Chapter 52 How about I act as matchmaker for you and Meng Yingying...

Chapter 52

The scene fell silent.

Commander Fang felt he had encountered a generous old comrade. Of course, the Song family did indeed have the ability, reputation, and prestige; they were among the most famous families in the entire city of Harbin.

Commander Fang's expression shifted slightly, and he turned his gaze to Du Xiaojuan.

As a member of the stationed team, they naturally didn't need the Song family's help, but they did need Song family's daughter, Song Fenfang.

"Anything is fine?"

Commander Fang asked tentatively.

Judging from the subtle sounds, even a shrewd person like Old Mrs. Song could easily understand Commander Fang's meaning.

She thought for a moment and gave a very cautious answer, “I can only promise what the Song family can do, such as providing financial or material assistance, or food assistance.”

"As for what Commander Fang wants, that's something else, and I can't make that decision."

On the other hand, where is it?

They both knew perfectly well what was going on.

Commander Fang understood the meaning behind her words. She glanced at Meng Yingying and saw that she was covered in sweat. She said, "Alright, Comrade Song, you've met the champion. Yingying still needs to rehearse. She'll be representing Heilongjiang Province in the joint performance of the three northeastern provinces soon."

"Just let her go to the practice room first."

"etc."

Seeing that Commander Fang was up to this tactic, Old Mrs. Song immediately became anxious and changed her tone, "Didn't we agree on this before?"

"I, this old woman, love the girls in the performing arts troupe dancing, so I prepared a gift for the champion as well."

this--

The room fell silent instantly. Meng Yingying was somewhat suspicious; her eyes were clear, as was her face.

His thoughts are written all over his face.

Grandma Song's heart skipped a beat. She added, "Not only the champion, but we also have plans for the runner-up and third place."

"However, I haven't gone to the runner-up and third-place winners yet; I'll come to your cultural troupe first."

Oh, so they all exist.

Meng Yingying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Grandma Song glanced at Du Xiaojuan, who quickly took out her grain coupons and money.

"This is our gift to the champion: one hundred yuan in cash, plus one hundred jin of national grain coupons, five jin of meat coupons, and since you young girls love to be pretty, we also have some cloth coupons that can be used to make pretty clothes."

"By the way, we also need some pastry coupons, milk powder coupons, and malted milk powder coupons. The women in your art troupe dance so much that they don't even have time to eat. That won't do. Carry some pastries with you so you can eat a little when you're hungry, at least you won't feel anxious from hunger."

To be honest, seeing how thin Meng Yingying was, Old Mrs. Song felt a little sorry for her.

As a result, Grandma Song gave out more and more, until it was almost impossible to cover it up.

Even Comrade Meng Yingying had some doubts.

Du Xiaojuan started coughing violently to cover for her, "Aren't you sure you didn't say something wrong? Aren't the rest for the runner-up and third place?"

"You've given everything to the champion, so what are we going to give to the runner-up and third-place winner?"

Her cough jolted Old Mrs. Song awake; she had lost control after seeing Meng Yingying.

He wished he could give her all the good things in the world.

She looked embarrassed and explained to Meng Yingying, "I'm so sorry, I'm getting senile."

“You’re the champion, so you get to choose first. After you’ve made your selection, I’ll take the rest and go find the runner-up and third-place winner.”

Meng Yingying didn't choose that option; instead, she went to see Commander Fang. After what had happened before, she had become more wary of unwarranted kindness.

Commander Fang hesitated for a moment before nodding to her.

After hearing what Commander Fang said, Meng Yingying walked over to Old Mrs. Song. She didn't ask for a hundred yuan or a hundred jin of national grain coupons.

She has food to eat while stationed at the unit, and she has saved some money, so she is not short of money at the moment.

"Could you give me some of each of the following: meat coupons, malted milk coupons, milk powder coupons, and pastry coupons?"

Meng Yingying said to Old Mrs. Song.

Upon hearing this, Grandma Song nodded subconsciously, "Of course."

"What about money and food coupons?"

Meng Yingying shook her head, "I don't need these for the time being, so I don't need them."

"Just give me the tickets I mentioned above."

