The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

All the bad luck had come together! Hu Xiuqing was anxious and angry, and the hatred in her heart was even stronger. She hated her mother-in-law and sister-in-law even more.

If it weren't for them, she wouldn't have been stuck in the house with a bruised face and unable to go out and see anyone.

Seeing her son crying loudly, Hu Xiuqing was extremely anxious. Her voice was hoarse and she couldn't say anything to comfort him. She could only get up, put on her shoes, wash up, and prepare to take Jiang Guoqing to the hospital.

After leaving the room, Hu Xiuqing went to the kitchen to get water to wash her face, wanting to apply cold water to her eyes to see if the swelling could be reduced.

There is a small palm-sized mirror hanging on the washbasin rack in the kitchen. It was brought by Jiang Xiaocui. She usually puts it away after use, but today she forgot to put it away in her hurry to go to the hospital.

Hu Xiuqing looked in the mirror and saw that her face was swollen like a pig's head. She was so angry that she grabbed the small mirror and threw it out of the kitchen door. She couldn't curse out loud, so she spat a few times.

The small mirror fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Jiang Zhaohui, who was washing dishes and pots, was shocked all over. He immediately grabbed the rolling pin and pretended to wash the dishes.

Hu Xiuqing pulled Jiang Chaohui, pointed at Jiang Guoqing and then pointed in the direction of the hospital outside the door, meaning that she should take her brother to the hospital.

Jiang Chaohui didn't dare to disobey and agreed in a low voice.

She didn't want to go, and Jiang Guoqing was even more reluctant: "I don't want my sister, I want my mother to take me."

My mother can buy delicious food with me, and can carry me on her back when I can't walk anymore. But my sister has nothing to carry with her, and always makes me walk.

Hu Xiuqing pointed at her throat and screamed a few times, then pushed Jiang Chaohui out.

What a joke! If I go out and meet someone, I won’t be able to explain that I’m sick.

Jiang Furong stood in the living room holding little Baoying and said, "Qingqing, let me take you to the hospital. I'm pushing the stroller, so you can sit in it."

Jiang Guoqing looked at the little car and was a little tempted. He forgot the pain in his hand and squatted down to think about where he could sit. "This is a child's car. Others will laugh at me."

"It can be blocked," Jiang Furong took out the homemade awning, "You can see outside from inside, but you can't see inside from outside."

Jiang Guoqing wanted to give it a try: "Then I'll sit!"

Jiang Furong carried Xiao Baoying out and put him on the ground: "Then I'll move the car outside first, and then you two can get in."

Hu Xiuqing immediately became wary. This girl had volunteered to go to the hospital, so she must have bad intentions. She wiped her face hastily, threw the towel into the basin, and stormed out. She elbowed Jiang Furong aside and pushed the cart to the side, preventing Jiang Guoqing from getting in.

Jiang Zhaohui chased after her and said, "Mom, Uncle Zheng took my dad's bike away, so he rode your bike to the hospital."

Hu Xiuqing was extremely annoyed, but she couldn't go crazy anymore. The door of her house was open and she could hear the sound of people walking outside. She had no choice but to wrap her head tightly with a scarf and go out with Jiang Guoqing.

Watching Hu Xiuqing turn onto the main road, Jiang Zhaohui ran home and closed the door. He actually felt like he had survived a disaster: "Sister, I thought Mom was going to hit you just now."

Jiang Furong sighed softly, "She's at the doorstep, how dare she hit me?"

Judging from the way Hu Xiuqing threw the mirror, he probably didn't want anyone to come and stop the fight.

Jiang Zhaohui rubbed his hands: "Do you think our mom and the others will run into our dad in the hospital?"

Jiang Furong sneered: "If you had asked just now, you might have been the one who got beaten."

Jiang Zhaohui stuck out his tongue: "I wouldn't ask when our mom is here, I'm just asking you."

"So cunning!" Jiang Furong smiled and told her sister to stay home: "I'll push Xiao Baoying out for a walk. You can play at home. If your aunt comes back, you can open the door for her."

After being busy and chaotic for most of the day, it is finally time to return to normal.

Although the temperature outside was low and my breath turned to ice, I could see two or three miles away at a glance. The view was broad and I felt free.

She could somewhat understand why Jiang Dapeng rushed out of the door in anger.

Even if she were in his shoes, she wouldn't want to live under the same roof with someone like Hu Xiuqing.

There was no other place to go in the family compound, so Jiang Furong pushed the cart and unknowingly arrived at the service center.

There was no fruit or snacks at home, so she came to see if there was anything she could eat to supplement the little Baoying's meal.

The grocery counter was empty. The salesperson said as soon as he saw Jiang Furong, "We're out of salt. If you don't want to pickle cabbage, you can borrow some from your neighbors to cook. Otherwise, come back tomorrow."

The cabbages harvested from the production team's fields were distributed to every household. Most families were willing to pickle some sauerkraut. The demand for sugar and vinegar was particularly high. Those who came late could not even buy salt for cooking at home.

Jiang Furong asked: "No apples?"

The salesperson sneered, "How can you find apples in this weather? If you want to eat them, you'll have to wait until next year."

Jiang Furong was too lazy to explain, so she turned around and left with the cart.

Who knew that when I opened the door curtain, the salesperson behind me said: "In the middle of winter, you don't eat rice and eat apples. You are so poor."

Jiang Furong looked back and saw that there was only one salesperson at the grocery counter. Outside the counter were herself and little Baoying in the cart. The phrase "poor and arrogant" was obviously referring to her.

"You're ignorant if you haven't seen an apple yet," Jiang Furong retorted, "I'll show you what you think tomorrow when I bring you an apple core."

The salesperson sneered: "Oh, then give it to me. I'll eat the apple core in front of you."

Jiang Furong sneered in response: "Just wait." She threw the windshield curtain and pushed the car away, not bothering to pay attention to what the man said.

When she got to the yard and felt the cold wind, Jiang Furong realized that her face was burning with anger.

She touched her face and couldn't help laughing. She wasn't angry when Hu Xiuqing pushed her just now, so why was she arguing with a strange salesperson?

Are you in a bad mood and taking your anger out on others?

Jiang Furong decided to go somewhere else and move around, somewhere open and active. The frustration she had been holding in her heart could only be quickly released through strenuous exercise.

There is only a large playground with a lot of exercise equipment, including horizontal bars, parallel bars, balance beams and climbing ropes. It is convenient and safe to bring your little one to play together.

On the way to the playground, Jiang Furong met an acquaintance she had met once, Squad Leader Fu from the kitchen squad.

Squad Leader Fu's tricycle had a chain break, and he was squatting on the side of the road, busy repairing it.

Jiang Furong felt very familiar when she saw the modified tricycle. She went forward to greet him, "Team Leader Fu, can you repair cars?"

"No, this isn't..." Squad Leader Fu looked up and saw that it was Jiang Furong. His impatience turned into a smile: "This is my special car. No one else can repair it."

Jiang Furong bent down and took a look: "The shaft inside is broken, I won't give it to anyone."