Fifteen minutes later, the washing machine stopped working. Yun Qiao put on rubber gloves, opened the lid of the washing machine, took the clothes out of the water, and put them into the washing basin that had been prepared on the side. Then he lowered the drain pipe, aimed it at the drain outlet, turned on the drain knob, and the water from the washing machine flowed out of the drain pipe and all flowed into the sewer.

Seeing this, a military wife's eyes lit up: "This is convenient."

"The water from washing clothes flows directly out of the pipe and into the sewer, so I don't have to make the yard flooded every time I wash clothes."

"I also think the drainage pipe is well designed," another military wife agreed. "My laundry tub is huge. Every time I fill it with water, I can't carry it by myself. I either pour small basins of water down the drain, which makes my back ache, or I just dump it out into the yard. Every time it gets flooded, and when it freezes at night, I'm afraid of slipping every time I take a step."

As Yun Qiao showed off, more and more military wives were attracted to him.

After Yunqiao rinsed the clothes with clean water again, wrung out the washed clothes and hung them on the clothesline, everyone looked at the cotton-padded jacket that was almost as bright as new, and their eyes lit up again and again.

Because of a washing machine, people who came to Yun Qiao's house to watch the fun gradually dispersed until night fell.

After locking the door to the yard, Yun Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was actually not very good at dealing with people and usually preferred quietness. So many people suddenly came to her house one day, which was very stressful for her and she was always nervous.

He Tingjun moved the washing machine into the bathroom. From now on, this will be the place dedicated to the washing machine. He Tingjun plans to expand the bathroom by another meter and a half after a month, and build a partition wall in the middle to separate the washing machine from the bathroom. There are parts in the washing machine, which are often corroded by water vapor and the parts are prone to aging.

As for why we didn't expand it now, it's because since winter, we haven't used the bathroom at home anymore. It's too cold here, and we have a kang in the bedroom. With an extra piece of wood, the flames can bring the temperature up to 10 degrees Celsius. So we usually bathe in a large basin in the bedroom, and use the bath tickets issued by the company to go to the public bathhouse a few times a month for a good massage.

The public bathhouse in the family compound has a separate shower head, which Yun Qiao likes very much. He doesn't want to come out until he has scrubbed his head and feet clean.

After dinner, Yun Qiao and He Tingjun were about to go to bed when they suddenly heard a regular knock on the door.

He Tingjun stopped biting and buried his head in Yun Qiao's neck and shoulders, unwilling to pay attention.

Yun Qiao raised her rosy little face and nipped his ear, "Please open the door, in case of any emergency..."

He Tingjun took a deep breath, calmed his excited body, and then got up from the kang.

He walked to the coat rack, hesitated between his military uniform and his military coat, and finally chose to put on the military coat.

He Tingjun opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. His long military coat covered his figure tightly, and there was no sign of anything unusual.

After walking through the yard and opening the outer door, the person standing outside was actually Dong Dingbang.

He Tingjun frowned, wondering why Dong Dingbang suddenly came to visit him late at night. After all, he and Dong Dingbang didn't interact much, and their relationship was just ordinary.

There was a fresh scratch on Dong Dingbang's chin, bright red and streaked with blood.

Noticing He Tingjun's gaze, Dong Dingbang unconsciously raised his hand to cover his chin, and even explained in a way that made it even more obvious: "My chin was, was scratched by a cat."