The afternoon sun shone on Gong Changzheng's body, but he still felt cold all over. He knew that he had grown up under the care of his grandparents and was not favored by his parents.
After his grandparents passed away, Gong Changzheng returned to live in his parents' house. He had never received love from his parents, and even his wife was chosen by his grandparents before they died.
In order to prevent his wife from being bullied at home, Gong Changzheng would rather get married at the age of 24 so that his wife could join the army. His parents wanted to accompany him to the army, but Gong Changzheng refused.
The situation was not good in the past two years, and Gong Changzheng had to take his parents to live with him under the pressure of the village chief and clan elders.
"Minister Lu, Political Commissar Lin, please come to my house!" Gong Changzheng told the two leaders about the troubles at home. "I don't ask for a good reputation, I just ask my parents to stop holding me back."
Lin Zitao nodded and said, "I'll go back and call your sister-in-law, Lao Lu. You go call Teacher Su. The two of them will stay with Sister Gong first."
Lu Shiyi picked up the Lei Feng cap, put on his military coat and went out to look for someone.
Lin Zitao reached out and patted Gong Changzheng on the shoulder: "Have you thought it through? Are you ready to split up?"
"Political Commissar, if we don't split up, my family really won't be able to survive. I served under you in the army, and you know our situation. My wife and son are almost out of a job." Gong Changzheng hadn't been home for years, but he learned from his childhood friend that his parents had used the allowance he sent back to build a house for his younger brother. "My second son doesn't even work in the fields anymore, he just lives on my allowance."
In the countryside, 20 yuan can make you live comfortably. After Mr. and Mrs. Gong came to the farm, they mailed a lot of packages every time. Even the military mail deliveryman asked Gong Changzheng if he didn't plan to live that way.
"Okay, I'll take care of it for you this time. Call your parents to book the tickets first." Lin Zitao's family also needed money. Under Lin Zitao's cold attitude, he gradually stopped bothering his family.
"Political Commissar, how do you handle family affairs?" Gong Changzheng knew the affairs of Political Commissar Lin's family. Sister Yunfeng's happy life had a lot to do with Political Commissar Lin's attitude.
"We owe our daughter-in-law too much. If you don't manage the family well, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will crush you." Lin Zitao muttered.
While the two of them booked tickets to go to the Lin family, Lu Shiyi went to the outpatient clinic and asked Su Jin to come out and deal with things together.
"Ayi, is there something wrong?" Su Jin asked hurriedly when she saw Lu Shiyi coming in.
Wang Boya squatted aside and continued to boil the medicine, listening to Lu Shiyi's words with his ears perked up.
"Yes, Gong Changzheng wants to split the family." Lu Shiyi told him about Gong Changzheng.
Su Jin looked at Lu Shiyi in surprise: "Mrs. Gong just came to buy ointment. I saw that she looked not well. At that time in the family compound, she was much better than that Mrs. Gong."
"Teacher Su, please go over and take a look. Aunt Gong is not a good person. She likes to make a scene. Old Man Gong is the one who is behind the scenes!" Wang Boya had come into contact with the two old people and knew their character well.
Su Jin picked up her coat from the side, put it on, and followed Lu Shiyi out.
He walked on the farm holding Su Jin's little hand. When they passed by the homes of several sisters-in-law who were buying plasters, he found that these families were arguing.
"Because of the plaster, I guess several families will have to split up!" Su Jin complained, "It's sunny these past two days. If we arrange for these idlers to leave, the farm will be safer!"
"I'll ask you to take the medicine box and prick the old lady with silver needles later." Lu Shiyi said, carrying the medicine box on his back, "Wife, I'm going to trouble you again this time."
Su Jin shook her head: "Ayi, I'm glad I could help you."
The two families met at the farm. Lu Shiyi and Lin Zitao walked side by side in front, followed closely by Su Jin and Yun Feng.