She happened to be going to send tickets back to Yue Ru. She had borrowed some from Ye Yingtao and the others, but it was really limited.

As grassroots members of the performing arts troupe, they received a monthly allowance, but it was very little. Two ounces of pastry coupons and malted milk coupons were even rarer, issued only once a year.

Meng Yingying borrowed from many places but still couldn't collect enough. Just then, the champion's gift was being distributed, and she felt sleepy, so she handed over a pillow.

Grandma Song felt a little regretful, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only wink at Du Xiaojuan.

Du Xiaojuan took out a pile of receipts from her bag.

Then, he and Meng Yingying went to the side to choose: five catties of meat coupons, three catties of pastry coupons, and one nutritional supplement coupon, which was for buying malted milk powder.

Finally, there's the most precious milk powder voucher.

When Meng Yingying saw the ticket, her eyes lit up instantly. "Thank you, Grandma Song."

Calling her "Grandma Song" made the old lady overjoyed. "What else do you need next time?" she asked me.

Before he could finish speaking, Du Xiaojuan interrupted him, "Didn't we say we'd also give votes to the runner-up and third-place winner?"

She screamed inwardly, "Grandma, calm down! If Comrade Meng really recognizes you, it's hard to say whether he'll still want this ticket."

Grandma Song could only awkwardly say, "Next time, if you participate in the joint performance of the three northeastern provinces and win the championship, I will give you a new reward."

Meng Yingying thanked her, thinking to herself that this old lady must be from a very wealthy family.

In those days, food coupons, meat coupons, pastry coupons, and milk powder coupons were all incredibly difficult to obtain.

But the other side was able to send out so many so easily.

How much wealth must they have?

It's not just about having money. If you only have money, you'll end up like the Zhao family back then, labeled as capitalists, and their home will be confiscated.

The fact that the other party could openly produce so many votes clearly indicates that their family has power and status.

However, none of this concerns her.

After analyzing the documents, Meng Yingying, carrying a pile of tickets, said goodbye, "Commander Fang, Grandma Song, my teammates are waiting for me to go back and lead the dance, so I'll head back now."

Commander Fang nodded, "Go ahead."

Grandma Song was reluctant to let her go, but since Meng Yingying and Commander Fang had both spoken, she could only watch Meng Yingying leave with a heavy heart.

She left.

Commander Fang then had no more reservations, "Comrade Song, just tell me, what is your relationship with Meng Yingying?"

Although the Song family is quite good, it's clear that putting out so many votes at once will be a significant financial strain.

More likely, in order to see Meng Yingying, Old Mrs. Song used almost every ticket she could borrow and gather.

Grandma Song didn't say anything; she didn't know how to say it, and she was too ashamed to say it.

Commander Fang, "Is it inconvenient?"

Grandma Song nodded and said, "This old woman dares to ask Commander Fang to take good care of my Yingying in the future."

"If she needs anything or encounters any difficulties, please let the Song family know in advance, Commander Fang."

Our Yingying.

Commander Fang carefully considered these words and made a guess in her mind. Seeing that everything had been explained, Old Madam Song took her leave.

Commander Fang didn't want them to leave, after all, both Grandma Song and Du Xiaojuan were close to Song Fenfang.

The team stationed there naturally wanted to maintain a good relationship with them.

Who knows, we might be able to achieve our goal indirectly.

However, while Commander Fang tried to persuade him to stay, he kept glancing at the door, wondering why Commander Chen hadn't arrived yet.

After learning that Grandma Song and Du Xiaojuan had arrived, Commander Chen had already freed up his hands to come over.

Unfortunately, he arrived a step too late, so much so that by the time they got there, Old Mrs. Song and Du Xiaojuan had already left.

Commander Fang stepped forward and said directly, "Sir, you really are something. I notified you a long time ago, why did it take you so long to come?"

"Old Mrs. Song and Comrade Du Xiaojuan have passed away."

When Commander Chen entered the office and didn't see them, he guessed what was going on. He thought for a moment, then sat down instead of leaving, asking, "Why are the Song family here? And why is Comrade Du Xiaojuan here too?"

The Song family is actually a very special family in Harbin.

