Huo Jingqian drove to Changshui Town and parked the car in front of the supply and marketing cooperative in the town.
At this time, the supply and marketing cooperatives had not yet withdrawn from the stage of history, but the variety of goods was more diverse and complete than before, and purchasing things was no longer restricted by various tickets.
Huo Jingqian took Wen Yao into the supply and marketing cooperative and bought some rice, flour, grain, oil and daily necessities.
Wen Yao was picking out a bowl for eating in front of a small stall filled with plates and bowls.
Huo Jingqian stood aside and watched Wen Yao choose quietly, his eyes full of tenderness.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure walking by. The man was wearing a worn cotton backpack, with a hunched figure, and was walking outside.
Huo Jingqian was moved and quickly followed.
He walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative and saw an old man selling handmade bamboo tools at a roadside stall.
Huo Jingqian walked up to the old man and greeted him. The old man raised his head with a look of surprise on his face.
This old man was from a village next to the army unit, and Huo Jingqian often ran into him when he went to the village to do business.
The old man's son also worked in the army before, but he died in a mission, and his daughter-in-law remarried, leaving only a two or three-year-old grandson to depend on the old man.
The team also wanted to give him some help, but the old man refused.
The old man makes a living by weaving baskets all year round, and uses the pocket money he earns to support his grandparents and relatives.
"Uncle, are you coming out to set up your stall?" Huo Jingqian asked.
"Oh, it's Comrade Huo. Are you here in town for business?" the old man replied with a smile.
Huo Jingqian squatted down, picked up a bamboo basket, and praised: "Uncle, your skills are getting better and better."
The old man smiled and said proudly: "I have been doing this for a lifetime, so naturally my skills will not be bad."
Huo Jingqian looked at the things on the stall and found a few bamboo toys, so he asked, "Did you make these too?"
The old man nodded and said, "It's for my grandson. He loves it."
Huo Jingqian took out some money, bought a little bamboo horse, and handed it to the old man: "Uncle, buy one of these and keep it for your children in the future."
Hearing this, the old man quickly pushed his money back and said, "Comrade Huo, just take it. What money? You didn't secretly help us grandparents before. We are grateful to you!"
Huo Jingqian smiled and said, "Uncle, you can keep this money. But if anyone dares to take your things, we must behave ourselves."
The old man blinked his cloudy eyes when he heard this, feeling a little embarrassed.
Seeing this, Huo Jingqian stuffed the money into his pocket and said, "Uncle, this is a labor job, you can't make money."
After he finished speaking, he waved and left, returning to Wen Yao.
Wen Yao curiously asked him where he had been, and Huo Jingqian briefly described the old man's situation.
After hearing this, Wen Yao was also very moved and decided to buy some more things to support the old man's business.
The two of them carried the big and small ones and left the supply and marketing cooperative.
Huo Jingqian put all his things in the car and drove towards the military area.
The military area is only half an hour's drive from Changshui Town.
It was already three or four in the afternoon when the car drove into the family compound.
The houses in the family compound were built with grey bricks and covered with blue-grey tiles. Every brick and tile was engraved with traces of the past.
Each house has an independent small courtyard, and each courtyard is arranged in an orderly manner, keeping just the right distance from each other, neither too crowded nor too lonely.
The car stopped at the gate of a small courtyard on the eastern side of the first row.
Huo Jingqian turned off the car, then looked at the co-pilot Wen Yao and said, "Yaoyao, we are home!"
Qi Fang, Du Song and Wang Yi helped move all of Wen Yao and the others' luggage into the house. When they saw there was nothing they could do to help, they said hello to Huo Jingqian and went back to the troops first.
The house was not tidied yet, so Huo Jingqian did not ask them to stay for a while.
Wen Yao walked into the house and looked around, her eyes full of anticipation.
The house has a dining-living room in the middle, bedrooms on both sides, and a small kitchen next to the yard.
Although the house is a bit old, Wen Yao can feel the warmth.
Huo Jingqian followed in, and when he saw the smile on Wen Yao's face, his mood also became happy.
"Go tidy up the room first. You sit down and rest for a while." Huo Jingqian said as he walked into the bedroom and started to tidy up.
Wen Yao nodded, turned and went to the kitchen to prepare a pot of water. She wanted to wash her hair and take a shower first.
"ah……!"
Huo Jingqian was making the bed in the bedroom when he heard a loud shout from the kitchen.
Hearing the sound, Huo Jingqian hurried to the kitchen, only to see Wen Yao standing there with a horrified look on his face, pointing at the stove.
On the stove, a big black spider was crawling quickly towards the window.
Upon seeing this, Huo Jingqian immediately stepped forward and stomped the spider to death.
"It's okay, it's just a spider." He patted Wen Yao's shoulder gently to comfort her.
Wen Yao was still a little frightened, and her body was shaking slightly.
"How could there be such a big spider here..." She said with a hint of tears in her voice.
Huo Jingqian decided to clean the kitchen first to prevent other insects from scaring Wen Yao.
He took Wen Yao to the living room and said, "Yao Yao, sit here for a while. I'll clean the kitchen and boil some water for you to wash up."
Wen Yao nodded and sat obediently on the chair.
Huo Jingqian found a broom and a rag and carefully cleaned the stove and the floor.
After cleaning the kitchen, Huo Jingqian came to the living room. He squatted in front of Wen Yao, raised his head and touched her hair, "Are you scared?"
"You...you are really useless!" Wen Yao asked pitifully.
Seeing this, Huo Jingqian gently held her in his arms and said, "No, Yaoyao, how can you be useless? You are just afraid of bugs!"
"Thank you, you are so nice! Jingqian." Wen Yao said softly with her cheek against Huo Jingqian's chest.
Huo Jingqian looked at Wen Yao with a smile, stretched out his hand and hugged her waist, "Why are you thanking me? We are husband and wife, and I will take care of you for the rest of your life, but it's just talk."
The two snuggled together, enjoying the peace and happiness.
In the days to come, they will create beautiful memories together here.
By the time Huo Jingqian cleaned the house, it was already dark.
Huo Jingqian looked at the time, went outside, brought some firewood into the kitchen, and started a fire.
"Yaoyao, it's getting early. Let's get along for tonight and eat noodles!" Huo Jingqian said.
"Well, sure," Wen Yao nodded in agreement.
The flames in the stove were blazing, lighting up the entire kitchen and warming the two people's hearts.
Wen Yao sat quietly beside him, watching Huo Jingqian's busy figure, her heart filled with happiness and emotion.
After a while, the water boiled.
Huo Jingqian took a handful of noodles he brought from Long City and put them into the pot.
Then he cracked two eggs into his eyes and stirred them for later use.
Taking advantage of the free time, he poured a basin of hot water into it and brought it to Wen Yao, "Come, wash your face."
Wen Yao obediently took the basin of water, felt the temperature of the hot water, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
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