There’s nothing I can do. I played too wildly during the winter vacation.

While the kids were finishing their homework, the elders played cards. Wang Xiongtian, Cheng Fugui, and Zhao Fangrui could fill a table, and Cheng Zhenzhu would occasionally join in, giving the elders some money...

"Fugui, do you think we really shouldn't help Zhenbao and the others?" Zhao Fangrui said while eating a card.

"We're all retired now, what's the point of bothering ourselves?" Cheng Fugui had no idea. With his two siblings around, if he couldn't even handle such a small task, he might as well give up.

"Big Two." Cheng Fugui threw away a good card that was of no use.

"This side, this side." Wang Xiongtian got a good card and was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

"That's right. We're all retired now, so let's just enjoy our retirement life." Zhao Fangrui quickly came to her senses. Since her children wanted to make a living, she could just let them do it. If things didn't work out, she'd have a fallback plan. "I'm crazy."

......After the festival, the old people started to get busy after sending the kids to school.

Wang Xiongtian and Cheng Fugui went around looking for some wood to make a few dressing tables, while Zhao Fangrui embroidered some cross-stitches, framed them, and hung them up in the house to make them look beautiful.

"Mom, your embroidery is so beautiful. Did you learn it specially?" Cheng Zhenzhu touched the delicate stitches and looked at her mother's flying fingers in amazement.

"Your great-grandmother was once a top embroiderer..." Zhao Fangrui had a lot to say about this. Because her family had a craft, she had grown up in a sweet place. It was just that her family was small, and by the time of her generation, she was the only one left.

Later, she married Fugui, and there were not many people in Fugui's family, so she had no relatives to visit for many years.

But now it is lively. Because my daughter has raised several children, now not only does she have Mr. Wang to visit, but she also has several comrades in the army to visit.

Look, Comrade Dali and Comrade Xiaode are both married, and Comrade Dawei's wife is pregnant, and they're going to have a baby this year. How wonderful! But the parents of seven or eight people, alas...

Cheng Zhenzhu didn't recall hearing anything about her great-grandmother. But cross-stitching, if I'm bored, I could learn it and pass the time...

"My daughter, Yumei's two sons have gone to college. What about Daming's family? Why haven't I heard about them?" Zhao Fangrui chatted with her daughter while embroidering a pattern on her hands.

"Dadan stayed back for a year and was supposed to take the college entrance exam this year. But high school was changed to three years, so he has to study for another year."

"Oh, so that's it..." Zhao Fangrui said with some emotion, "It will be great if the child goes out. Now that the old man of the Daming family is gone, it will be much easier when the child goes to college."

"That's right. Dadan and Erdan are both good kids. Once they finish their studies, Daming's wife can have a good rest..."

"I heard that Yitiao is going to join the army soon?" After finishing one topic, Zhao Fangrui changed the subject.

Cheng Zhenzhu nodded, "Well, if you pass the selection, you can join the army..."

——————"Peng Chengrui, we are joining the same regiment." After the selection was over and the results were announced, Fang Jian found his own name and immediately went to look for another name.

When Fang Jianxun saw the name he was looking for, he didn't know what to feel. Coincidentally, there were three groups in total, and they joined the same group.

"Yeah. Then we'll be teammates from now on." Ichijo nodded, and at the urgent whistle, he smiled at his "rival" of the past period of time.

......

In the alluring breeze, a military vehicle slowly drove into the gate of the Iron Fist Group.

Under the guidance of the instructor, more than twenty recruits followed the leader and stopped under a bright flag, lining up in an orderly manner.

"Oh, the greenhorns are here? They're really tall and look strong and healthy, not bad, not bad..."

When more than twenty people were lined up, a man wearing short-sleeved shirt, long pants and a military belt came over with a smile.

After the welcome speech, Ichijo learned that the man in front of him was Zhou Mingli, their instructor, and he didn't really like to smile. His smiles only lasted a few seconds, and he would keep a serious face for the rest of the time until the group was dismissed.

It can't be said to be a disbandment. In fact, we just lined up to get military supplies, then went to the dormitory to change into military uniforms, and then regrouped.

One line received three pairs of cotton shoes, two sets of green autumn clothes and long trousers, two sets of summer uniforms, autumn uniforms, and winter uniforms, two pairs of gloves, a military blanket, a military quilt, a military raincoat, and a brand new army green hat...

It was not until he put on the green military uniform and the green hat that he finally felt it was real - he was a soldier!

My childhood dream came true at this moment. Ichiro clenched his fists, the excitement in his heart almost overflowing.

"Gather." At this time, Fang Jianxun came over.

"Yeah, I see." He adjusted his hat, put it on properly, and walked towards the gathering in small steps.

The first day was spent in a state of fury. The instructors were furious, and so were the greenhorns. Anyway, the only thing to do was to yell at the top of their lungs...

The next day, after the team disbanded, Yitiao was incredibly depressed. The instructor had taken all the things he'd brought with him, telling him to wait until the holiday to get them back.

Is this the Iron Fist Group? Why does it feel different from the unit Uncle Jiamu and the others described? It feels like there's a murderous aura here, and it's extremely strict.

"Fortunately, the bead is still there..." Seeing that there was no one around, Ichijo took out a wooden bead from his hat, feeling very relieved.

Luckily, he was quick, and the wooden beads his mother had given him, telling him to keep them safe, weren't taken away. He couldn't wear anything during training, though, so he needed to find a safe place to store them...

On the third day of his arrival at the army, Yitiao was out running early in the morning, carrying a heavy load of rocks. Meanwhile, in distant City A, Ertiao and Xiaohuzi were also doing their daily long-distance training, sweating profusely...

————"Peng Chengfan, it's time to have breakfast. Aren't you going to run? If you don't run, you won't have anything to eat." On the other side, in a certain class at the Imperial Capital University, a classmate kindly reminded him while running.

"Oh." San Tiao nodded, still walking at a leisurely pace. Remembering that today's breakfast was porridge, he turned around and pocketed the chili oil his mother had made especially for him.

The classmates who saw this scene shook their heads, puzzled. Peng Chengfan usually did everything slowly, so how could his mind work so quickly?