In the past, when she was not calm, Song Shuqian liked to play the piano, paint, and do calligraphy.
Nowadays, these are feudal dregs and should not be touched.
Song Shuxi began to tidy up the gourd space, putting things in it, but she didn't know what she had put in.
Seeing this, even Song Shuqian, who had seen a lot of the world, was stunned. It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as rich enough to rival a country (the country of the Dayong Dynasty).
Even if most of the accumulation of several generations of the Song family was donated, the remaining wealth would be beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The same thing happened with the things she brought from Dayong Dynasty. At that time, she emptied the warehouse of the General's Mansion.
Song Shuqian made up her mind that from today on, she would pretend that these things didn't exist.
She put a seal on every box as a reminder to herself.
Song Shuxi is extremely grateful to her deceased grandmother and mother.
They completed the public-private partnership early and always supported the revolution. In those years, there was no medicine on the battlefield, and the penicillin sent by the Song family saved many lives.
As long as there are a few people who remember the kindness she has received, she will be safe.
Just as she was thinking about it, the little black dog she picked up yesterday ran over and circled around her feet.
"I was so busy that I forgot about you," Song Shuxi picked up the dog and touched its bulging belly.
The puppy liked the smell of Song Shuxi very much. It found a comfortable position in her arms and fell asleep.
Song Shuqian was petting the dog while tidying up the books. When she saw the bookshelves full of books, she knew what she should do.
Even if she has memories of what the original owner learned, they are still the original owner's and superficial.
If you want to master it and make it your own, you have to learn it again.
Fortunately, she had been drinking spiritual liquid all the time, and her memory was very good. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she had a photographic memory.
After locking the courtyard door, Song Shuxi studied seriously.
When I get tired of studying, I stand up and play with the little black dog for a while, and then continue studying.
Wei Jianguo came back at noon and was relieved to see that his wife had arranged his life in order.
He knew that his wife was different from the other military wives in the compound, and he was worried that she wouldn't be able to make friends here and would be lonely.
Wei Jianguo did not understand these things before. As his position gradually rose, he began to come into contact with different people and slowly realized the gap between rural soldiers and urban soldiers, and the difference between educated soldiers and uneducated soldiers.
Wei Jianguo couldn't tell the difference, but he could feel it.
Wei Jianguo was willing to go on a blind date with Song Shuxi for a very hidden reason: he hoped to marry a cultured wife so that his children could receive a good education from an early age. He didn't tell anyone about this idea, as he always felt that thinking this way was not upright enough.
"Wife, it's time to eat"
Today's lunch was brought back from the cafeteria, cabbage stewed with large slices of meat.
Song Shuqian picked out the fat for Jianguo and ate the lean meat herself. The couple, one ate roughly while the other ate delicately. One chewed slowly in small bites while the other ate in big mouthfuls, devouring everything in sight.
Fate brought them together and made them lovers who would accompany each other for life.
A little black dog broke in, breaking the beauty.
Wei Jianguo looked at this little thing and thought it would be nice to have it accompany his wife. "Wife, what's the name of this little thing?"
Song Shuxi looked at Wei Jianguo with her innocent big eyes, "I forgot to name it. I always felt that something happened this morning, and it turned out to be this one."
Looking at the little black dog, Song Shuxi said, "Let's call him Moying." Mo is its color, black, and Ying is my expectation for it, fast, agile and mysterious as lightning.
Wei Jianguo looked at the little black dog and suddenly felt a little jealous. Mo Ying's voice was really nice, much nicer than Jianguo's.
Wei Jianguo didn't say anything, just looked at Song Shuqian aggrievedly.
Song Shuqian didn't understand what he meant, "What's wrong? Is it not nice to listen to?"
"It's so nice, better than my Jianguo. Wife, my name is the ugliest in our family."
Song Shuqian didn't expect Wei Jianguo to have this side of her. A big man over 1.80 meters tall looked at you aggrievedly, and her heart softened for no reason.
In order to please Miss Song, he agreed to many unequal treaties, such as making him a pair of shoes and some embroidered underwear.
It is said that a macho man acting like a spoiled brat is the most deadly.
Wei Jianguo also figured out this trick slowly during their interactions.
Xiucai once said that a man should not have any shame in front of his wife, and being sticky and affectionate is helpful to the relationship between husband and wife.
Thinking of something, Wei Jianguo quickly took out his own small treasury, "Wife, I'm sorry, I forgot to give you this. This is all my salary over the years. When I left home, my father severed ties with me, and invited the village elders to witness it, so I saved all my salary by myself.
It's all here.
Over the years, when my comrades-in-arms got into trouble, I sponsored several children.
In addition, I have three good brothers. The three of us graduated from the recruit company together. Two of them passed away and the pension was not much, so I gave them each a hundred yuan. "
Song Shuqian looked at the two hundred and thirty-eight yuan, seventy-eight cents, and eight cents in the box and felt that it was a bit heavy.
This is the money that Wei Jianguo earned with his life, and it is also all his savings over the years.
She took the money with a smile, "Then I will be in charge of our family's finances from now on. I'll give you 10 yuan pocket money every month, is that enough?"
"I don't need that much. I have all my food and clothing in the army. I don't smoke or drink, so I have no place to spend money. Give me 5 yuan a month, just in case anything happens."
Men have to behave themselves, so Song Shuqian certainly won't push it away.
Thinking of the orphans of martyrs, Song Shuqian asked, "You just mentioned the support for the orphans of martyrs. Does that mean we have to send money every month?"
Wei Jianguo is now very nervous, wondering if his wife is going to make trouble with him. In the past, his leader’s sister-in-law even scratched his face because of this.
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"Wife, you don't have to give it every month. They provide subsidies every month. I have given it in the past few months."
Song Shuqian also knew what Wei Jianguo was thinking, "This money should be spent. If you need it in the future, give me your address and I'll send it to you."
"Thank you, daughter-in-law."
Wei Jianguo felt very happy because his wife was so nice and understood him.
Looking at those comrades, he couldn't just ignore them.
Song Shuqian felt that their comradeship was very touching, but with such a simple and crude method, how much money could really reach the hands of the children?
Song Shuqian had reservations. After all, she was not short of money and would think of a solution when she really encountered the problem.
Song Shuqian got up and washed her hands, washing them twice with soap before she felt relieved.
Wei Jianguo...it was the first time he saw his wife like this, disliking the dirty money.
Wei Jianguo shook his head and went to training. The military district would be holding a big competition in two months, and he was very busy recently.
Song Shuxi had been reading for the whole morning and felt a little tired. In the afternoon, she planned to take a walk in the mountain behind and pick some wild vegetables and mushrooms. Last time, she heard from Sister Ding that it was quite interesting.
Just when I was about to find Tian Tiantian, she came over by herself.
The two met at the door.
Looking at each other's dress, I just felt a tacit understanding.
"Go up the mountain?"
"Let's go."
"Should I call Sister Feng and the others? I don't know any wild vegetables," Song Shuxi said a little embarrassedly. She didn't know them at all.
"I know him, you forgot, I'm a village kid"
"That's great. I heard there are mushrooms as well. Tiantian, please teach me later."
"Okay."
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