They belong to the political system because Song Zhan is in the municipal party committee, and he is a capable person who has already become the top leader.

As for Xiao Song, Song Fenfang, she went to the Northwest base, and there was no news of her for several years. It was only in the last two years that some of the weapons she developed were gradually put into use by the stationed troops.

In addition to the weapons from the previous years, the names of the designers have gradually been revealed to the public.

Only then did they realize that Song Fenfang was the one who provided all these weapons.

They were still from Harbin, so the team stationed there tried several times to establish connections with the Song family, hoping to make a breakthrough by approaching Old Mrs. Song and Old Mr. Song.

We'd like them to put in a good word for us, perhaps by having Song Fenfang design something that would allow the latest weapons to be prioritized for the Harbin 101 garrison.

pity.

They visited the Song family several times, but were all flatly rejected each time.

Clearly, neither Mrs. Song nor Mr. Song intends to get involved in the children's affairs, nor do they intend to give them any special treatment.

This left the stationed team feeling humiliated, and after it happened so many times, the stationed team forgot that Song Fenfang was still a native of Harbin.

Therefore, when faced with Commander Chen's question, Regiment Commander Fang hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know if it's convenient to say?"

"As long as no outsiders say so."

She sighed softly before saying, "Comrade Song came here to offer his support and encouragement to the champions of this arts and culture competition."

Division Commander Chen, "?"

"When did the Song family become so kind?"

If they were really that easy to talk to, the team wouldn't have been turned away so many times when they visited.

He was so aloof that he ignored everyone, and he wouldn't open any back doors for anyone anyway.

Commander Fang remained silent.

"wrong."

Commander Chen suddenly realized, "What is the relationship between the woman who won the arts festival and the Song family?"

That makes sense.

“Meng Yingying, you know that too.”

After Commander Fang finished speaking, he went into the cabinet to find Meng Yingying's personal file.

However, Commander Chen, who was sitting to the side, paused after hearing the name Meng Yingying. "Is Meng Yingying the woman who broke off her engagement with Qi Changming?"

Qi Changming initially chose to leave the army to avoid his childhood betrothed's return. Later, when Meng Yingying came looking for him, the Qi family caused a series of troubles, which Commander Chen couldn't possibly be unaware of.

Commander Chen paused for a moment, then said, "This woman is remarkable."

From an orphaned girl who went to live with her childhood sweetheart in the countryside to a champion in a cultural performance competition, the difference is enormous.

"Has the file been retrieved?"

After saying this, Division Commander Chen went to urge Regiment Commander Fang.

Commander Fang pulled out a bunch of file folders from the cabinet, finally finding Meng Yingying's file and taking it out.

She didn't hide it from him and opened it in front of Commander Chen.

"What did she write regarding the family members?"

Division Commander Chen also peeked over to take a look.

Commander Fang, "The family's statement says both parents are deceased."

"And only these two people were mentioned."

"That's not right."

Commander Chen took the file and looked at it. When he saw that the father and mother were both dead, he frowned slightly. "If Meng Yingying had no relation to the Song family, why would Old Madam Song condescend to come to our station and see her?"

"Tell me about Old Mrs. Song's reaction after she saw Meng Yingying."

Commander Fang recalled carefully, "I was excited, and I wanted to give Meng Yingying all the good things."

“You should know that even at our level, we only receive 29 catties of grain per month, but when Old Madam Song makes a move, she gives us 100 catties of grain coupons, as well as meat coupons, cloth coupons, pastry coupons, and milk powder coupons.”

After hearing this, Commander Chen subconsciously remarked, "This is for the younger generation in the family, isn't it?"

He does the same at home, always worried that his daughter isn't doing well. Whenever his workplace gives him money or receipts, he saves them for her.

Commander Fang said, "I guessed so." Then she changed the subject, "However, when I asked, Old Madam Song seemed a bit evasive; she was unwilling to talk about their relationship."

"Go and investigate the relationship between Meng Yingying's parents. Also, I'll visit the Song family when I have time."

They wouldn't miss any opportunity to get in touch with Song Fenfang.

However, it remains unclear what the relationship is between Meng Yingying and the Song family.

