The chief’s wife?
Ning He was stunned. She didn't expect that the woman was the leader's wife!
In the more than one month since Qianlin came to the compound, he has gradually understood the military rank levels in the army.
The chief is the biggest.
He pulled Ning He's hand, raised his head and whispered, "Mom, the commander is Dad's boss, do we still need to take our clothes over?"
Ning He looked at Qian Lin with questioning eyes, and nodded: "Of course, since I promised him, I must do it."
After learning that the woman was the leader's wife, Ning He did not back down, but became even more determined to sell the clothes to the leader's wife.
Seeing that Ning He refused to budge, the soldier's expression became even uglier.
But considering that Ning He was a military dependent, the soldiers didn't dare to do anything to her.
He just said to Ning He in a cold tone: "I will not let you in. If you want to find the chief's wife, then stand at the door and wait!"
Ning He raised the corners of her lips, curved her eyebrows, and smiled sweetly: "Okay, thank you for your accommodation, comrade soldier."
The soldier withdrew his gaze expressionlessly. He glanced at the mother and son sitting under the shade of the tree and thought that they wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer in this hot weather.
It is a hot summer day, and now is the afternoon of midsummer. Even if you hide under the shade of a tree, the stuffy atmosphere still spreads to Ninghe.
She looked at Qianlin beside her. His little face was flushed red, his hair was sticking to his face with sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks from time to time.
Ning He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat off Qian Lin's face.
She couldn't bear it, and said as she wiped her sweat, "It's easy to catch a cold if you sweat all over. Let's go back."
Qianlin shook his head. He didn't want to go back like this: "No, I can't go back until that auntie comes out!"
If they go back, wouldn’t their trip be in vain?
Ning He smiled and said to Qian Lin softly, "It's okay. We had an appointment for tomorrow. I was bored today so I came here to try my luck. Since I didn't meet her, I'll come again tomorrow. I'll definitely see her tomorrow."
Qianlin wanted to say something, but Ninghe wiped the sweat off Qianlin's face, picked up the bag of clothes and stood up.
A voice called out from not far away: "Selling red bean popsicles and cream popsicles. They are cool, sweet and refreshing. Anyone want to buy any?"
Popsicle? Ning He looked up when he heard it.
Not far away, there was a man on a bicycle, riding towards us unsteadily.
There is an iron bucket on the back of the bicycle, with the words "Cream Popsicles" and "Red Bean Popsicles" written in large letters on it.
Ning He's eyes lit up, and she quickly asked Qian Lin: "Lin Bao, do you want some popsicles?"
Qianlin was stunned. He had never eaten a popsicle and didn't know what it was.
Seeing the confused look in Qianlin's eyes, Ning He stopped asking him.
She waved her hand toward the man selling popsicles: "Boss, here! We want to buy some popsicles!"
The soldier on guard saw that Ning He did not leave, but instead bought popsicles, and his brows furrowed wider and wider.
Wouldn’t it be nice to just go home and drink some boiled water? Waste this money on popsicles? Isn’t it hard for her man to make money?
Ning He was so focused on the popsicle that he didn't notice the soldier's dissatisfied expression at all.
Ning He had never even had a single bite of popsicles, something that was very common in later generations.
When Ning He heard that someone was selling popsicles, his appetite was immediately aroused.
What’s more, it was a popsicle from the 1980s, and she wanted to try what it tasted like.
Soon, the popsicle seller stopped in front of Ning He on his bicycle and asked Ning He with a smile: "I have red bean popsicles and cream popsicles. Which one do you want?"
"How much is the adzuki bean one? How much is the cream one?"
"Three points of adzuki beans and five points of cream," the man replied.
The man looked at Qianlin's sweaty face and laughed happily: "You are sweating all over, what a coincidence! A popsicle is just right to cool down!"
It was indeed too hot that day. Ning He glanced at the soldier standing guard not far away. He was still wearing a neat and tight military uniform. He really didn't know how he managed to survive the day.
Ning He retracted his gaze and looked behind the bicycle, only to find that there were two buckets hanging on the bicycle, one bucket was for selling popsicles, and the other bucket had no writing on it.
She asked the man, "What else do you sell besides popsicles?"
The man smiled and replied, "We also have herbal tea. Herbal tea is cheap, only one cent a cup."
After the man finished speaking, he opened the bucket of herbal tea and showed it to Ning He, then took out an enamel cup from the bag next to the bucket.
"Boss, I want two cream popsicles and a cup of herbal tea. Can you give me a discount?" Ning He asked with a smile.
Although these things together are not expensive, it won't save you a thing by asking.
The man was also very casual. After hearing what Ning He said, he also laughed: "I have never seen anyone bargaining for popsicles. Okay, okay, then I'll charge 10 cents and give you a cup of herbal tea for free."
Ning He curled his lips, bargaining was successful!
She took out a dime from her pocket and handed it to the man: "Boss, please give the herbal tea to the comrade on guard. Tell him you're treating him to a free drink."
The boss glanced at the soldier standing in the sun opposite him and immediately understood. He looked at Ning He with deep admiration.
"Hey! You are such a kind lesbian!"
The boss first gave Ning He two cream popsicles, then scooped a cup of herbal tea into an enamel cup, walked up to the soldier and handed it to him.
The soldier refused to take it at first and refused two or three times. Finally, the boss said something to him. The soldier looked at Ning He and finally couldn't help but took the enamel cup.
Ning He saw the soldier raise his head and drink a cup of cold tea, then he smiled and handed the cream popsicle in his hand to Qian Lin.
"Linbao, come and try it."
Qianlin took it, stuck out his tongue and licked it gently, and his whole body couldn't help but shiver.
This action made Ning He laugh: "Is it delicious?"
Qianlin licked the tip of his tongue. Apart from the initial chilliness, he also tasted the sweetness of cream.
Qianlin nodded heavily: "Delicious!"
Ning He touched Qian Lin's head and said, "Eat the popsicle quickly, or it will melt easily."
The mother and son were sitting under the shade of a tree leisurely eating popsicles, when the boss was about to walk back with the enamel cup.
A young woman trotted over from the courtyard and shouted to the boss, "Boss, don't leave. I want to buy some popsicles!"
Ning He looked in the direction of the voice and saw someone coming out of Room No. 1 of the Military District Compound!
But it wasn't that woman.
Ning He didn't stand up, but watched silently.
The soldier saluted the young woman and said, "Hello, Comrade Zhou Yao, would you like to buy some popsicles?"
The woman named Zhou Yao nodded with a smile: "Xiao Yu wants to eat popsicles, I will come out to buy him some."
The soldier may have thought of something, he looked across at the mother and son who were sitting under the shade of a tree eating popsicles.
He quickly withdrew his gaze and asked Zhou Yao in a low voice: "Comrade Zhou Yao, is the chief's wife back?"
The soldier had just taken up his post and really didn't know whether the chief's wife had returned.
However, when Zhou Yao heard the mention of the chief's wife, the smile on her face froze.
She smiled and replied, "Madam has something to do at school today, so she won't be back so soon."
Having said that, Zhou Yao didn't say any more to the soldier and followed the boss to the popsicle bicycle.
Zhou Yao took out five cents and handed it to the boss: "Boss, give me a cream popsicle!"
"Okay!" The boss quickly handed Zhou Yao a cream popsicle.
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