Zhou Lian kept crying, and the children cried along with her. The whole office was filled with their cries, and the expressions of the leaders and staff began to darken.

Director Zhang glanced at the composed Lu Yang and his wife, and had already made up her mind. She looked at Zhou Lian with a serious expression.

"Comrade Zhou Lian, what exactly happened?"

Zhou Lian was just waiting for someone to speak first so she could bring up the matter.

"Director, yesterday Battalion Commander Lu told my husband that they don't want the new house over there anymore. Battalion Commander Lu and my husband have been friends for so many years, and seeing that we have many children, he said he would give the house to our family."

Upon hearing this, we quickly took the children and moved our things over, but to our surprise, Battalion Commander Lu's wife refused.

She clearly said she wasn't planning to come and join the military, but now that we've all moved in, she's saying she wants to stay. What if she changes her mind later? Isn't this just causing us a lot of trouble?

Wang Guifang and Yang Caiyun exchanged a glance and couldn't help but purse their lips.

They're not stupid. Which of them wouldn't be envious of those newly built red brick buildings? These originally belonged to someone else. Is Zhou Lian planning to just take them by force?

Even if Battalion Commander Lu's family really doesn't come to accompany the army, that house should still be released. How can it be given to someone privately? It's just that they didn't have the means when they came. They just hope that the army can build more houses so that they can also live in new houses.

Director Zhang's expression was also somewhat unpleasant. Her husband was a deputy division commander, and he was already extremely busy with the housing allocation, so everyone had their opinions and complained that the location they were allocated was not good.

Many military dependents are rural women, and it's impossible to reason with them.

Every day, various lawsuits keep this small women's federation office busy as a spinning top.

Song Qing stared blankly at Zhou Lian, who was still crying. Wang Minggui's dark face turned ashen; with things escalating like this, his reputation had been thoroughly humiliated.

"Comrade Zhou Lian, the house that has been arranged cannot be changed at will. Of course, Battalion Commander Lu should also be criticized for this, as he did not consider things carefully."

Since Battalion Commander Lu's family has decided to accompany him to the military base, the housing will be allocated as before.

Director Zhang withdrew her hand, stood up, and said calmly that she had criticized both sides. The others also got busy with their own tasks, and Zhou Lian's crying gradually subsided.

When she first came here, she boasted to the village that she would be living in an apartment building when she came to the military region. This was her only chance. Even if new apartments were built in the future, there would be so many people waiting to come. How could it be her turn?

She raised so many children on her own, and every villager looked down on her openly or secretly when her husband wasn't home, so she had no choice but to become even more assertive.

Fortunately, Wang Minggui was quite determined, and he managed to get by during those days by making empty promises to himself.

The moment she learned she could join the army, who wouldn't feel envy, jealousy, and resentment towards her? The resentment she had harbored for over a decade vanished in that instant, and she knew her persistence had been right.

Once they're settled, some villagers might come over. If they see that they're living in houses just like the ones in the village, who knows what nasty things they'll say when they get back?

For Zhou Lian, the house was not only a dwelling but also a symbol, signifying that they were living a much better life than before.

Director Zhang waved his hand, and Wang Minggui, his face ashen, tried to pull Zhou Lian away, but she slammed into the table with his force, clutching her stomach and wailing.

This unexpected turn of events startled everyone in the office.

"mother!"

Several children rushed to help Zhou Lian, crying. Director Zhang and the others tried to squeeze in, but were pushed back by the children, and the scene became chaotic.

"Oh, Wang Minggui, you're just a bully at home. You think I'm a disgrace?"

"He actually took his anger out on me! He's such a coward outside, only taking his anger out on his family." Zhou Lian grabbed Wang Minggui's sleeve and cried incessantly.

"If you had any skills outside, you wouldn't be in the same position, but others would be assigned apartments while you were assigned a dilapidated house."

Including the one in my belly, we have six children in total. The organization doesn't even consider our specific circumstances. Some people only have one child, yet they can live in better houses. Why do you think that is?

"You're just a gourd with a sawed mouth. You've been in the army for nearly twenty years, and all you've brought us, mother and children, is a body full of wounds. All you've done is keep us in fear. Others are so much younger than you, and they hold the same rank as you, yet you never get any of the good opportunities."

"Alright, stop talking." Wang Minggui gritted his teeth and forced out a few words. He was also afraid that he had really bumped into her, so he hurriedly asked her if she was feeling unwell. Zhou Lian just clutched her stomach and cried out in pain.

"Comrade Zhou Lian, we can't be careless about the child. Are you alright? Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

"Commander Wang, you really can't talk things out properly. She's pregnant."

Zhou Lian simply sat on the ground, clutching her stomach, and started crying, already feeling incredibly wronged.

"Director Zhang, then I'll be frank. What exactly is the standard for housing allocation in the military district?"

My husband, Lao Wang, holds the same position as Battalion Commander Lu, and our family's situation is even more special than theirs. Why doesn't the organization give priority to our situation?

My husband, Lao Wang, climbed his way up step by step, sustaining numerous injuries over the years. Shouldn't he receive preferential treatment from the organization?

"These are decisions made by the military region; how can we interfere?"

Song Qing stood aside, not intending to get involved, since their family wasn't the only one allocated a red house.

Yang Caiyun tried to help her up by the arm, but Zhou Lian refused. "Then I'm going to ask the military region leaders why we're not getting any."

She had already found out that none of the people assigned to the Red House had as many positions or merits as Wang Minggui.

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