That's why Comrade Song and her capable assistant who has been by Song Fenfang's side for many years came along.

Commander Chen became genuinely curious.

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When Meng Yingying left Commander Fang's office, she was still a little confused, but then she thought about it and realized that the other party had not only given her a reward, but also the runner-up and the third-place winner.

She immediately understood.

With these various tickets in hand, Meng Yingying felt less pressured. In the past few days, she had been borrowing tickets from almost everyone she knew to help Zhao Yueru.

That's great, all the tickets are collected now.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, Meng Yingying didn't rush to eat. Instead, she went back to her dormitory and sorted out all the tickets she had saved up.

Twenty jin of national grain coupons, these are coupons for fine grains.

Five catties of meat coupons and three and a half catties of pastry coupons—it was pitiful. Meng Yingying borrowed from everyone she knew, but only managed to borrow half a catty of pastry coupons.

This was only because Ye Yingtao and Lin Qiu, along with several others, managed to scrape together enough for her. Two taels of pastry coupons per person were the most they could manage.

With this reward, Meng Yingying instantly shortened the time.

Instead of rushing to the post office, she lay down on her desk in the dormitory and began writing a letter.

"Yueru, seeing this letter is like seeing me in person. I wonder how your pregnancy is going? Is the baby bothering you? How is Zhou Jingsong treating you? How have the Zhou family treated you since you got married and moved into your husband's family home?"

After Meng Yingying finished writing a paragraph, she realized with a start that she wasn't writing a letter at all, but rather asking questions.

Unable to crumple the letter, she rewrote it, adding at the end, "If anyone in the Zhou family bullies you, move back to my house. The key is still with Uncle San."

"If Zhou Jingsong treats you well, you can take him with you when you move in."

“I remember the Zhou family’s house is a bit dilapidated. It’s okay in the summer, but I’m afraid it won’t be warm enough in the winter. If it’s really not good, you can come and stay at my house, have the baby, and then make plans for the future after you’ve had your postpartum period.”

After writing this, Meng Yingying put away the letter, took out the money from under her pillow, which was exactly her salary from the month before last, a total of forty-two yuan.

Meng Yingying hesitated for a moment, then, thinking that she still had money on hand, she put all of her entire month's salary into it.

In addition, there were some grain coupons, meat coupons, pastry coupons, and milk powder coupons. After all of them were stuffed into the envelope, the whole envelope became bulging.

Afraid it would fall out, she carefully sealed the opening with glue before heading out to send the money. Just then, Ye Yingtao returned with her food.

Judging from the thickness of the envelope, Ye Yingtao guessed most of it. "You sent out your entire salary from last month. There are still twelve days until payday this month. How are you planning to live?"

These female members of the performing arts troupe lived entirely on their monthly salaries.

Meng Yingying pursed her lips, "I still have some savings, enough to last until next month's salary."

She had 1,700 yuan in the bank, which was a fixed deposit and she couldn't withdraw it. She kept the remaining 20 yuan in cash for living expenses.

As for last month's salary, she sent it all away at once.

Zhao Yueru is pregnant and needs money and vouchers. The more money she has, the more comfortable she will be when it comes to pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum care.

Ye Yingtao sighed and didn't say anything, "Then you should go and come back early, so that the food I bring you won't get cold."

Meng Yingying nodded, thanked Ye Yingtao, and then ran out to the post office to mail a letter.

As soon as she left, Ye Yingtao remarked to Lin Qiu, "It's so nice to be Yingying's friend."

Lin Qiu, biting her spoon, said, "Yes, she gave away all her salary."

"I wouldn't be willing to give it all to my parents anyway."

I don't know how Meng Yingying could bear to do that.

Ye Yingtao said bitterly, "If I had met Yingying three months earlier, I would have invested all the money I had in her."

That's how Yingying will treat her now.

Damn it.

It's only a few months apart.

Lin Qiu laughed at her, "Even if you knew Yingying three months in advance, you still couldn't invest in her."

"Cherry, do you want to check how much money you have in your savings account?"

Most of the girls in their performing arts troupe are not the type to save money.

Anyway, you spend whatever you're paid each month, and your salary will continue to be paid the following month.

