Zhang Yuejin has been guarding the border for more than ten years, and it is only a matter of time before he is transferred.
What Tian Yuzhu thought was that if the child in her belly was really her husband's predecessor, then there would be almost no possibility for her father Shi Zhentang to be transferred in the short term.
Especially before the child is three years old.
As far as she knew, her husband's parents had only been with him for three years.
The thought of this difficulty made people feel uneasy. On the surface, Tian Yuzhu just smiled and followed the conversation, saying, "That's a good thing. At least the inland areas are not as hard as the border."
"Of course, border troops have heavy responsibilities, heavy tasks and great pressure."
Shi Zhentang helped her sit down on a stool and said, "You've worked hard today. I'll wash the dishes. You can have a good rest."
"Then I'll go see the little rabbit."
"Go!"
The man kissed her on the forehead, lovingly moved a chair out for her, and let her sit in front of the rabbit hive to watch carefully.
…
He Ziqiang saw Wen Jiangong, Zhang Yuejin, and Zhao Cui's husband Sun Youcai from his window. They came out of Shi Zhentang's house together.
You can tell they've all been drinking, and the atmosphere is cheerful.
This made He Ziqiang feel very uncomfortable.
They were all members of the same leadership team, but Shi Zhentang never invited him to his home for drinks.
He also understood that the reason was probably because of the shrew at home.
There is no way. Marrying the wrong wife will harm three generations. Since they are a couple who sleep in the same bed, he can only bear the consequences.
At this time, Huang Xuehua, who was lying in the house, was babbling in sign language to her son He Songer, which roughly meant: You can't tell your dad that I was beaten. If you dare to say anything, I'll beat you up.
He Song'er frowned slightly. The situation was more serious than he had imagined. He couldn't help but whispered, "But if you don't tell Dad, how can he help you get revenge?"
Huang Xuehua was so frightened that she sat up suddenly: "...Ah!"
This stretch stretched her cheeks, causing her to cover her face in pain, and she shook her hands anxiously: If you don't want to say it, then don't say it.
She even endured the pain, stood up, took out paper and pen from the drawer, and wrote a few words: It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
He Song'er went to elementary school in his hometown, and his grandmother knew a few words and taught him, so he knew these words.
Seeing her mother in so much pain, she had no choice but to agree: "Don't worry, Mom, I won't tell you!"
Hearing what the mother and son seemed to be talking about, He Ziqiang pushed open the door and asked, "Song'er, what are you talking about?"
He Song'er was so scared that she quickly shook her hands: "Nothing, I asked my mom if she wanted to eat something?"
Yes, Huang Xuehua fell quite hard and had to go to the infirmary for a minor operation.
He Ziqiang had forgotten to ask her, so he said, "I'll make her some porridge. She can't eat anything else."
After saying that, he went to the kitchen to busy himself.
He Songer went out to the living room and asked.
"Song'er, come in."
He Ziqiang suddenly called him from the kitchen, and after he entered, he asked him seriously, "Did your mother really fall?"
He Song'er bit his lip. He was a little embarrassed, but he instinctively protected his mother and nodded, "I fell."
"Where did you fall? Why did you fall like this?"
"roadside."
"oh!"
He Ziqiang looked at his son with scrutiny in his eyes, and after a few seconds he chose to believe it.
Huang Xuehua in the bedroom was eavesdropping. She could no longer speak, but her ears were not deaf.
She knew that He Ziqiang would ask her son behind her back, but fortunately the boy didn't say anything.
Otherwise things will get out of hand again!
Huang Xuehua was finally relieved now. A huge weight was lifted from her heart, and she simply picked up a pen and wrote on a piece of paper.
When he came in with the porridge, I handed the note to him.
"What?"
He Ziqiang took it and squinted to see what was written on it: I heard that the school teachers have already started training. When can I attend the training?
this……
"Wait a little longer!" He Ziqiang glanced at her with a flicker in his eyes.
“…”
What do you mean by wait a minute? His expression seems to be wrong.
Huang Xuehua grabbed He Ziqiang's wrist and pointed at the note. She wanted to know the real reason.
Seeing how anxious she was, He Ziqiang sighed and tried not to be impatient: "Xuehua, you'd better give up on going to school to be a teacher. You won't pass the political review.
It's probably because of your parents, and maybe because you don't get along well with others in the military community, so they think you're not suitable to be a teacher."
What?
Huang Xuehua was confused.
She almost jumped up and sat up. Being a teacher was a job she had been looking forward to getting, so how could this happen?
No, she has to ask the Ministry of Culture.
She had to get out of bed and throw off the quilt. She couldn't lose this job no matter what.
"Xuehua, be obedient. Things have already happened and there is nothing we can do to change them. Besides, if you can't be the boss, then don't be one. It will be the same if you teach Song'er well at home."
He Ziqiang would definitely not let her go to the army to make trouble, so he quickly held her down and made her lie back on the bed.
"Stop making trouble. The documents have been issued. What else can you do?"
“Mmmmm…”
Huang Xuehua shook her head unwillingly, with big tears falling down.
She tried every possible means to return from the countryside, one of her goals being to become a teacher.
"Stop it."
Seeing that she was still struggling, He Ziqiang had exhausted his patience and raised his voice: "How many times have I told you to get along well with others, but you just don't listen. What has happened in the end? You even want to hit Tian Yuzhu.
Now that they haven't tried you, I think that's fair. You're reaping the fruits of your actions. If you continue to make trouble, you'll only bring shame upon me."
After saying this, He Ziqiang turned around and walked out of the bedroom angrily.
As soon as he left, Huang Xuehua picked up the pillow behind her and threw it at him.
It almost hit He Songer who just came in.
The little guy cleverly turned around and moved away, then picked up the pillow after it fell to the ground.
Just now, he heard his father say that his mother wanted to beat up that aunt named Tian Yuzhu.
Isn’t this Tian Yuzhu the one who fought with my mother today?
It turned out that this was not the first time they had fought.
He Songer suddenly felt that if the other party really didn't want to show mercy, then her mother's condition must be even worse than it is now!
Huang Xuehua became angry again when she saw He Songer pick up the pillow, and threw the pillow that the child had just put on the bed away.
He Songer: “…”
If he dared to do this in his hometown, he would definitely be scolded by his grandmother.
You can quarrel one thing, but you should talk about what you have to say. Why take it out on a pillow? If you throw it away and it gets dirty, you have to wash it.
Silently blaming her mother in her heart, He Song'er picked up the pillow again...
But this time he didn't put it back on the bed. Instead, he carried the pillow to the living room.
Seeing his father smoking there, he walked over and sat on another chair, hugging his pillow quietly without saying a word.
After a while, he said, "Dad, I want to go back to my hometown. Please take me back to see grandma!"
He Ziqiang took a puff of tobacco irritably: "No."
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