The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

After Principal Liang left, Jiang Zhaohui's attitude towards Xiao Baoying changed. He was not only somewhat envious, but even a little bit admiring of him, and kept asking questions:

"Your grandfather is writing books at home?"

"What does your grandfather look like?"

"Is the pen your grandfather used to write books a Hero brand?"

"Is your grandfather eating with you?"

Xiao Baoying is still young and his pronunciation is not clear. He is usually taken care of by adults and has not yet formed a logical thinking system. He cannot answer any questions about his grandfather and can only repeat "My grandpa likes to eat square biscuits."

Jiang Chaohui was extremely anxious. He asked for a long time but didn't get any of the information he wanted to know.

Jiang Furong listened and kept laughing. What a stupid question.

No matter how great a writer is, when he is not writing, he is just like any other normal person, and things are the same as usual.

A person's talent is reflected in his career, not in his unique habits.

Jiang Zhaohui asked for help: "Sister, can you ask for me? It seems that Xiao Baoying only understands your words."

Jiang Furong threw the question back, letting Jiang Zhaohui think about it himself: "You can ask it yourself when the time comes."

Jiang Zhaohui bit his lip: "I dare not."

"Then ask when you dare." Jiang Furong could only do this: "Okay, read the text for a while. If you don't want to read, go to the hospital to see grandma."

Jiang Zhaohui immediately said, "I'm going to see grandma."

Oh my God, there is a great writer in the staff compound, and I also know the grandson of this great writer. I must tell my father, and I must tell my grandmother and aunt!

With this thought in mind, Jiang Chaohui happily went out.

Jiang Furong put Xiao Baoying in the car and played with building blocks, while she took out her high school Chinese textbook to read.

After reading the order in which Jiang Zhaohui studied, she suddenly realized that she needed to learn the document format of this era.

No matter what kind of work indicators my father gives me, no matter what position I work in, as long as I want to implement my plan, I must submit an application report to my superiors, and these reports all have some fixed written text.

These expressions are unfamiliar to Jiang Furong, and she has to learn them from scratch. After all, she is not the real boss yet, and she has no assistant, so she can only take care of herself.

The big and the small were just quietly doing their own things.

In fact, the silence didn't last long. After a while, someone came looking for Jiang Guoqing and called his name outside the house. Jiang Furong walked to the window and shouted through the window that she was not at home.

Some people came to see Hu Xiuqing, but they didn't knock on the door. They just stood at the window and looked inside. When they saw someone in the room, they would knock on the window.

Jiang Furong looked at the person who came to see Hu Xiuqing. She remembered that he was a colleague of Hu Xiuqing. She couldn't remember whether his surname was Wang or Yu. Anyway, he also lived in the staff compound and often interacted with Hu Xiuqing. The two of them often whispered to each other and even teamed up to quarrel with others.

Jiang Furong didn't want to deal with this person, so she opened the door and politely said she wasn't home before closing it. However, the person insisted on going in: "I'll wait at my house."

Jiang Furong didn't want to receive them. She pushed the door with her foot and said, "My brother dislocated his arm. My mother took him to the hospital. I don't know when he will be back." Seeing that the door was about to open, Jiang Furong added, "If they come back later, I'll ask her to come to your house to find you."

The man pushed the door hard but couldn't open it, so he made up an excuse: "I came to get some wool. I told your mother this morning that I didn't have enough yarn for the sleeves of my sweater, so your mother asked me to come to her house to get it."

Jiang Furong still politely refused: "Her room door is locked, you can't get it even if you want to. You go home first, and I will tell her when she comes back."

The man was unable to get in several times and immediately became unhappy: "Your mother is not at home, and you won't even let me in? No wonder your mother locked the door to prevent you!"

Jiang Furong didn't get angry at being criticized for no reason. She tilted her head and said in a relaxed tone, "Maybe she locked the door because she knew you were coming."

The man was stunned. He didn't expect Jiang Furong to dare to speak back. His expression changed and he threatened: "You have learned to talk back. Just wait and see what I will say to your mother when she comes back."

Jiang Furong probably knew what had sparked Hu Xiuqing's inexplicable anger.

Hanging out with people like this is just looking for trouble.

Yes, that’s right. Maybe this guy was the one who instigated Jiang Furong’s beating before.

"Then go talk to her." Jiang Furong didn't hesitate and closed the door directly, pulling the curtains.

The man was refused entry and felt extremely humiliated. He stomped his feet in anger and cursed at the window before leaving unwillingly.

Jiang Furong actually heard everything in the room, but she was no longer the same Jiang Furong as before. She was too disdainful to pay attention to such mean behavior.

After drawing the curtains, the light in the living room became dim and reading became impossible. Jiang Furong pushed the cart to the kitchen and asked Xiao Baoying to recite "Seven-Character Verse: The People's Liberation Army Occupies Nanjing" again.

It is more important to have sunshine in your heart and live a good life than to deal with a shrew.

There were a few sweet potatoes under the charcoal ash in the stove. She had originally planned to roast them while cooking dumplings at noon, but the house was in a mess for a while, and the firewood she had built had not been moved yet.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Jiang Furong decided to heat up the water in the big pot first: "Little Baoying is so good, and you recite poetry so well. Sister will cook dumplings for you now, okay?"

Xiao Baoying said: "I don't want to eat dumplings, I want to drink milk."

Milk? Jiang Furong remembered that the fresh milk she had pumped in the morning had already been shared, so she tried to discuss with Xiao Baoying: "How about we eat the dumplings first and then go find some milk powder?"

It's already this late, and Qian Yuyan hasn't shown up yet. She probably won't come to pick up Xiao Baoying.

Little Baoying felt very aggrieved, his big eyes flickering as if he was holding back tears. After a long while, he finally said, "I don't want dumplings, I want wontons."

Jiang Furong smiled: "You can order food? It's a pity that I'm not a chef! Dumplings are already the most delicious meal in our family! I think you are so smart, so I cook dumplings for you to keep you nutritious. After eating dumplings, I will take you out to play, okay?"

Such a young child hasn't seen his mother for almost a day, and hasn't cried or made a fuss about wanting to go home yet. She can't take the initiative to mention Qian Yuyan's name.

Little Baoying pouted and said, "I don't want to go out to play. I want to listen to stories."

"Okay, okay, tell me a story." Jiang Furong thought for a moment, the only thing that came to her mind was the story of the Odyssey: "Once upon a time, there was a king named Ulysses. He led his army out to sea to fight..."

Only by telling stories that they like can storytellers avoid falling asleep, right?