The person who criticized her was none other than Old Lady Xiang.
She didn't dare say these things in front of Jiang Si, but after the person had gone far away...
The old lady pursed her lips and spat a big mouthful of pui at her back.
"Ha! It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering."
Perhaps because the sarcastic expression on her face was too obvious, Sister Lin, who lived in the same building as them, frowned and said a few words of advice.
"Auntie, please say less."
Grandma Xiang immediately became displeased, "No, why are you telling me to shut up?"
"..." Sister Lin's expression froze.
When did she tell her to shut up?
"Auntie, I didn't tell you to shut up."
Aunt Xiang just snorted coldly at this, thinking that saying less was just telling her to shut up.
The way city people talk is really interesting.
Why can't you just say what you mean directly? Why do you have to beat around the bush like this?
Having her good intentions misunderstood, Sister Lin's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
He said frankly, "Auntie, what I mean is that neither of my two sisters-in-law said anything. Isn't it inappropriate for you to talk about them like this behind their backs?"
"I didn't say anything wrong, so what's wrong with saying it?"
He said to the old lady, "The two of them, one is the wife of the regimental commander, and the other is the wife of the deputy regimental commander."
"Her husband's monthly salary is equivalent to several months' salary for other people, so naturally she doesn't care about these things."
"Besides, they all live in small two-story buildings, so it's hard to say whether they've been flooded."
"Unlike us, we're all crammed into tenement buildings."
Living in a tenement building is bad enough, but to make matters worse, their family lives on the first floor.
Moreover, Building No. 3 is located at the lowest point in the entire residential compound.
The thought of this made Grandma Xiang feel even more uneasy.
"I bought my sewing machine less than six months ago, and now that it's been soaked in water, how am I supposed to use it?"
Fang's wife didn't want to talk anymore at this point.
The one who struck up the conversation was the one who had the best relationship with Li Mei.
"Auntie, it's okay that the sewing machine is flooded. The army will help repair it."
After the woman finished speaking, she added, "The military will cover all the costs of repairing the house. At most, it will be a little more troublesome to clean up the house."
"Can those be the same?"
The old woman said in a sharp tone, "This sewing machine was supposed to last ten years, but after being soaked like this, it can only last seven years at most. Who am I supposed to ask for compensation for the loss of these three years?"
Upon hearing this, the woman who had spoken up was speechless.
have to!
She shouldn't have said that.
So he took the child and went to find Li Mei, only to find that the old lady was still complaining.
She said, "Li Mei, you should try to persuade your mother-in-law to say less."
He's only been in the family compound for a short time, and he's already squandered all the goodwill that Deputy Battalion Commander had built up over many years.
As she said this, the woman couldn't help but mutter to herself.
This deputy battalion commander really had a lot of bad luck.
He had finally managed to climb out of the village and made it to the position of deputy battalion commander; his future seemed bright.
As a result, she ended up with a clueless mother and gave birth to a deaf-mute child.
How are we going to live from now on?
"That's just her personality, what can I do?"
As she spoke, Li Mei glanced at the old woman without leaving a trace.
In the past, she would have patiently and earnestly tried to persuade her.
But ever since she had a falling out with that old hag yesterday, Li Mei has come to understand the saying that two tigers cannot share one mountain.
Therefore, it's impossible to persuade them.
Not only did she not try to dissuade him, she also took this opportunity to fan the flames.
The more this old hag makes a scene, the less she can save face.
Only then will her man make the decision to send her away.
Thinking this, Li Mei asked her sister-in-law, who was standing next to her, in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.
"I heard that the government might provide subsidies for major natural disasters like this?"
"Yes." The woman nodded.
Li Mei then asked, "Sister-in-law, do you know how much can be supplemented?"
"I'm not sure about that, but I heard that it's calculated based on the severity of the disaster; the more severe the disaster, the more compensation should be provided."
After the woman finished speaking, she glanced at the child in Li Mei's arms.
“You have many children in your family, and Xiao Bao is in this situation, so the military will probably handle it accordingly. You don’t need to worry.”
Li Mei glanced subtly in the direction of the dead old woman.
Noticing that she seemed lost in thought, he smiled and said, "Then I'll take your good wishes."
Just then, the sound of food being served interrupted everyone's thoughts.
According to the military's disaster relief and epidemic prevention regulations, everyone must eat the military's communal meals for the next few days until the floodwaters recede.
Although it's called a meal, we actually only eat three bowls of porridge and one soup every day.
For breakfast, I had cassava and brown rice porridge.
Lunch was amaranth and bitter gourd porridge.
In the evening, they have fish bone porridge.
It's not exactly delicious; I eat this mainly to replenish electrolytes and fight malaria.
In addition, everyone had to drink a large bowl of soup every day made with ginger, coarse salt, and plantain to ward off the cold and prevent the spread of the epidemic.
Its main functions are to promote sweating and prevent cholera.
The soup was barely palatable, but for the next two days, Jiang Si would spit out three mouthfuls of garlic rice soup after just one sip.
There's no way around it, I have to drink it.
It is said to prevent corpse poison.
The troops not only went to great lengths to ensure the food was adequate, but also to prevent the soldiers from developing post-disaster psychological distress.
The troops also adopted a three-sound therapy.
In the morning, the bugle sounds, and the daily routine resumes.
Before lunch, we organized everyone to sing revolutionary songs, one after another.
In the evening, they play recordings of insect chirping.
This is something everyone can see, but it's something that's hidden from view.
The soldiers of the Fourth Division were divided into four groups.
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