Even if the letter arrives, I'll secretly tear it up for you.
His partner thought to himself.
“I’m waiting for your sister-in-law’s letter,” Zhang Jizhou said expressionlessly, his face as black as charcoal.
“Waiting for my sister-in-law’s letter won’t work either, we can’t…” His partner paused for a couple of seconds, then looked at Zhang Jizhou and laughed, “Wow, Lao Zhang, when did you become so romantic?”
Zhang Jizhou had just gotten married when he was urgently recalled to his unit due to a mission.
As the instructor of the elite squad, as a professional in ideological and political work, and as Zhang Jizhou's partner.
At that time, he had taught Zhang Jizhou to write letters to his sister-in-law frequently.
Sending telegrams is charged by the denomination, which is not cost-effective.
Making phone calls is charged by the cent, which is even less cost-effective.
Although writing letters back and forth takes time, it is the most economical and effective way to maintain relationships.
But Zhang Jizhou never wrote a single letter.
Actually, it's not Zhang Jizhou's fault. Who else could he write to?
Zhang Laowu and Huang Hongmei only ever focused on his allowance. To put it bluntly, if he were to die in the line of duty, the first thing they would ask him would definitely be about his pension.
It's not about how Zhang Jizhou died, or how tragically he died.
Even if Zhang Jizhou wrote letters to people like that...
They definitely won't watch it;
Fang Yanyan was not very literate, and she had even told people not to write to her because she couldn't understand them.
So at that time, even if his partner talked until his lips were sore, Zhang Jizhou still didn't know who to write to.
"Now you still want to persuade me not to wait for that letter?" Zhang Jizhou was too lazy to pay attention to his teasing and retorted in return.
His partner quickly apologized, "I was just afraid you'd make a mistake if you got angry. Since it's your sister-in-law's letter, we have to wait."
“Your temper…” Zhang Jizhou glanced at his partner, “If it’s not a big problem, then it is.”
His partner is unmarried and currently has no issues with his lifestyle, meaning he's still a virgin.
His partner realized what was happening and punched him twice on the shoulder. "Who said I don't have a temper?"
"Alright, I don't need to discuss this with you. Whether I'm angry or not, you can't help me cool down anyway."
Zhang Jizhou: ...
If the members of the elite squad were to witness firsthand that their usually serious leaders were discussing such sexually suggestive topics in private, they would be utterly astonished.
"I was just about to go to the communications room to make a call. I'll tell them for you that they'll notify you as soon as they receive any news about you."
Seeing Zhang Jizhou's face darken, his partner laughed and walked out.
Thanks to his partner's "propaganda," the fact that Zhang Jizhou was waiting for his wife's reply like a lovestruck young man finally spread throughout the entire brigade.
Now, when people see Zhang Jizhou on the street, they no longer ask him "Have you eaten?" or "Where are you going?", but rather, "Have you received your wife's letter?"
Although everyone's concern and enthusiasm continued, for some reason, Fang Yan's reply was delayed.
Actually, Fang Yan didn't intentionally not reply to the letter.
Instead, when it arrived, it was right before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and business was booming.
In addition, with Zhang Laowu and Fang Yaojin causing trouble, she was so busy that she completely forgot about replying to the letter.
Back in Gouzi Village, after reading the letter, Fang Yan clicked her tongue twice and said, "Tsk, this straight man is really in a difficult position."
A person who hasn't written a letter in a thousand years still knows to take the initiative to write back.
Because of his self-awareness, Fang Yan started to plan to use her spare time to think carefully about how to reply.
However, the Mid-Autumn Festival is only three days away.
This is a big festival! Every household is busy making cakes and rice cakes, and worshipping gods and ancestors.
Making cakes and kueh is a huge undertaking, and Fang Yan was already busy enough with her business, so she didn't plan to do these things.
However, she was well-liked in the village.
"Third brother's wife, are you home?" Aunt Wang called out loudly before she even entered the house. "I brought you some cakes and rice cakes. You can use them to worship the gods during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so you don't have to make them yourself."
Yes, today Aunt Wang brings over a few pieces, tomorrow Aunt Li brings over a few more. Fang Yan, who doesn't make cakes, actually has a lot of cakes at home.
Gaoguo is a local specialty snack that is only made during the Mid-Autumn Festival. These are all made of glutinous rice flour.
In an era when white rice and refined flour were still in short supply, these cakes and pastries were considered very valuable festive gifts.
Fang Yan also carefully bought fresh fruit and sent several bundles of her own braised pig's head and pig intestines as return gifts to the families who had given her cakes.
Reciprocity is the essence of good manners.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, Fang Yan remained constantly on edge, keeping a close eye on Zhang Laowu's situation.
Fang Yan always felt that the five old women who wanted to order meat but were ultimately unable to do so because their true colors were exposed were related to Zhang Laowu.
In addition, her several "chance encounters" with Zhang Laowu in the past few days have made her subconsciously feel that Zhang Laowu would probably make some moves this Mid-Autumn Festival.
So the closer it got to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the more tense she became.
However, according to Aunt De, Zhang Laowu has been unusually well-behaved these past two days. Apart from checking on his small plot of land in the fields every morning and evening when the sun is not too strong, he has not been seen going out at other times.
Of course, Aunt De had specifically asked the villagers who lived near Zhang Laowu for this information.
The calmer he appeared, the more tense Fang Yan became, not daring to relax even for a moment.
"Mom, my brother gave me a windmill!" Little Yuzi, covered in sweat, rushed in from outside and proudly showed Fang Yan the windmill in his hand.
I don't know when it started, but the children in the village began to play with these little windmills made of cardboard.
Take a slightly stiff piece of paper, shape it into a windmill shape, then carve bamboo into a shape suitable for the windmill to rotate. Stack the windmill blades one by one into the center of the bamboo, and finally secure it with a small bead.
Although the process of making a windmill is simple, not every child knows how to do it.
For example, Little Fish once made a windmill himself.
However, because he didn't know how to choose paper and picked bamboo that other older boys didn't want, the windmill he made couldn't turn at all.
The little fish really wants its own windmill.
Today, the boy next door finally got one, and he was overjoyed. "Mom, I want to go outside and make the windmill spin!"
"Okay, don't run too far. You can only run as far as Grandma Liu's house ahead, then you have to turn back, understand?" Fang Yan instructed.
"Okay!" Little Fish said happily, holding up the windmill as he ran out.
Fang Yan thought that since it was broad daylight and she was at her doorstep, nothing should happen.
However, just to be on the safe side, she still let Qibei go out with her.
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