Su Xiu and Ji Xinbao were transferred from Anshi to Dongxian and were stopped on the road by patrol guards.

She said she was a family member of a military dependent, and after verifying her identity, she asked Ji Xiaorou to come and pick her up in person.

The pension from the army has been approved, but Ji Xiaorou has not signed to receive it.

Ji Xiaorou kept in the dark about the high pension plan chosen by Yan Xiaoniang, which, according to the rank of Vice Colonel Yan Chong, amounted to 672.37 yuan.

From then on, the family could go to the Social Security Bureau to receive a subsidy every month until the two children reached adulthood.

"Xiao Rou, why have you lost so much weight? Are you feeling well? How is the baby in your belly?" As soon as Su Xiu arrived, she saw that her daughter looked tired, and looked much more haggard than the last time.

"It's OK."

When Ji Xiaorou saw her mother and brother coming over, she was in the best spirits in recent days. She had just passed away and her family was not clean. It was all thanks to her amazing perseverance that she was able to keep the baby in her belly.

Su Xiu is also an old-timer. When Yu Jing was still here, she hooked up with Ji Jianguo. After the former left, she quickly rose to the top, which shows how capable she is.

"What kind of person is your mother-in-law? You wrote too vaguely in the letter. Tell me in detail."

The mother and daughter communicated secretly, and returned home from the county all the way, and happened to meet Ji Wanqing who was going to work in the military factory on the road.

When Su Xiu saw the person, she felt that he looked familiar. Ji Xiaorou beside her subconsciously straightened up and her whole body stiffened.

Ji Wanqing was thinking about the tasks for this afternoon and didn't pay any attention to the passers-by. He walked past the three people without even stopping.

"What's the matter?" Su Xiu was surprised.

Ji Xiaorou said in a dry voice, "She is Ji Wanqing."

"what!!"

Ji Xiaorou, who was focusing on the three acres of land in front of her, felt that she was completely defeated compared to Ji Wanqing.

Even when she occasionally saw the door next door, she couldn't help but curse, wishing Deputy Captain Jiang to die.

And he must not die on the battlefield, he must die miserably, so that Ji Wanqing can also experience the tragedy of losing a child on wedding day.

"She, she..." Su Xiu stammered, the fear of being dominated by Ji Wanqing for more than a month spreading in her heart, "She didn't make things difficult for you, did she?"

Ji Xiaorou shook her head, obviously not wanting to talk about it any more. "It's a private courtyard, she can't embarrass me. Besides, I'm the widow of a martyr, if she embarrasses me, isn't she courting death?"

Su Xiu relaxed a little.

Yes, even though the son-in-law died in battle, her status as a widow is like a royal sword, and with the posthumous child in her belly, who would dare to touch her?

night.

While eating, Jiang Che said to Ji Wanqing: "Lao Qian's wife is coming to accompany the army today. Although I don't like their wives, they are comrades-in-arms for many years. We should be as friendly as possible. How about this, it happens to be the weekend tomorrow, let's go to the second floor of the regiment cafeteria to eat some stir-fried dishes."

There is a lot of fish and meat during the Chinese New Year, but Ji Wanqing thinks it is not tasty enough, so after returning to Ontario, she cooked a lot of it herself. The past half month or so has been a time when she has been eating a lot.

"Don't worry, I came to greet you at noon today. I know I can cook, but I still invited people out to eat. How embarrassing."

"Then I'll help you tomorrow."

With too much fat in his stomach, Ji Wanqing decided to eat coarse food tomorrow to improve his life. "No need, I can just make something simple."

Dumpling soup, corn dumplings, peanuts, crispy pickled radishes, and a steamed egg with pickled mustard greens and lard.

After experiencing the world, Ji Wanqing is definitely a pragmatist. Those who don't want to get involved should never take advantage of her.

In fact, this configuration is definitely not bad in this era. Many people are still eating black and coarse flour, sweet potatoes and potatoes. Dumpling soup and corn dumplings are all made of fine white flour, which is more expensive than refined rice.

But compared to the standard of meals that my wife and I eat together, it is definitely inferior.

When Jiang Che welcomed the guests in and saw the lunch on the table, he felt a little surprised, but he did not show it. Instead, he said, "This is not like Beijing. You can have whatever you want."

This is the good thing about Jiang Che. In front of outsiders, he always protects his wife first and respects Ji Wanqing's decision. Even if he feels strange or surprised, he will not show the slightest disharmony in front of outsiders.

Qian 꺶 was born in a peasant family. After being transferred to Beijing, he never had such simple meals again, and he actually missed them a bit.

"Hey, we all eat this way. There's bacon in the buns. It smells really good."

But Feng Yun looked particularly unhappy when she saw the almost shabby lunch.

Isn't this Ji too petty? She has never seen such a stingy person before! He can't even serve a decent meat dish when inviting people to dinner!

The most important thing is, her family had just eaten meat yesterday, so how could this not be looking down on her?

But Qian Xiaobao couldn't control himself anymore and climbed onto the bench to grab a corn dumpling.

Ji Wanqing made it casually, and it tasted better than ordinary dumpling soup and corn dumplings. In addition, this was a coarse grain cooking method that was improved in later generations, so the texture and flavor were naturally more advanced.

No matter who else was around, she was enjoying her meal.

"Sister-in-law, you have such good skin. What do you use to clean your face? It must cost a lot of money, right?"

Feng Yun was unhappy, so she secretly tried to sow discord between Jiang Che and his wife.

Which man could bear to see his wife snatching money from the table when treating guests to a meal and spending all the money on herself?

This trick has always worked for her.

Ji Wanqing drank the warm pimple soup and followed Feng Yun's words to start fooling around, "You know Ya Shuang, right? The imported product costs three or four hundred yuan a set, and the effect is also top-notch. Look at my skin, isn't it white and rosy, as tender as egg white?"

How can you brag about yourself like that?

Feng Yun looked over angrily and found that what Ji Wanqing said was actually true!

So white and tender, even the pores are invisible!

"So, we women have to be nicer to ourselves. Money can't be earned anymore, but lost youth will never come back!"

Ji Wanqing continued to deceive, "And you must start skin care as early as possible. You can't wait until wrinkles and spots appear on your face before you start skin care. No matter how well you take care of your skin, it will only reduce the appearance, and there is no way to restore it! Don't you agree?"

After hearing these words, Feng Yun inexplicably felt that what she said made sense!

Looking at Ji Wanqing's tender little face, he secretly memorized the name "Yashuang" in his heart.

snort.

Ji Wanqing looked away without saying a word.

You little brat, you dare to show off your skills in front of Guan Gong, how can you not be fooled?

After dinner, it was weekdays again.

The small group of military wives in Lane 2 welcomed the new military wives and held a tea party at Aunt Yulan's house, aiming to get to know each other and promote harmonious neighborhood relations.

After careful counting, three new buildings were added in the past six months, and there is only one vacant building left in Lane 2.

Feng Yun came from a well-off family and had always been arrogant since she was a child, so she naturally looked down on these country women.

But her rejection is different from Ye Yaman's.

Ye Yaman didn't like Aunt Cui'e's unhygienic living habits, and didn't like them saying that they were aloof and pretentious.

Feng Yun was simply condescending to you, as if she was condescending to you by speaking to you.