Song Fanxing: "Dad, what are you going to do?"
Song Darong: "We'll build a latrine in the yard so you and your daughter won't have to go to the public toilet anymore."
Song Fanxing visibly smiled.
"Dad, you're so good!"
Going to public restrooms is such a torture; she feels like she'll be suffocated by the stench sooner or later.
Going to the toilet every day is a headache. I try to hold it in as much as possible, and only go when I absolutely can't hold it anymore.
Song Darong was happy and wanted to hug his daughter, but found his hands were dirty. Song Fanxing took the initiative to hug him.
Song Darong was satisfied and ordered the soldiers to start digging in the northwest corner of the yard.
As Fang Jie requested, instead of digging drainage ditches, they should dig directly like the latrines used in rural areas, but make them larger.
A moment later, the sound of a tractor rang out again.
This time, we're hauling cement.
Song Darong mixed the cement and made cement slabs using a rectangular wooden box mold. After drying, the cement slabs could be placed on the dug latrine.
Seeing that the soldiers were all covered in sweat, Song Fanxing went inside and filled the large kettle with spiritual spring water.
He carried it out with one hand, then went to the kitchen and brought out a stack of bowls.
"Mom, give these older brothers some water."
Fang Jie realized that her daughter had given her the spiritual spring water, which could greatly reduce the soldiers' fatigue.
"good."
Fang Jie called out to everyone, "Comrades, have some water."
The soldiers kept shaking their heads, saying they weren't thirsty.
Fang Jie looked at Song Darong with pleading eyes.
Song Darong cleared his throat and said, "Attention, everyone!"
The soldiers stopped abruptly and stood in neat rows.
"Drink water!"
Song Fanxing held the bowl while Fang Jie poured water into it.
After filling the water tank, Song Fanxing took it over.
"Brother, have some water."
The adorable little girl charmed a group of grown men.
He happily took the bowl and drank from it.
After drinking.
This water tastes so good!
After drinking the water, they felt refreshed and full of energy.
After each person was given a bowl of water, everyone dug even harder.
Fang Jie happily went to cook.
Song Fanxing followed.
"Mom, let me help you."
"OK."
Song Yaohua was also helping out in the yard.
He's a strong young man now, and he can handle physical labor without any problem.
We didn't sell the whole pig we slaughtered for the New Year; we brought it all with us.
Fang Jie made two jars of braised pork.
Now it's just the right time to eat.
Fang Jie took out a large basin, cut a large plate of vegetables to steam, and stewed the rest with potatoes and cabbage.
I shaved a basin full of big bones and stewed a big pot of radishes.
I steamed a pot of cornbread and cooked a big pot of rice.
Knowing that soldiers have large appetites, Fang Jie cooked extra food for them, afraid that there wouldn't be enough to eat.
The soldiers in the courtyard dug while swallowing hard.
The troupe leader's wife's cooking is so delicious.
They were so tempted that their mouths watered and they lost all interest in working.
Song Fanxing moved a small stool and sat in front of the earthen stove, helping Fang Jie pass firewood.
"Mom, the braised pork smells so good!"
Fang Jie laughed, "Little glutton."
Fang Jie makes some braised pork every year. Although it's time-consuming, the children love it, so it's all worth it.
An hour later, Fang Jie came out and called out, "Comrades, let's wash our hands and eat."
The soldiers all turned to look at Song Darong.
They can't eat unless the leader gives the order.
At Song Darong's command, the soldiers rushed to fetch water to wash their hands.
There weren't enough chairs at home, so the soldiers ate standing up.
Although there were only three dishes, they all contained meat, and the portions were very generous. Everyone ate their fill and was very satisfied.
The food at Commander Song's house was so delicious; they had never eaten such good food before.
Especially that jar of meat.
Absolutely amazing!
The vegetables that come with it are also especially delicious, sweet and fragrant.
The cornbread and rice were all finished, and the vegetables were completely gone.
After the meal, the soldiers went back to work.
Sister Liu ran over curiously.
"Hey, what are you doing here? What are you digging for?"
Fang Jie came out to greet them, smiling as she replied, "We're building a toilet in the yard because the kids think the public toilets smell bad."
Sister Liu was delighted when she heard this.
"Did your Xingxing think the public restroom smelled bad?"
Fang Jie nodded shyly.
"You two are really something! But daughters deserve to be spoiled like this. If I had a daughter, I'd spoil her just as much. I'd be happy to build her a house, let alone a toilet. As for the boy, well, he can pee wherever he wants, he deserves to be suffocated by the stench!"
Song Fanxing was stunned as she listened from inside the room.
Everyone says that there are many people who prefer sons to daughters in this era, but it turns out that she only meets people who prefer daughters to sons.
In Aunt Liu's eyes, daughters are treasures, while sons are worthless.
Fang Jie particularly enjoys talking to Sister Liu; it makes her feel comfortable.
"Sister Liu, come in and have some tea, let's chat for a while."
"No, I need to go home and tidy up the house and do the laundry."
After saying that, Sister Liu strode out of the yard.
Soon, news of the construction of a latrine at Commander Song's home spread throughout the family compound, and people crowded into the courtyard to watch the spectacle.
Fang Jie brought out a bowl of walnuts.
"Everyone, have some walnuts, they're from my hometown."
She intentionally tried to build good relationships with the people in the family compound. After all, her husband was the regimental commander, and she was new to the area, so she needed to make a good impression on everyone. This would also make things easier for Song Darong.
A group of women and children, each grabbing a handful.
A polite thank you is fine; an impolite one grabs a handful from each hand and doesn't even utter a sound.
A large bowl of walnuts was quickly devoured.
Everyone ate while whispering among themselves.
"The regimental commander's family is really extravagant; they've even started building toilets in their own yard. We can't even dream of that."
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