"Mrs. Gong is a bit of a scoundrel, much like the other unreasonable old ladies in the family compound." Yun Feng reminded Su Jin to be careful. "She's so unreasonable and annoying, and she's said to be partial to her youngest son."
Lu Shiyi and Lin Zitao were also discussing the issuance of a certificate. The family members were dividing the property, which Lin Zitao had written before.
When the group entered the Gong family, Su Jin found that Old Man Gong looked like an honest farmer, but his eyes were full of calculations, and Aunt Gong's triangular eyes showed her cunningness.
"Bu Li and Political Commissar Lin, these two are my father and mother." Gong Changzheng smiled bitterly, told them what was happening at home, and knocked on the door to let his wife out.
Mrs. Gong held a stack of remittance slips in her hand, which contained the allowance that Gong Changzheng had mailed home every month since he joined the army.
After that, Lin Zitao found out that for nearly four years, the monthly mailing fee was 20 yuan. Lu Shiyi and Lin Zitao looked at each other and then gave Gong Changzheng an admiring look.
"Old Man Gong, the average annual income in Gongjia Village is 30 yuan. Gong Changzheng has been in the army for 16 years, from the age of 18 to 34. He has mailed 20 yuan every month since 10 years ago." Lin Zitao flipped through the records. "For the first three years, it was 5 yuan per month, and for the next three years, it was 10 yuan per month, for a total of 2,940 yuan."
Gong Lao's eyes flickered slightly: "Commander, the past 10 years have been spent saving money for Dalang's wedding."
"Dad, you didn't contribute a penny to my marriage. My wife was chosen by grandpa and grandma, and the betrothal gift was the amount of money they paid. I bought my wife's betrothal gift with 300 yuan from my comrades." Gong Changzheng looked at his parents with cold eyes. "My second son has a brick house in Gongjia Village. The betrothal gift was 660 yuan. Moreover, I bought three roubles and a bell for my younger brother's wife."
Su Jin and Yun Feng stood on Mrs. Gong's left and right. Mrs. Gong had a wry smile on her face. She followed Gong Changzheng back home to visit relatives, and her sister-in-law often made fun of her for this.
"My sister-in-law mentioned it. My husband, Mr. Gong, is destined to be a farmhand. I will become a widow someday, and then I will take my children with me to continue working as a farmhand for the family." Mrs. Gong couldn't bear it any longer. If Gong Changzheng wanted to break up with the two elders, she didn't have to endure it anymore.
"Sister-in-law Gong, are you telling the truth?!" Yunfeng stared at Sister-in-law Gong in surprise.
Mrs. Gong nodded. "A few years ago, when I went back, the kids at home bullied Dazhu. My sister-in-law told me about it herself. She even complained to my mother-in-law, who took away Dazhu's new clothes and shoes, and most of the food he had brought."
Political Commissar Lin listened to the complaints of Gong Changzheng and his wife. Father Gong was frightened by Lu Shiyi's eyes and dared not speak. Aunt Gong wanted to make a scene, but Gong Changzheng did not give his mother any room to do so.
"Your request!" Lu Shiyi didn't want to waste time. "I'll have the accountant transcribe it and send it to the local police station in Gongjia Village."
Father Gong's eyes stopped Aunt Gong from speaking: "Commander, this is absolutely not allowed. If we report this to the police, our family will lose face."
"Dad, I want to split up the family business. I'll give you 20 yuan a month as a pension, and you can just pretend that I'm not your son." Gong Changzheng would never go home again. After Lu Shiyi returned to the imperial capital, he would also be transferred to the Divine Sword Group.
"No, you stupid boy, your mother and I raised you, why don't you take care of us in our old age!" Old Man Gong slapped his thigh.
"It's not that I don't want to support you in your old age, it's that I can't afford it. In addition to providing for you in your old age, I also have to support my brother's family." Gong Changzheng's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at Lin Zitao with resentment, "Political Commissar, if this doesn't work, then let's sever our ties."
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