Because Li Yuanzhao is pregnant, everyone offered their congratulations once again.

Liu Shuhong felt even more emotional; after buying the house, she missed her daughter and son terribly.

Especially now that she's eating white flour and meat.

The family was poor, and the children couldn't afford to eat.

After everyone finished eating, Song Yan directed everyone to tidy up their things.

She wanted to mail some things back to her friends in Qingshan Brigade.

For example, jujubes, Kyoto sweets, and sweet potato chips made by Song Yan himself.

Many gifts were sent back to various families, such as Aunt Cheng's, Chen Xiaodong's, and Wang Wenjuan's.

Wei Erzhuang's family must be among them.

Liu Shuhong planned to put two pieces of cloth inside—one red and one blue—to make clothes for her child. She hesitated for a long time before deciding not to put any money in.

...

Song Yan's place is filled with laughter and joy, with relatives and friends all together, making them happy even though they are far from home.

This is different from Su Zhaohai's home.

Shen Changchuan went directly to the leader of Su Zhaohai's leader.

The call from the superior went directly to Su Zhaohai's superior.

As military personnel, we must have ideological awareness. But what about our family members? Shouldn't they also have ideological awareness?

What qualifications did Shen Changchuan have? His wife, Su Yinghong, sacrificed her life for her country. Their son was an outstanding soldier and a young commander with a distinguished military record.

Su Zhaohai's wife actually hates these people...

How do you do your job? And this isn't a small matter...

If a superior is reprimanded like this, how can things be any better when it comes to Su Zhaohai?

Su Zhaohai knew that he would have to take off this military uniform.

If he had transferred to civilian work back then, he would definitely have become a cadre in the local government. Now... he just hopes to be able to do something respectable.

His initial plan was to work diligently in an inconspicuous job for a few years.

It's impossible to restore his original rank and position, but there's a lot of room for manipulation.

Who would have thought that this woman in the family would cause such a mess, and everything would be in vain.

This situation is all because of this woman.

Su Zhaohai punched and kicked Yuan Haiyan.

Yuan Haiyan didn't dare make a sound. She knew she had made a terrible mistake.

She's been letting loose and throwing tantrums these days.

Because she was a mother who had lost her son, most people were quite forgiving, and she felt much better after venting her emotions.

Perhaps it was because she was used to venting, but when she saw that face that looked so much like Shen Changchuan, she was driven mad with jealousy.

My son is dead, so why should Shen Changchuan's son live? It's that heartless bastard Shen Changchuan. If he had just shown a little compassion, his eldest son might have survived.

We all live in the same compound and see each other all the time. How could he just watch my son die and not do anything to help?

I curse you, I curse your son and your grandson!

The more pain she felt, the more hatred she felt.

Su Zhaohai vented his dissatisfaction to the fullest. He never thought that if he had restrained Yuan Haiyan a little from the beginning, Yuan Haiyan would not have become so unscrupulous.

Moreover, if it weren't for his embezzlement, Su Rui wouldn't have had the gold bars. Of course, he wouldn't have thought that it was because he became a spy that all this had happened.

Now that Su Zhaohai has fallen to this state, he also wants revenge. He also wants to do something...

...

Song Yan hasn't stepped out of the door these days.

The packages I packed last night were put into a burlap sack and Xiaohu mailed them.

However, the letter to the Song army was forgotten to be mailed.

Song Yan hadn't gone out for many days. Today, with Di Minxia accompanying her, they planned to stroll over and drop the letter into the mailbox.

The mailbox is really not far from their house.

Song Yan joked that even in prison, one should get some fresh air. She was about to go for a walk.

Di Minxia followed behind Song Yan, carrying a small stool.

Song Yan's good mood vanished after seeing the two people.