Having exposed Ye Yingtao's true colors, she felt a little guilty and said, "I was just saying."

"Besides, I'm just jealous that Yingying is being so nice to that girl named Yue Ru."

It's so sour.

He sent out all of his monthly salary, not a single penny of it.

On the other side, after Meng Yingying went to the post office, she first explained the contents of the letter inside, and then spent 15 cents to buy a stamp.

After affixing the seal, he handed it to the other party, saying, "Comrade, I'm sending this envelope to Xiang City by express mail."

After glancing at it, the other party said, "Express service will cost an extra 50 cents."

Meng Yingying deftly handed over fifty cents before leaving the post office. She even calculated the days, thinking that even if it was less than ten days, Zhao Yueru wouldn't receive it.

But to my surprise, that fifty cents was really well spent.

On the seventh day, Zhao Yueru received the package. She was resting at home during her pregnancy, and while she was resting, her sister-in-law kept nagging her.

Zhao Yueru ignored it all; whatever the other party said, she just listened.

Just when she was tired of hearing it.

A bicycle bell rang out; it was the postman delivering mail. The bicycle stopped in front of the Zhao family's house, and the postman called out into the yard, "Comrade Zhao Yueru, there's mail for you."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yueru instinctively stood up from the recliner and rushed forward. Halfway forward, she realized that she was pregnant.

I'm not single anymore.

She subconsciously slowed her pace. "Comrade, I am Zhao Yueru."

The postman glanced at her, then looked down and searched for Zhao Yueru's letter in the bag. After finding her name, he handed it over, saying, "This is your letter."

"Comrade Zhao, please sign your name here."

Zhao Yueru signed the document swiftly, but when she took the envelope, her hand paused for a moment as she felt its thickness.

He didn't say anything.

"What's wrong?"

Hearing the noise, Zhou Jingsong, who was inside the house, came out with his cane to ask.

Zhao Yueru looked down at the address on the envelope and said in a muffled voice, "Yingying sent me something. The envelope feels so thick."

"She must have given me all the money and tickets she had."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou's eldest sister-in-law's ears perked up as well. "Meng Yingying sent it to you?"

"Quickly open it and see how much money was sent?"

Zhao Yueru didn't want to open it at first, but then she remembered Yingying's instructions on the phone to wait until she received the money and tickets she sent.

It would be best to spread the word.

In this way, she can make her private money and tickets public in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yueru was about to turn around and leave, but in front of everyone, she opened the envelope.

Because it was so heavy, even though she was prepared, the receipts inside the envelope still fell out one by one when she opened it.

Money and tickets are impossible to grasp.

This was the first time Zhou's eldest sister-in-law had seen so many colorful tickets. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Goodness, what kind of tickets are these? I've never seen them before!"

"And this money, that's quite a lot, isn't it? It must be several tens of yuan."

Zhao Yueru bent down to pick them up, and when she saw the milk powder coupons, pastry coupons, and nutritional supplement coupons, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and they instantly turned red.

She didn't answer Zhou's sister-in-law's question, but after picking up the tickets, she turned around and went into the house.

As soon as she entered, she closed the door, sat down at the table, and began to sort out all the money and banknotes.

She murmured, "Forty-two yuan in cash."

"Twenty catties of grain coupons, five catties of meat coupons, three and a half catties of pastry coupons, two nutritional supplement coupons, and one milk powder coupon."

The door creaked open, and Zhao Yueru knew who had come in without even turning around.

"Zhou Jingsong".

She shouted.

Zhou Jingsong came in leaning on his white cane and walked precisely to her side. "What's wrong?"

"I dare not read the letter."

Even the audacious and carefree Zhao Yueru didn't have the courage to read the letter at this moment.

"Yingying's monthly salary was forty-two yuan, and she gave me all of it."

"Then there were milk powder coupons, pastry coupons, and meat coupons."

"They gave them all to me."

Zhao Yueru felt a pang of sadness. She looked up, her eyes red, and asked, "Zhou Jingsong, you said Yingying gave me all the money and tickets, what will she eat?"

Where in the world can you find such a foolish girl?

