeing his daughter staring at him expectantly, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He waved his hand and said nothing more: "When you start working, you will slowly understand."

Jiang Furong was waiting for the next part, but when the topic came to an end, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!" and pleaded, "But I want to know now."

Jiang Dapeng thought for a moment and said, "Some things you have to figure out on your own. What I say may not be right. I haven't been to any other place since I joined the army. Anyway, just remember, it's better to rely on yourself than on others. Only when you have the ability can you seek help from others."

Oh my god! Jiang Furong marveled in her heart, such a good father, every word he said is full of life wisdom!

"If your grandma's health checkup reveals anything wrong, I'll be relying on you when I'm not home." Jiang Dapeng stopped talking about life's principles and turned to instructing his daughter on the trivialities of life: "When you're free this afternoon, I'll tell you how to calculate and save food for the family each month."

Jiang Furong nodded and agreed.

The father and daughter talked slowly, waiting for Jiang Chaohui to bring back the news.

Jiang Zhaohui came back crying: "Dad, my grandma is in the hospital, and my aunt is accompanying her at the bedside."

"What's the disease?" Jiang Dapeng stood up suddenly, threw the dough away, wiped his hands with a wet towel, and comforted his daughter: "Don't cry, don't cry yet, tell me slowly."

Jiang Zhaohui sobbed, "My aunt said that my grandma doesn't have enough blood."

Jiang Dapeng took off his apron and said, "Furong, I'll leave the house to you. I'll go to the hospital to take a look."

Jiang Furong asked, "Dad, do you want me to cook some dumplings and bring them over? My aunt and the others might not have eaten yet."

"Okay, you cook, I'll clean up." Jiang Dapeng knocked on the bedroom door and said, "Hu Xiuqing, open the door. I need to get some cotton clothes to go to the hospital. My mother is in the hospital."

Jiang Furong handed the task of cooking dumplings to Jiang Zhaohui: "You cook, and I'll roll the noodles."

To be honest, she was a little worried that Hu Xiuqing would come out and make a scene, so she took a rolling pin and stood at the door, observing the fake rolling of noodles.

"Oh." Jiang Chaohui wiped away his tears. With his sister guarding the kitchen door with a rolling pin, he was not so scared anymore.

The bedroom door over there shook, Jiang Dapeng pushed the door open, and then closed it again.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Furong saw that the bedroom floor was clean, without any mess from falling.

That’s right, there was no sound of things being thrown before, only crying and cursing - maybe Hu Xiuqing’s Five Claws Skill was all used on Jiang Dapeng’s face.

After a while, Jiang Dapeng came out with a coat and a cotton hat, and he was carrying a military backpack. It was bulging with something inside.

Jiang Guoqing followed behind, but was pulled back by Hu Xiuqing, who then locked the bedroom door with a bang.

Jiang Dapeng didn't look back and had no expression.

All that could be seen from the stiff way he put on his coat was that he was trying hard to suppress his anger.

After Jiang Dapeng went out with his lunch box, the house fell into an eerie silence again.

Jiang Furong put down the dough and said, "Zhaohui, you roll the noodles. After rolling, cook them. I'll go check on Xiao Baoying."

Then she went back to the house with the kitchen knife.

There was no way, mainly because she felt that Hu Xiuqing's mental state was unstable today, and she didn't know how bad it could get.

Jiang Dapeng is out now. What if Hu Xiuqing comes out and beats and scolds him again?

It's always better to be safe than sorry.

Jiang Chaohui saw her sister take the kitchen knife away and was about to ask how she was going to cut the noodles when she caught a glimpse of a crack in her parents' bedroom. Just by looking at the shadow, she knew it was Jiang Guoqing lying on the door and looking out. She got so nervous that she picked up the rolling pin.

Jiang Furong came over again with a kitchen knife in hand: "What are you staring at? Why aren't you cooking yet?"

Jiang Zhaohui wanted to cry. What was she even doing making noodles? Her hands and legs were shaking. She had no strength left: "I can't roll it out."

"I'll cut the noodles while you boil the water. Man is made of iron and rice is made of steel. If you skip a meal you'll be hungry. The enemy all has weaknesses, and our unity is strength." Jiang Furong made bold statements to give courage to herself and Jiang Zhaohui.

If you don’t know how to roll noodles, just cut them into slices, pull them until they are thin, throw them into a pot of boiling water, boil them for a few times, add some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and you’re done.

Jiang Zhaohui held the dumplings left for Jiang Guoqing, pointed towards the bedroom, and asked quietly: "He's peeking, should we call him out to eat?"

According to Jiang Chaohui's experience, after a while, when his parents reconciled, Jiang Guoqing would use the fact that he was not invited out to eat dumplings as evidence of his crime and would keep complaining about them to Hu Xiuqing.

Jiang Furong simply shook her head: "Don't shout!"

Not only will I not shout today, but I will not shout in the future whenever such unreasonable situations occur!