"Why are you here? I was just about to take Jiang Cha to the infirmary and have Doctor Wu take a look at her wound."
"Aunt"
Jiang Ma was looking at the two of them outside the door, and her eyes swept over Jiang Cha's eyes that had just been crying more than once.
"Zhan Ning, your dad wants to talk to you about something. He asked me to come and get you. Hurry up and go over. I'll go with Jiang Cha to change the medicine. What else are you worried about?"
After saying that, he pushed Brother Ning, took her hand, and walked into the house.
"Okay, you accompany her to change the dressing. I'll go see what the old man wants me for. I'll go directly to the infirmary to find you later."
He waved at them and walked away with big strides.
"If you have any grievances, take them out on me. We didn't agree with you being together. We have high hopes for this child, and the burden of the family rests on him.
It can be said that his entire life was planned by us long ago. From joining the army to raise pigs, to rising through the ranks to become a brigade commander at such a young age, every step was achieved through our hard work.
I had already chosen a girl for him who would be of great help to his future. Who knew there would be such a surprise this time? You are a very good girl.
I don't deny that, and I even like your personality, but that doesn't help him. Honestly, what can you bring to him by being with you? If you're not from the same class, don't force yourself to be together.
Since it's not suitable, let go as soon as possible. If you have any requests, we can do it for you because your mother saved Zhan Ning. Don't even think about the rest. Be careful of the things that don't belong to you.
Jiang Cha had never seen so many expressions on a person's face: indifference, excitement, anger, and charity.
"No need, Madam Jiang. I said that day that my mother saving Jiang Zhan Ning was just her duty, not a favor.
Please don't emphasize the gap between us here. I still firmly believe in what the Chairman said: resolutely eliminate all class enemies!
I wonder what social class your family belongs to? Landlords, rich peasants, counter-revolutionaries, bad elements, rightists, or perhaps the same people who are hunting me down? What era is this? The country has been established for so many years, yet how can some still talk about class so blatantly?
You don't have to use both kindness and force here. To be frank, I'm a lone man with a good family background in this era. As long as I want to, as long as I dare, there's nothing I can't do. It all depends on whether you're afraid or not."
Perhaps he hadn't expected her to say that, and a rare expression of displeasure appeared on his face. Even an emperor could be dethroned without a fight. Besides, Jiang Cha probably had a good idea of their family background.
If it really came down to it, it wasn't certain who would win. No wonder Jiang Zhan Ning had to marry a wife with a strong background. Nowadays, everyone is so cautious, afraid of being retaliated against. It depends on how one defines their family.
"You, don't talk nonsense, little girl! We have a clean background and started our lives with the revolution. If you dare to talk nonsense, I will report you to your company. It's really hard to say whether you can keep your job."
She was anxious. She accidentally saw a book that day, thanking her former boss for showing off at the pig farm and putting a pile of books in the bookcase in his office to show off.
She accidentally found a book about some of the Nationalist troops during the civil war. She just flipped through it at the time, and now it seems that she guessed it right.
"The September 18th Incident remains unresolved, and enemy artillery roars at Marco Polo Bridge. The treaty has been violated, the alliance broken, Beijing invaded, Shanghai and Nanjing seized. Alas, our officers and men fight with all their might, the scorching heat of the battle thwarts the enemy's advance. The mechanics of the navy, army, and air force, the mad slaves, have long been slumbering. Mountain warfare presents a different dynamic; seize the enemy's advantage and unleash my full potential. Hand-to-hand combat leads to the bitter end, and relentless pursuit ravages the enemy's foes."
"Isn't that where Jiang Zhanning got his name? 'Song of the White Blade,' right? Your family has been riding on the coattails of the famous Broadsword Team, and has reaped a lot of credit. But if we look closely, I'm afraid it doesn't have much to do with it, right?"
Jiang Cha was desperate. The overbearing CEO's mother came to her house and swung a check or bank card. She threatened and gave alms without any substance, revealing hypocrisy from the inside out. Saying she was just riding on the hype was bad luck for the Big Knife Team.
"How do you know? Did Zhan Ning tell you? If you dare to tell anyone, I won't forgive you. You are talking nonsense without any evidence."
Face changing, real people changing faces, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, making up a rainbow.
"My eldest niece is really smart. Let's go. I'll take you to remove the stitches. Some people use chicken feathers as a token of authority and have completely forgotten what life was like 20 years ago."
Uncle Dong grabbed her sleeve and walked out. No one paid any attention to the dumbfounded Jiang Ma.
"Look at what you're capable of. You even threatened her. If I hadn't said that, you would have been hurt. Even though she doesn't look like a good person, she's quite good with a big knife. It's really tough for you to go up against her, but it's okay! You're a talent to be able to scare her. Tell me, how did you find out?"
While walking downstairs, she told the old man about her discovery, but of course she couldn't mention the space or the pretentious boss.
"During the time I've been with Brother Ning, he's never been particular about his diet. His parents didn't do that on the train that day either, and they enjoyed the meat very much. You and he are fellow apprentices, and I haven't had many meals together, but I remember you had some taboos.
The author of "Hand-to-Hand Battle Song," Ma Lao, was a Muslim, and there were many Muslims at the time. If the family was truly related, there would definitely be some reservations, right? You gave me sausages and bacon, but you never eat them yourself. Isn't that the biggest proof of that?"
A slap landed directly on her back, causing Jiang Cha to stagger forward a few steps.
"No wonder Old Liu says you're smart. Your little brain is really quick. Okay, let's go find Old Wu to remove the stitches. I'll take care of the rest. Just take good care of yourself. You have to get better quickly, otherwise when you return to the capital, your Uncle Liu will come and get on with me."
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