They wouldn't leave themselves a single penny. Besides, even if they were stationed in the team, they wouldn't be able to get meat coupons, nutritional supplement coupons, and milk powder coupons.

Previously, when Zhou Jingsong asked his comrades to help him, the best they could get was sugar coupons. Even when they collected a lot of meat coupons, they only managed to get a pound and a half.

The supply of pork is tight, and so are meat coupons; this is a reality.

Zhou Jingsong was silent for a moment. He raised his hand and touched the receipts on the table. After a while, he said gently, "We'll return them later."

"Yueru, Meng Yingying misses you. When our lives get better, we'll repay her little by little."

In fact, they all knew that Meng Yingying did these things without expecting anything in return.

Because Zhao Yueru helped her through her most difficult time, and that bond alone is enough for them to stay together for a lifetime.

Zhao Yueru gave a soft "hmm" and touched her belly. "Baby, do you see? Your aunt sent you so many nice things."

"They're all sent to you."

Her child is so lucky.

Even before I was born, I was already being cared for like this.

In the end, Zhao Yueru still read the letter. She held the letter, buried her face in the blankets, and cried again and again. In the end, the letter was soaked with tears, and even the handwriting was blurred.

Do you think Yingying is stupid?

"Where can I find someone to give birth at her house?"

"Others are too afraid to do anything, worried about making their homes dirty, but she's so kind of her. She invited me to her house to rest during my pregnancy, give birth, and have my postpartum period, so I wouldn't catch a cold."

Why is she like this?

With a nasal tone, she asked, "Why is she so nice to me?"

Fool.

Even biological parents rarely want their own daughter to come home to give birth, but Meng Yingying was willing and agreed.

Zhou Jingsong didn't say anything, he just hugged Zhao Yueru and said, "I'm sorry."

"You're being wronged by following me."

He seemed to see a blur of light and shadow before his eyes, his thin lips pressed tightly together, a hint of determination in them. "Yueru, once my eyes are healed, you'll come with me to join the army."

My family's living conditions are too poor. If I go to live with the military, there are family quarters and military hospitals.

Whether it's the former or the latter, it would be the best choice for Zhao Yueru, who is pregnant.

"Will you be accompanying the army?"

Zhao Yueru murmured, "Old Zhou, you need to let me think about it."

The news that Meng Yingying had sent letters, money, and tickets to Zhao Yueru was spread by Zhou's eldest sister-in-law, a big mouth, within a morning.

She spoke animatedly outside, "You wouldn't believe it, when my sister-in-law opened the envelope, oh my, the money and tickets inside fell out like snowflakes."

"There's so much of it that it's all over the ground."

"How much would that be?"

Sister-in-law Zhou guessed, "I didn't count, I only glanced at it, and I felt there were at least forty or fifty yuan. But that's not the point. The point is the tickets. I've never seen many of the tickets that fell out before."

"Later, I overheard my sister-in-law talking to my brother-in-law. Apparently, the tickets were for nutritional supplements, malted milk powder, pastries, and milk powder."

"Let me ask you, when have we country folk ever heard of these things?"

In the countryside, even a single piece of candy is a rare treat, let alone malted milk powder or milk powder—things I've never even heard of.

Grandma Hu, who was standing nearby, remarked with a sigh, "It seems that Yingying has really made it big in the cultural troupe."

"It's just a pity." She glanced at Meng Yuzhu and the others. "What a pity, if the Meng family hadn't been so ruthless in eliminating Yingying back then."

"I'm afraid this money and tickets are destined for your Meng family, right?"

Unlike now, where all the money is given to someone with a different surname.

Meng Yuzhu's face was rather grim. He couldn't stay at the entrance of the village any longer, so he returned home with his head down, feeling anxious, angry, and furious.

Seeing Aunt Meng still sewing shoe soles and Meng Dunzi twisting hemp rope, he became a little irritated. "Work, work, work! All you do all day long is these trivial tasks. Even if you do them your whole life, you won't earn much money."

"It's not even half as much as what Meng Yingying sent back."

Aunt Meng frowned. "Why are you so angry? What did Yingying send back?"

