Political Commissar Fu couldn't bear to watch.
"Don't give me any bad advice. Does she even deserve Xingxing? Not only does Song Darong disagree, but I disagree too. Why would a perfectly good young girl like her be interested in such a thing?"
Fu Yichen, feeling utterly scorned, felt as if his heart had been wounded for the first time.
Is he really that bad?
Is he not good enough for Xingxing?
Sister Liu also felt that her son was too much of a scoundrel and not good enough for Song Fanxing.
well……
The next day, Song Darong mixed cement himself and plastered the bottom and sides of the pit again.
The cement slabs I made yesterday have dried quite a bit.
Two more days passed, and the cement slabs dried completely. The soldiers from last time suddenly returned.
Building walls, erecting planks.
At Fang Jie's request, a wall was installed between the toilet and the restroom.
One room was used as a latrine, and the other was used to raise pigs.
There were still quite a few bricks left, so Song Darong paved a path between the house and the courtyard gate, and used the rest of the bricks to enclose the area.
Fang Jie plans to plant some vegetables in the yard.
In just a few days, the entire courtyard was completely transformed.
Fang Jie looked at the newly renovated courtyard and was very satisfied.
I made a big pot of pork stew with sauerkraut, radish meatball soup, steamed a big bowl of egg dumplings, and stir-fried spicy cabbage with glass noodles.
I steamed another big pot of white flour buns.
The soldiers ate with great satisfaction.
Once again, I'm amazed at how delicious the food at Commander Song's house is.
Furthermore, Commander Song's wife is also very generous, always serving large bowls of meat. I wonder which family's wife is so generous?
The whole unit is now talking about how Commander Song's wife is young, beautiful, a good cook, and generous.
Song Darong was very grateful to Fang Jie; his wife had made him look good.
After the soldiers finished their work and ate their meal, they left, leaving Song Darong's family to tidy up the yard.
As Sister Liu was carrying water past Fang Jie's house, she was shocked to see the drastic changes in the yard. She put down her bucket and went inside.
"My goodness! It's changed so much in just a few days. Is this still the same dilapidated little courtyard as before?"
Fang Jie greeted her with a smile, "Sister Liu is here."
"Wow, this is so beautiful. What are you going to do with those brick walls?"
"I'm planning to grow some vegetables."
She noticed that Sister Liu's yard also had a lot of vegetables planted.
"Okay, growing vegetables is good."
Compared to Fang Jie's yard, Sister Liu felt that her own yard was a mess, with vegetables planted haphazardly here and there.
No, she should tidy up the yard when she gets back.
Looking at Song Fanxing, who was helping to clean the yard in the distance, Sister Liu said with a smile in her eyes, "Xingxing is so adorable. If I could find Xingxing to be my daughter-in-law in the future, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."
Fang Jie: "Sister Liu is joking. By the time my Xingxing grows up, your grandson will be all grown up."
“My eldest son is a bit older than Xingxing, but I also have a younger son.”
Fang Jie didn't respond, clearly indicating she wasn't interested in Fu Yichen.
Song Darong said that Fu Yichen was unreliable and even Political Commissar Fu couldn't control him.
She didn't want her daughter to marry someone like that.
Song Darong and Song Yaohua also heard what Sister Liu said and looked over with a strange look in their eyes, making Sister Liu feel very embarrassed. She then made an excuse and ran away.
Sigh, she knew her youngest son had a bad reputation. She had just deliberately tested Fang Jie and Song Darong's words.
Unexpectedly, both husband and wife turned pale at the same time.
Back home, Sister Liu became increasingly upset with Fu Yichen.
Seeing his mother's disgusted look, Fu Yichen asked, "What did I do to offend you this time?"
Sister Liu snorted, "It's all because of your irresponsibility that the daughter-in-law I had my eye on flew away. It's all your fault! Get out of my way and stop lingering in front of me."
Sister Liu pulled Fu Yichen up from the stool and sat down herself.
Fu Yichen: ...
What did he do to deserve this?
He pursed his lips and strolled out idly. As he passed the neighbor's yard, he glanced inside.
Surprised by the change within a second, he saw Song Fanxing, that cute and pretty little girl.
Song Fanxing noticed him and looked straight at him.
Fu Yichen's ears burned red, and he brazenly walked in and stood in front of Song Fanxing.
He patted his pocket, took out a paper boat, and handed it to Song Fanxing.
"Little Star, here you go, I folded it myself."
Song Yaohua snatched the paper boat and threw it on the ground.
"Who wants your paper boat! Stay away from my little sister!"
Fu Yichen was furious. He bent down to pick up the paper boat and wiped the dirt off with his sleeve.
"Song Yaohua, mind your own business. I'm not giving this to you; it's for Xingxing."
Song Yaohua: "I'm her brother. If you want to give her something, you need my permission."
"Why should I? You're being too domineering!"
Turning his head, Fu Yichen shoved the paper boat into Song Fanxing's hand and ran off in a flash.
Song Yaohua grabbed the paper boat, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it several times, flattening the paper boat instantly.
"Little sister, don't take Fu Yichen's things. Tell your second brother what you like, and he'll make it for you. It's just a paper boat, I can fold one too."
Song Fanxing glanced at the paper boat indifferently. "Second brother, I don't like these things. Don't worry, I won't take anything from Fu Yichen."
Song Yaohua was very satisfied.
The next day, Song Yaohua folded a bunch of paper boats and placed them on Song Fanxing's bed.
"Little sister, do you like it?"
Song Fanxing sighed and rubbed her forehead, but she was always soft-hearted towards her family and didn't want to hurt Song Yaohua's feelings.
Smiling and nodding, "I like it, thank you, Second Brother!"
Song Yaohua was secretly pleased. Fu Yichen thought he could bribe his sister with these little trinkets? No way!
Song Darong was very satisfied with Song Yaohua's actions and specially rewarded him with a chicken butt.
Song Fanxing burst out laughing and picked out a chicken leg from her bowl for Song Yaohua.
"Second brother, eat this."
Song Yaohua was pleased, "My little sister still knows how to care for me."
There were dozens of chickens in the space, and Song Fanxing picked one out.
"Mom, let's have some stewed chicken."
She was craving meat.
Fang Jie couldn't possibly disagree, and immediately started boiling water and killing the chicken.
There was a little incident in the middle.
As Yang Xiaohong passed by their house, she saw Fang Jie plucking chicken feathers and immediately became alert.
"Where did you get this chicken?"
Fang Jie was baffled. She wasn't familiar with Yang Xiaohong and didn't bother to explain.
"It doesn't seem to concern you."
Yang Xiaohong rushed to Fang Jie and snatched the chicken from her hand.
Did you steal my chicken?
Fang Jie almost died laughing; what kind of logic was that?
"I don't even know where you live, and you think I'd steal your chickens? That's ridiculous!"
"Only my family in the residential compound raises chickens. If you didn't steal them from me, where did they come from?"
Song Fanxing threw a pebble, and Yang Xiaohong felt a sharp pain in her wrist. The chicken fell back into the basin with a thud.
Who hit me?
"I!"
Song Fanxing came out and said, "You came to our door to steal things, whose family are you related to?"
Yang Xiaohong gripped her wrist and said, "You stole my chickens, I'm going to sue you! So what if your husband is a regimental commander? Stealing is still punishable. You also have to compensate me; you killed my perfectly good chickens."
Song Fanxing rolled her eyes.
How many chickens do you have?
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