At the same time, the old lady felt jealous when she thought about others receiving a monthly pension of around 100 yuan!

Ordinary people only earn thirty yuan a month if they go to work!

A hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes, and she thought of something, and her mood instantly became better. "You don't have a son, so you won't even have someone to break the pot with in the future."

"What kind of feudal customs are these?"

The old lady disagreed, "If you can't break the pot, I won't accept you anymore."

"I think you want me to take you in!"

A warm voice came from the side.

When the old lady saw that it was Wen Nuan, she quickly explained, "I just wanted to persuade their granddaughter to give birth to another son."

Wen Nuan scolded her mercilessly: "Whether someone gives birth to a son or not is none of your business."

"I see you're just sitting there with nothing to do, come with me to the ideological education class later!"

The old lady was horrified, "Goodbye, I remembered I have something else to do, so I'll leave now!"

She twirled her short legs and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Zhao Hui gave Wen Nuan a grateful look and said, "Xiao Wen, thank you for your help."

"It's okay. If you meet people like this next time, just ignore them."

Wen Nuan said as she raised the thing in her hand. Inside the net bag was a net bag full of eggs.

"I bought all the eggs that everyone had saved. Xiaoyu can eat them first, and I'll give them to her after she finishes eating."

Zhao Hui quickly opened the door for the other party and invited her in before saying, "We can't accept the eggs."

"What's wrong with me sending some eggs to my godsister?" Wen Nuan didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"That's true, but we are in the military area, and we are most afraid of being criticized. It would be bad if it gets out."

Both Zhao Hui and Sang Youde were determined not to accept warm things.

Wen Nuan couldn't persuade them and had to take the eggs with her.

Before dying, she went into the room and left Sang Feiyu and Duomi alone for a while.

"Little Domi is so handsome."

"Your eyes look like yours, and your nose looks like Zhiyuan's. You two are good-looking, and your child will be good-looking too."

"Come to think of it, little Duomi doesn't look like a baby who hasn't left the confinement period yet. He looks like he's three or four months old."

Sang Feiyu knew Wen Nuan would say this, so she smiled and said, "I'm in a good mood, I have enough milk and nutrition, the child changes every day and grows very fast. I guess when my man finishes his mission, he won't be able to recognize the child anymore."

Wen Nuan smiled: "It's still recognizable. Who can give birth to such a beautiful child like yours?"

When Wen Nuan was talking, little Duomi just kept staring at her. His rosy eyes made her heart flutter.

I wish this was my own daughter.

She knew very well that with her ordinary looks, it was unlikely for her to give birth to such a beautiful girl.

…

On the other side, the old lady came to the yard where her son lived. Her son was the company commander and was allocated a house early. He was assigned to a small yard where several families lived.

The man next door to Sang Feiyu's house seemed to be a company commander. His family was allocated houses late, and only that piece of land had a vacant house, so they were temporarily arranged to live there.

We are all company commanders, so why are the living conditions so different?

The old lady felt more and more unwilling. She asked her son to talk to the army about changing houses, but her son directly refused every time.

They say that this is the policy in the army. Those who are lucky enough get to live in good houses, but those who are unlucky can only accept it.