Chapter 309 She felt a little sad for the father and son
Fu Xun glanced at his son with a strange look. The boy acted coldly and disliked strangers.
He pulled out a chair and sat down, and then asked Miss Su to sit down and eat. "Miss Su, stop busying yourself and come and sit down and eat."
"We country folk can't make anything delicious, so please don't despise us, leaders..." Su Meikou said embarrassedly, her eyes moving shrewdly.
"You have done a very good job. You can even borrow vegetables from your neighbors next door. It seems that you are a hardworking and capable girl. Zhou Yi is really unlucky." Fu Xun picked up the chopsticks and said with a hearty laugh.
Su Meikou carefully sat down next to Fu Jiqiu, her round black eyes staring at the father and son.
If she had known the situation at the chief's home, she would definitely not have gone home with him. Now, she couldn't say that she was going home with the chief, otherwise, she wouldn't know how those military wives in the family compound would look at her.
She looked at Fu Jiqiu who was eating with his head down, and said sincerely: "Commander, I will stay at your house tonight, and I will go to the guesthouse tomorrow morning..."
"You don't have to worry about anything, just stay at my house first. Fu Jiqiu is also going to the special forces to spend his summer vacation," Fu Xun said, looking at his son. The boy was very considerate and ate with relish.
Su Meikou blushed and felt a little sad for the father and son.
All she made were ordinary rice porridge and stir-fried pork with wild mushrooms. Only a child like Fu Jiqiu, who lost his mother at a young age, would feel satisfied just having food to eat at home, right?
Fu Xun held a bowl of porridge and teased, "Fu Jiqiu, you act like you're a father. What do you want to say? Do you want to buy something for Baoer?"
"Han Bingtuan is richer than you. They moved to the special forces and must have bought a lot of things for Baoer." After a pause, Fu Jiqiu turned his head and looked at Su Meikou, "Although I will not be at home for the summer vacation, you cannot live in my bed and my room."
"..." Su Meikou was holding a piece of wild mushroom between her chopsticks. When she heard Fu Jiqiu's obvious hostility, she almost dropped her chopsticks.
The girl's pretty face flushed and she blinked, "Chief, where do I sleep?"
"Sleep in my dad's bed!" Fu Jiqiu directly interrupted his father's fantasy.
Fu Xun looked at the girl, then his eyes fell on his son's face. His old face turned red. There had been no scent of a woman in his room since his wife passed away.
This makes things difficult for him.
"Commander, I'd better stay at the guesthouse. Please write me a letter of introduction. I'll wash the dishes after dinner and leave."
"No, no, Fu Jiqiu is such a stingy kid. What's wrong with letting Miss Su live in your room?" Fu Xun felt his ears getting hot and he tapped his son's head with chopsticks in annoyance.
Fu Jiqiu retorted, "You brought her home. If I don't let her sleep in your room, isn't that more stingy?"
But the young boy couldn't help but sneer in his heart: Damn dad, stinky dad, you have brought the girl home to live with you, and now you two are deliberately avoiding me in front of me?
Anyway, after he goes to the special forces tomorrow, it will be just the two of them at home. When the door is locked at night, no one will know whether they sleep in one bed or two!
"Miss Su, you don't have to worry about anything else. Just stay at my house for the time being. I'll go to Qinghe Town in two days to have a good chat with Zhou Yi." Fu Xun arranged the matter clearly and concisely.
Su Meikou looked at the Ninth Master with her clear eyes.
He has a handsome appearance, a strong and energetic figure, looks particularly cheerful when he smiles, and is also a warm-hearted person. It seems that there is a turning point in her and Zhou Yi's marriage.
In that era, when food and clothing were scarce, it was quite eye-catching for a man to grow to a height of 1.8 meters.
But Fu Xun came from a poor peasant family after all, and could not compare with Commander Duan, who was tall and slender and had the temperament of a noble young man.
Fu Xun is a kind, honest and generous man.
He also had the painful experience of losing his beloved wife. These life experiences tempered his will of steel, and he was very down-to-earth, caring and thoughtful towards women.
This made Su Meikou feel very safe living in the Fu family.
"Fu Jiqiu, finish your homework and go to bed early. I'll be working on the floor in the office these few days."
After a quick dinner, Fu Xun went into his room, took a quilt from the closet and went downstairs. Before leaving, he did not forget to give his son some instructions.
"Don't worry, Chief. I will keep an eye on Fu Jiqiu while he does his homework." Su Meikou tied an apron on her back and looked like a hostess as she smiled as she escorted Fu Xun out the door.
The other military wives who lived on the fifth floor couldn't help but look sideways when they saw a woman finally appear in the Fu family, a virgin girl working in front of her own stove in the corridor.
However, when they saw Fu Xun carrying a quilt downstairs, they found it hard to understand the leader's intention.
Fu Xun returned to the regiment office with his bedding and began to arrange the follow-up work related to his transfer to the special forces.
After some arrangements, Fu Xun called the Kun District Headquarters.
"Commander, I'll take a moment of your time to report on the recent work of the Ninth Division..."
At the headquarters, Commander Duan, who had never liked working overtime, has recently become fond of working and never left the headquarters even at the end of the working day.
He had learned that after the first selection, the special forces had grown rapidly.
By that afternoon, it was confirmed that nearly three thousand people had successfully transferred to the special forces.
He also received routine work reports from the heads of various subordinate units, especially the establishment of the special forces that he was most concerned about.
"This batch of soldiers will be transferred to the special forces division, and your strength will be greatly reduced. But you must always remember that the Ninth Division has a heavy task. We must open that road within half a year." Commander Duan leaned back in his chair and narrowed his sharp eyes.
