My little country wife whom I haven't seen for eight years has come to join the army

"I want to ask you..." Lu Qinchuan smoked a cigarette after washing up. As soon as he opened his mouth, a faint smell of tobacco lingered at the tip of her nose.

She interrupted him, "My mother ran away when I was little. I don't even know what she looked like. But I had a strange dream. I dreamed that my grandmother was also called Zhou Shufen, and her eldest daughter was also called Daya, which is my mother."

Lu Qinchuan chuckled, stretched out his arms to wrap her tightly, rested his chin on the crook of her neck, and asked, "Hey, what happened next?"

"It was a long dream. Ever since I can remember, I knew my mother tried her best to give me all the happiness, but she was not happy.

Her mother fell ill and died a month after she started school. Not long after, her father brought her stepmother back home, saying that she would take care of her and her younger sister.

His father and stepmother gave birth to two younger brothers, and she and her sister Erya’s childhood was gone from then on.”

"Actually, she didn't die of an illness. Her mother didn't know she was pregnant at the time. Her stepmother used some trickery to make her miscarry. She lost a lot of blood, and she died because she couldn't be saved..."

Zhou Ruoyu said lightly, tears finally sliding down the corners of her eyes: "Although it was a dream, it was also a source of anger."

Warm hands cupped her face, and warm lips wiped away her tears, both those that had fallen and those that were yet to fall. The faint scent of tobacco filled the air between them. "Whether it was a dream or not, it's all in the past. Daya and her two siblings will have a happy childhood, don't worry."

"Hmm..." Zhou Ruoyu gently closed her eyes and responded weakly. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing was disordered because those warm lips were falling on her hair, forehead, ears, lips, cheeks, and lips...

After a moment of tenderness, her hair became fluffy, and her grape-like watery eyes looked at him dreamily: "How did you manage to bring Liu Wenzhong and his wife here in the time it takes to make lunch?"

"You're just asking me!" Lu Qinchuan feigned anger and pecked her lips lightly in retaliation. "Have you forgotten what your man's profession is? I'm a scout."

"Scouts are not heavenly soldiers or generals, how can they be so fast?" Zhou Ruoyu pouted. The little girl was anxious and unhappy.

Lu Qinchuan quickly adjusted his strategy: "Haven't we already done enough homework? We have to let Liu Wenzhong's wife know that Tan Ying is her husband's mistress. We have to let her go to Tan Ying's house to find evidence. This is legal and reasonable."

Zhou Ruoyu frowned and looked at him. "It's understandable that his wife is desperately trying to find this mistress. But how did you trick Liu Wenzhong, such a cunning man, into coming here?"

Lu Qinchuan tapped her nose and said, "Of course he has bad intentions. Their plan was probably for Tan Ying to find a way to sleep with Old Zhu, create the illusion that the affair was exposed, and force Old Zhu to surrender. But Tan Ying was too impatient and couldn't help but challenge Zhou's wife first."

"Did you analyze it or did that woman tell you? How come everything makes sense?" Zhou Ruoyu blinked and looked at him mischievously.

The result is predictable. If you hide in someone's arms and talk nonsense, you will naturally be severely punished.

The next morning, Lu Qinchuan got up early to wash up. Zhou Ruoyu made hand-rolled corn noodles, beat an egg stew, and sprinkled it with chopped cilantro from the yard. It was fragrant.

Looking at Lu Qinchuan who was concentrating on eating, Zhou Ruoyu asked, "Are your legs really okay?"

Reluctantly, he raised his head from his bowl of noodles. "The regiment commander already suspected that I was staying home, and with what happened with Lin Siyu yesterday, I thought it would be wiser for me to report to the regiment headquarters before he gets angry."

Zhou Ruoyu nodded. After spending time with you day and night these days, she felt reluctant to leave. "I still have a lot of things to discuss with you. You're going to work soon."

"I've taken care of the house issue for you. It's the one you and Li Ming liked." Lu Qinchuan struggled to shovel the last slippery noodle into his mouth.

"What? How do you know I want to buy a house?"

Zhou Ruoyu was surprised. She had her eye on a semi-renovated house at the end of the alley, one for storage and two for garment manufacturing. It was also located a bit away from residential areas. But the owner, clearly a seasoned black market shopper, refused to sell it for less than 200 yuan.

"Li Ming wants to do business more than you, so he came to me." Finally, he sucked the noodle down and burped with satisfaction.

It's infuriating, isn't it? It makes her feel humiliated, isn't it? This is her business, but Li Ming went to Lu Qinchuan. Did he calculate that her pockets are cleaner than her face?

Between being angry and being cowardly, she chose to be angry and cowardly.

He followed her face and said, "Are you angry? I won't keep any private money anymore. Here, I'm handing over the passbook now. It's yours. You can use it as you wish."

A passbook with Chairman Mao's quotations printed on it, a unique feature of that era, was pushed in front of her. It was a current savings passbook with a deposit of 3,000 yuan.

Three thousand yuan! If he hadn't married her, he would have been a diamond bachelor, both beautiful and rich!

She instantly felt like she was being exploited by the beautiful cabbage in front of her, and her voice became uncontrollably flattering: "Let me keep your money, it's so bad."

Lu Qinchuan frowned noncommittally and talked about something else: "That house still needs to be renovated. Li Ming has already arranged for someone to do it. When the time comes, you can put the finished clothes in the warehouse instead of keeping them where Li Ming lives. It's too crowded and inconvenient."

It was getting late, so Lu Qinchuan stood up, picked up the military uniform hanging aside, and put it on neatly.

As he walked into the yard, Captain Zhu, who was sitting on the wall, had been waiting for him for a long time: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law..."

The two of them frowned at the same time and looked at the people on the wall. Captain Zhu smiled awkwardly and said, "Can you help me take care of Shufen? I'm just worried that she won't behave. The doctor won't let her move around."

She loved to hear this and she also loved to do this. She didn't say anything, but still gave him a fierce look.

Silence meant tacit agreement, and Captain Zhu hurriedly said to Lu Qinchuan, "Old Lu, wait for me a moment. I'll take your car today."

Lu Qinchuan knew that Old Zhu would inevitably be scolded today. After all, he was the one who was carried from his yard to the car and sent to the hospital. He had to be scolded because of this.

He can only wish him good luck. It's his own fault for pretending to be a Bodhisattva and showing off his kindness. He really deserves to suffer a little.

With the mentality of watching a good show, Lu Qinchuan agreed very readily.

Yesterday, Lu Qinchuan asked Gao Weiguo to drive the car away so that he could pick him up early this morning. How could he dare to show that he could drive in front of Captain Chen? That would be putting conditions on himself.

Gao Weiguo was waiting at the gate early. The two of them got into the car with their butts sticking out. The car roared and drove away.

"With a bang, the newspaper was thrown heavily onto the table.

The atmosphere in the regiment office was extremely tense, and as expected, Commander Chen lost his temper.

His face was frighteningly gloomy, and his eyes revealed anger and dissatisfaction.

The whole room was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, as if a storm was about to come.