When asked, Meng Yuzhu refused to answer, squatting on the threshold, sulking. Aunt Meng went out to inquire, and once she understood the situation, she returned to find her son still squatting there, sulking.

Her voice was calm. "Instead of regretting it here, you should help Dunzi finish twisting this ten-meter hemp rope so you can take it to the supply and marketing cooperative to exchange for salt."

Meng Yuzhu was unwilling to move. He mocked, "It takes three days to twist ten meters of hemp rope to exchange for two cents' worth of salt."

"It's not even one-tenth or one-hundredth of the money Meng Yingying sent back."

"Instead of twisting hemp rope, we might as well try to please Meng Yingying. Who knows, even a little bit she manages to slip through her fingers would be enough for us to eat."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Meng's face suddenly turned cold. "You didn't say this when you bullied Meng Yingying back then."

Meng Yuzhu remained silent.

“What belongs to Meng Yingying belongs to Meng Yingying. I hope you can understand this principle. Your father didn’t understand it back then, so he’s still sitting in jail now.”

“If you want to follow in your father’s footsteps, then keep thinking that way. When the day comes that you are arrested and imprisoned, as your mother, I will at most bring you food twice, and that’s all.”

After seeing Song Fenfang, Aunt Meng became much more lucid.

This extends to how we view problems today.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Meng Yuzhu stopped talking and looked at the hemp rope with some regret.

If only he had stood up against his father and taken care of Meng Yingying back then.

Does this mean that the person who receives the money and tickets today won't be Zhao Yueru, but him?

Unfortunately, there's no such thing as knowing beforehand.

It's too late to regret it now.

Harbin 101 Station Team.

After giving the order, Commander Fang quickly uncovered some of the more secretive information from back then.

She went to Commander Chen to report, "Sir, look."

She handed the information she had found to Commander Chen. After reading it, Commander Chen's pupils contracted slightly. "Meng Yingying is Professor Song Fenfang's daughter?"

"My own daughter?"

Commander Fang nodded, "Yes."

"At least that's what the records say. Didn't Song Fenfang disappear for two years after dropping out of Tsinghua University?"

"She eloped with Meng Yingying's father, Meng Baichuan, to Mengjiatun in western Hunan, and during that time she gave birth to a daughter."

After listening, Commander Chen murmured, "No wonder."

No wonder Song Fenfang suddenly disappeared back then, and the Song family searched everywhere for her.

If it were his daughter, she would have been a promising academic star, but instead, she gave up her studies and dropped out of school for a man.

They even eloped from afar.

As a father, he would be furious.

He suddenly understood why the Song family had announced to the outside world that they were severing ties with Song Fenfang back then.

In the end, however, it was the Song family that compromised, because they had found out where Song Fenfang was.

When Song Fenfang was found again, she was neither shining brightly in the classroom nor sweating and serving the country in the research institute.

Instead, she married a lame man in the countryside, deep in the mountains, without her parents' consent.

The other person didn't have a formal job and only had an elementary school education. In fact, their main job was slaughtering pigs.

This is something that no one can understand.

Song's parents were proud; they had poured all their heart and soul into Song Fenfang since she was a child, and she truly lived up to their expectations, shining brightly.

In the end, she dropped out of school, eloped, got married, and had children.

Every single thing they did was unconventional and unorthodox, which greatly disappointed Song's parents.

No wonder.

When the Song family learned of Song Fenfang's whereabouts, they were willing to use their connections to have someone kidnap her and bring her back.

No wonder.

No one knew that Song Fenfang had given birth to a daughter; it turned out that the Song family had kept it a secret from the very beginning.

They hated Meng Baichuan for ruining their family's promising daughter.

No wonder they kept this a secret so well.

Commander Fang was completely unaware of the inside story. There was a gap of more than ten years between her and Division Commander Chen, so she was also unaware of Song Fenfang's situation.

She then asked, "What?"

Commander Chen shook his head. "It's nothing."

"Let's leave this information aside for now and pretend we don't know anything about it. We'll just take good care of Meng Yingying in our daily lives."

"Also, don't let slip that Meng Yingying has a connection with the Song family."

Commander Fang was somewhat confused.