"Yes! I will definitely live up to the trust of the organization."
The two chatted on the phone for a few minutes, and before they hung up, Secretary Lu knocked on the door and came in.
Seeing Commander Duan hanging up the phone, he quickly walked up to the commander and reported:
"Commander, I received a call from Kunming TV this afternoon. The people at the TV station said that the comrades from the General Political Department's Art Troupe in Beijing were very optimistic about the two programs that the Ninth Division rehearsed when the art troupe went to various military units for art performances last time. They want to rehearse them and perform them on CCTV during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Commander Duan's eyes froze for a moment, his angular facial features slowly straightened, his bright, narrow eyes revealed a calm and cool light.
"What do they mean? To inform us of this or to pay us?"
Secretary Lu glanced at Li Junfeng, who was dawdling again, slowly sorting documents in his office. He said with a happy face, "The General Political Department said that after rehearsing for these two programs, they will go to CCTV to perform, and CCTV will pay them performance fees, so they want to discuss it with us."
"How much money do we want for the original copyright?"
"I didn't rehearse the show, why are you asking me? Call Han Suijing."
After all the fuss, this matter has nothing to do with him.
That is the wisdom and credit of the young wife.
Of course, Commander Duan was somewhat curious about how much money the General Political Department was going to give this time.
Commander Duan was silent for a moment, his eyes flickering slightly, "Let me ask."
A call was made to Han Suijing's office. The phone rang several times but no one answered, indicating that Han Suijing was not in the office.
Commander Duan put the receiver back on the phone with a sullen look on his face, thinking that at this time, the couple must be at home, loving each other and caring for each other.
Leaning back in his chair, Commander Duan couldn't help stroking the short stubble that had sprouted on his stern face.
After a while, the tall figure slowly stood up from the chair, gave a few instructions to Secretary Lu, got in the car and returned to the Duan family.
Mr. Duan thought that his eldest grandson was angry and would not come home for a while.
"Duan Yanzhi, you're back. Have you had dinner? I'll ask my aunt to make it for you again." Old Duan took a walk in the courtyard and came back to the living room. When he saw his eldest grandson coming home, he happily circled around him.
"Let's do it. We haven't eaten yet."
After saying hello, Duan Yanzhi followed the direction his grandfather was walking and looked forward. The corner was empty and there was no trace of the dark brown piano. He asked, "Where is my uncle?"
"He works in the study."
Duan Yan went upstairs and walked into his uncle's study. "Aren't you going on a business trip? Why haven't you left yet?"
"Let's just wait until the sanitary napkin production line is up and running before we go out! In Shenzhen, I have already arranged for someone to go there to set up a company and do the preliminary preparations. We will go to Shenzhen after the production line here is ready." Duan Suili raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "The machine will be shipped to Kunming tonight. I have to go to the factory later."
"Do you still want Bao'er's mother to come over and help?" Duan Yanzhi suddenly asked while holding a cigarette between his fingers while standing inside the door.
Duan Suili glanced at his nephew and waved his hand casually: "Not for now."
"..." Duan Yanzhi was very clear about his uncle's intentions. Bao'er's mother was destined to be a member of the Han family and had no deep relationship with the Duan family. If he continued to bother her, it would be inconvenient for his uncle to distribute the profits in the future.
Duan Suili added, "I will be away for at least half a month before returning to Kun City. Please take care of anything at home."
"It takes half a month to get to Shenzhen?"
"I first went to Shenzhen to negotiate the supply deal and shipping, and then I had to go north to the Eastern Province to buy corn. There were many links involved, and I had to be personally involved in every step."
Standing by the door, Duan Yanzhi lit a cigarette and puffed out smoke without saying anything else.
"I'm going to the special forces the day after tomorrow morning..." he suddenly said seriously.
Duan Suili clasped his hands, his eyes like a quiet lake, staring at his nephew blankly, without answering.
At that time, the special forces were hundreds of kilometers away.
It's hundreds of times more lively than usual.
All the single soldiers who came to the army to take the exam that day brought their bedding and other personal belongings, so after the exam, all those who passed had already settled in the dormitory.
After settling the dormitories for the ordinary soldiers, Captain Li Peidong led a group of soldiers with military ranks to the family compound.
According to Han Suijing's suggestion, all the young cadres were to live in the second family building, with several people sharing one dormitory suite.
Among them was Zhai Ximo, who was carrying a military bag including bedding.
"Since we are establishing a formal special forces division this time, the Korean Corps has set a six-month deadline for you, the officers with military ranks! In other words, within six months of joining the army, your original military ranks will not change, but this does not mean that you have achieved the corresponding capabilities of the special forces."
"In half a year, the entire army will conduct a formal assessment. Those who pass both the cultural and training assessments will be given corresponding military ranks. Those who fail will be demoted to ordinary special forces soldiers."
Zhai Ximo looked at the others and secretly swore in his heart that he must make good use of these precious 6 months!
The junior officers who followed the captain to the family compound were all secretly accumulating strength.
The corridor outside the dormitory was full of soldiers carrying large and small bags.
The dormitory on the top floor is the dormitory for the female soldiers. When the female soldiers saw that these officers had also moved into the family compound, they curiously stood at the edge of the corridor and looked down.
Suddenly, the sound of hulusi playing drifted into everyone's ears.
Listening carefully, the melody is affectionate and slightly sad, which makes people feel sad and their eyes moist.
"Who is playing the hulusi in the family yard?"
Everyone looked in unison towards the family building in front of them.