Chapter 1297 Truly, without rules, there can be no order.
Seeing that her husband's expression had softened somewhat, she pressed on, "Besides, you're not even in the same battalion."
She should have kept quiet about it, because the moment she did, Company Commander Sun's face changed instantly. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face: "You troublemaker, you're really going to get me killed!"
He suddenly remembered what the battalion commander had said on the training field yesterday. He heard that Battalion Commander Fu had made another meritorious contribution, and quite a significant one at that. It just so happened that the deputy regimental commander had injured his leg during a mission some time ago and had reportedly submitted a transfer application. The vacant position was something that all the battalion commanders were eyeing, and now Battalion Commander Fu had a greater chance of being promoted.
They weren't in the same battalion before, so he couldn't control him. But what if Battalion Commander Fu really was promoted to deputy regimental commander? How awkward would that be for him?
Mi Cuifang didn't know why her husband suddenly attacked her: "Are you crazy? The child is still here. What if you scare him?"
As she said this, the baby in her arms started crying, so she quickly picked him up and comforted him, saying, "Don't be scared by my petting, son, don't cry."
Seeing his son cry, Company Commander Sun could only suppress his anger and pray that Fu Yancheng would not be promoted. Even if Fu Yancheng didn't hold it against him, he was afraid he would still have wild thoughts.
With Fu Yancheng fanning her, Chu Xue slept soundly.
Perhaps because something was on my mind, I woke up quite early.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Fu Yancheng fanning her with his eyes closed, and she felt a pang of heartache.
You reached out and snatched the fan from his hand, but Fu Yancheng instantly became alert, gripping the fan tightly. After recognizing it as Chu Xue, he asked, "You're awake?"
Chu Xue gave a soft "hmm": "Are you stupid? If your arm isn't tired, why do you keep fanning yourself?"
Fu Yancheng stretched his arms and chuckled, "You can't sleep soundly once you stop, and fanning yourself is tiring."
Knowing his wife felt sorry for him, he said, "Honey, I'm often away on missions and can't be by your side, so naturally when I'm with you, I want to share the burden as much as possible."
Chu Xue didn't mind that he was hot at this moment, and snuggled closer to him, saying, "You're so nice."
Fu Yancheng was surprised by the unexpected joy: "You're my wife, it's only natural for me to treat you well."
The two cuddled in bed for a while, then Chu Xue checked the time and said, "Sleep a little longer, I'll wake you up later."
Fu Yancheng released the person: "Where are you going?"
As Chu Xue put on her shoes, she replied, "I was thinking of pickling some salted eggs. I dried the eggs this morning and prepared the brine. I'll go put the eggs in a porcelain jar now, pour in the brine, and they'll be ready to eat in about ten or fifteen days."
Hearing that she had work to do, Fu Yancheng couldn't possibly stay still.
He quickly put on his shoes and followed, saying, "You tell me what to do, I'll handle it."
Chu Xue knew that even if she told him to lie back down, he wouldn't listen, so she simply said it anyway.
He directed people to put the sun-dried eggs into a porcelain jar, then added the cooled brine, and finally covered it: "Just put it in a dark place over there."
Knowing that there would be many people on the bus, the two of them didn't linger at home. They thought it would be better to go there early so they could get on the bus in time and find a good seat.
Chu Xue asked Fu Yancheng to fill a basin with water for Zhui Feng and prepare some food before picking up the things she had prepared for her aunt, locking the door, and heading towards the bus stop outside the family compound.
When they arrived, there were already people queuing up.
The military shuttle bus stop does a good job in this regard; people waiting for the bus will line up consciously.
I heard it wasn't always like this. When the bus arrived, everyone would scramble to get on, and countless conflicts, even fights, broke out over who got a seat. Later, the military made it a rule that everyone had to queue for the bus, and anyone who broke the rules would have to clean the public toilets. It's true what they say, without rules, there can be no order.
(End of this chapter)
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