Commander Chen pondered, "The matter between the Song family and Meng Yingying is somewhat complicated. It's not a matter of you forgiving me and me forgiving you; there are too many things involved."

"We, as the stationed team, will not participate. Let's see how far the Song family and Meng Yingying can go in the end."

This is a private matter between the two of them.

Commander Fang, after all, cared about her own people. She asked in a low voice, "So if Meng Yingying is bullied by the Song family, we won't do anything about it?"

That won't do.

How could she allow outsiders to bully her people, even if the Song family were Meng Yingying's relatives?

Commander Chen knew the inside story, and he smiled, "That's not the case."

"With Meng Baichuan dead, the feud between the Song family and him has also been resolved."

"As for Meng Yingying, she is Song Fenfang's daughter after all, and the Song family had both anger and resentment back then, so they made a decisive move."

"Now that so many years have passed, seeing that Meng Yingying is not doing well, they all feel guilty. Let alone bullying her, they are too busy to make amends."

"Didn't you notice that Comrade Song did so much, yet he didn't even dare to reveal his true identity to Meng Yingying?"

Do you know why?

Commander Fang suddenly realized, "They are afraid that Meng Yingying will hate them, and they are also afraid that Meng Yingying will not recognize them."

“That’s right.” Commander Chen smiled like an old fox. “Don’t worry, our garrison will only benefit from being in the middle.”

"Next time Comrade Song comes to see Meng Yingying, you should stop him appropriately."

In that case, since Comrade Song couldn't contact Meng Yingying, he naturally had to ask Song Fenfang at the Northwest Base for help.

Will Song Fenfang come?

Commander Chen thought for a moment and said, "Probably. I heard that the Northwest Base has already passed the most important years. Now Song Fenfang doesn't need to hide her identity anymore, and she's not like before when she was imprisoned and couldn't get out."

"If she really cares about her daughter Meng Yingying, she will come out to see her."

Commander Chen's target was Song Fenfang, this big fish.

As Commander Fang left, he scratched his head and said, "Leader, we really should have brought you to the cultural troupe to outwit and outmaneuver the other cultural troupes."

She wasn't particularly bright, so in the past few years, she almost always lost to other performing arts troupes.

"Then you'll sit in my seat?"

Commander Chen made a joke.

Commander Fang immediately tensed up, and stammered somewhat, "That won't do. If I sit in your position, then it's all over."

She's so naive, she doesn't even realize she's being schemed against.

Commander Chen knew her personality, so he didn't take it seriously. He just sat in his chair, thought for a while, and then slowly said, "I was just joking with you. When you go out, please call Commander Qi over for me."

Commander Fang didn't understand why she was calling Qi Donghan at this time, but she did as she was told, and carefully closed the door behind her when she left.

After a while, Qi Donghan came over. He knocked on the door with his finger, and a voice came from inside.

He then strode in. Qi Donghan was tall, with a handsome and upright face and a wheat-colored complexion, looking heroic and extraordinary.

In addition, he was wearing a well-fitting military uniform, looking like a clothes hanger. As soon as he entered, Commander Chen felt that the entire office brightened up.

A hint of amazement flashed in his eyes, and he immediately went straight to the point, saying, "Xiao Qi, you're here. How about I act as a matchmaker for you?"

Qi Donghan never expected that the big boss would call him over in such a hurry, just to discuss the matchmaking matter.

He was about to refuse immediately.

"Don't rush to refuse." Commander Chen stood up, holding his enamel mug, speaking calmly and deliberately. "Haven't you heard me tell you who my matchmaker is?"

Qi Donghan didn't want to know who the other party was.

Because the blind dates that Commander Chen introduced to him were all daughters or granddaughters of high-ranking officials.

Therefore, Qi Donghan refused decisively, without a trace of lingering affection on his face, "Leader, I have no plans to get married for the time being."

"Meng Yingying".

"What?"

Commander Chen stared at his face, a half-smile on his lips, and said, "The person I'm arranging your marriage is Meng Yingying. What do you say? Are you in?"

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Author's Note: I'm here! Sorry I was a bit late this morning because I spent so much time working out the outline. Here's a hundred red envelopes, and comments and messages will also receive nutrient solution!