The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

"Jiang Furong, please open the door." Qian Yuyan's voice came from outside the door.

Little Baoying looked up at the door: "Mom, Mom!"

Jiang Furong glanced at Hu Xiuqing indifferently, took a rolling pin and went to open the door, and saw Qian Yuyan leaning on a bicycle with two large net bags hanging on the front handles and a large bundle tied to the back seat.

Qian Yuyan took off two net bags and handed them to Jiang Furong: "Take these into the house first, I'll come in after I park my bike."

"Okay," Jiang Furong took the things and whispered, "My mother and my brother are back."

Let Qian Yuyan be mentally prepared.

Jiang Guoqing saw the net bag in Jiang Furong's hand and cried out, "So many apples! I want the big ones! What's in this bottle? Mai Qing, I want some!"

"This is for Xiao Baoying, don't shout." Jiang Furong put the net bag full of food on the dining table and the net bag filled with several washbasins on the ground.

Qian Yuyan came in carrying a large bag and first greeted Hu Xiuqing, who was standing stiffly beside her. "You are Deputy Section Chief Jiang's wife, right? Hello! My son will be staying at your house for a few days. I'm sorry to bother you."

As soon as Hu Xiuqing saw Qian Yuyan, her attitude changed. She stopped talking and nodded. She even pretended to pat Jiang Guoqing's hand and said, "This is for my brother to eat. Don't touch it."

Qian Yuyan was in such a hurry that she didn't have time to pay attention to these details. She only trusted Jiang Furong, so she opened the net bag and explained one by one: "The milk powder should still be made once a day. The malted milk is for your grandma to drink. The elderly need to supplement their nutrition when they are sick. These apples are for Xiaobao and his brother to eat together."

There are seven or eight apples in the net bag. If Xiao Baoying is only staying for three or two days, there is no need to bring so many apples. It seems that Qian Yuyan has considered it very carefully.

In fact, Qian Yuyan was most concerned about hygiene. She put four washbasins in another net bag: "This one is for Xiaobao to wash his face, and this one is for Xiaobao to wash his feet and clothes. It just so happens that we have too many washbasins at home, so I brought two more for you to use."

The washbasin really touched her heart, and Jiang Furong hurriedly expressed her gratitude, and also thanked Grandma Jiang on her behalf.

"Why are you being polite? I should be thanking you." Qian Yuyan put on her backpack and took out five yuan and handed it to Jiang Furong: "If Xiaobao wants to eat anything, just use this to buy him first. After Xiaobao eats at your house, I will calculate the food expenses for you later. Remember, don't eat too much candy and biscuits at a time, and brush your teeth after eating."

Jiang Furong nodded: "I remember."

Qian Yuyan turned around and spoke to Xiao Baoying: "Mom is going to work, goodbye!" Then she saluted.

Xiao Baoying raised her hand and waved it obediently: "Goodbye, Mommy."

Qian Yuyan nodded and smiled at Jiang Furong and Hu Xiuqing, strode out of the door, got on her bicycle, and sped away.

Hu Xiuqing didn't dare to breathe, and just stood there watching Qian Yuyan talk. Whenever Qian Yuyan's eyes occasionally wandered over, she would quickly put on a smile. Only after Qian Yuyan left did she dare to ask, "Who is this? How do you know her?"

Compared to the harsh attitude when he first entered the door, he had a completely different look.

Jiang Furong understood that Hu Xiuqing was intimidated by Qian Yuyan's aloof demeanor, so she put on a harmless and benevolent appearance. She sneered inwardly and said directly, "Little Baoying's grandfather is the famous writer Zhao Wenxiang, and Principal Liang also knew him."

Since you are afraid of authority, just come up with a bigger name.

Hu Xiuqing's eyes widened: "Oh!"

Almost everyone in this compound knew Zhao Wenxiang. They had heard of him for a long time but had never seen him in person. They had only seen him in picture magazines.

Hu Xiuqing pressed on, "Then how did you get to know their family?"

Jiang Furong didn't tell the truth: "I don't know her, she came to see me."

Hu Xiuqing looked incredulous: "Why did she come to you to look after her child? And she even gave your grandmother malted milk!"

This kind of malted milk was only available in the leader's home, yet it was actually given to Grandma Jiang. Hu Xiuqing couldn't understand the connection between them at all.

Jiang Furong answered bluntly, "I don't know! Last time someone came to me for tutoring, I didn't even know him!"

This one sentence left Hu Xiuqing speechless.

Jiang Furong didn't want to say anything more, so she took the washbasin and handed it over. "I'll take Xiao Baoying's washbasin back home when the time comes. Captain Qian gave me two washbasins, and I'll keep one. You can keep this one."

When Grandpa distributes the pork, everyone gets a share so there will be less hassle and trouble.

Hu Xiuqing took the shiny washbasin and touched it, muttering, "I can never use up all the washbasins I've been given," but it felt really good, after all, it was new.

Jiang Guoqing stared at the big apple in the net bag, waiting for his sister to give it to him to eat.

Jiang Furong mercilessly took the whole bag away: "Did you hear what the auntie said just now? The milk powder is for Xiao Baoying, the malted milk is for grandma, and one apple a day, half for each of you. I'll keep the half for you today, I'll give it to you later."

Jiang Guoqing looked at Hu Xiuqing aggrievedly: "Mom, my hand hurts."

Hu Xiuqing surprisingly didn't say anything nonsense: "That belongs to his little brother. Your sister gave it to you, so you can eat it."

Jiang Guoqing immediately changed his strategy: "What about today's half? I want to eat it now."

Hu Xiuqing took the key and opened her bedroom door: "You eat the dumplings first. They won't taste good if they're cold. Leave two for me. I'm already hungry."

Jiang Furong shook her head secretly, pushed the cart into the room, closed the door and looked through the bag that Qian Yuyan brought over.

There were small quilts and pillows, cotton coats and trousers, a set of long-sleeved shirts and long trousers, two pairs of small socks, overalls, bibs, diapers, and a piece of dock soap wrapped in a towel.

"Precious young master!" Jiang Furong was not surprised. As long as the income reached the middle class level, people would pay attention to food and clothing. "You can use your own little pillow tonight."

I don’t know what this little pillow is made of, but it feels soft, not like cotton.

Remember to ask Qian Yuyan next time you see her.

Little Baoying laughed, as if he was not anxious about being separated from his mother: "I want to find my brother."

Children are children. They like to play with friends, and they especially like to play with friends of similar age.

Jiang Furong tied up the bag and pushed Xiao Baoying out to the living room.

Jiang Guoqing bared his teeth and said to Jiang Furong with a gloomy face, "Sister, what kind of apple is this? Come on, eat it, it's salty!"

"I forgot to tell you just now, you have to wash it with water before eating it. I put some salt on it, otherwise the apple would turn black." Jiang Furong wanted to laugh but held it back, and said seriously: "If you want to eat the big apple I just brought, come back after school tomorrow afternoon, and you and Xiao Baoying will each have half."

In the final analysis, Jiang Guoqing just wanted to get a big apple immediately.

She just won’t give it to me!

Rules must be established and patience must be cultivated at the beginning.