"Goodbye, Commander!" Gu Ye was eager to leave. He stood up, paid attention and saluted with his body straight. He turned around and left with a righteous look on his face.

Commander Zheng became even angrier.

When the political commissar pushed the door open, he heard Commander Zheng getting angry. "Listen to this, old commander! Listen to this! What is he saying? He's telling me to give up on this idea?"

"Look at you, Old Zheng, you're angry again!" The political commissar picked up the kettle and filled up the cup of Commander Zheng's tea. "I told you long ago that Gu Ye's wife is a person with her own ideas. She refused to send Gu Ning to the division kindergarten, and she must have her reasons!"

"What's the logic? The child can go to any kindergarten. Why does he have to go to the county town? Are the county town kindergartens better than our division headquarters kindergartens? Maybe they are not even as good as our division headquarters kindergartens!"

Commander Zheng took a sip of tea and got burned. "Master, you want to burn me to death!"

"I don't know if it smells good or not, but it's nonsense to say that the county kindergarten can't compare to the division kindergarten! At least the teachers there are all regular teachers!" The political commissar looked at the teacher Zheng who was scalded, and still smiled, "Blow it before you drink it!"

"How formal can it be? For such a young child, isn't it enough to just keep him from running around and feed him something to eat and drink?" Teacher Zheng put down his teacup and said unhappily, "Back then, I didn't go to primary school until I was twelve years old. I didn't even know what kindergarten was! I was fine!"

"Old Zheng, times have changed. You can't compare your time with now!" The political commissar shook his head. Commander Zheng was a rough man. He joined the army to fight after just a few years of elementary school. He was promoted all the way because of his bravery in combat, but he had no education and was very rude in what he said and did.

Every time the political commissar spoke to Commander Zheng, he felt helpless, like a scholar meeting a soldier and unable to explain himself clearly.