At the same time, the old lady felt envious when she thought about how others had a monthly pension of around 100 yuan!
Ordinary workers only earn twenty or thirty yuan a month!
A hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes, but then she seemed to realize something and her mood instantly improved. "You don't have a son, so you won't even have someone to break the pot in the future."
"What kind of feudal and outdated customs are these?"
The old lady dismissed it, saying, "If you can't break the basin, the underworld won't accept you anymore."
"I think you want me to take you in!"
A warm voice came from the side.
Seeing that it was Nuanwen, the old lady quickly explained, "I just wanted to persuade their granddaughter to have another son."
Wen Nuan retorted without hesitation, "Whether someone has a son or not is none of your business!"
"I see you're just bored and have nothing better to do. Come back with me for a political education class later!"
The old woman exclaimed in alarm, "Goodbye! I just remembered I have something to do, I have to go now!"
She fiddled with her short legs and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Zhao Hui gave Wen Nuan a grateful look. "Xiao Wen, thank you for your help."
"It's okay. In the future, if you encounter people like this, just ignore them."
As Wen Nuan spoke, she held up what she was holding, and there was a net bag full of eggs.
“I bought all the eggs that everyone had saved up. Xiaoyu can eat them first, and I’ll bring her more when she’s done.”
Zhao Hui quickly opened the door for the other person and invited her in before saying, "We can't accept the eggs."
"What's wrong with me giving my god-sister some eggs?" Wen Nuan didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
"That's true, but we're in the military region, and we're most afraid of giving others cause for gossip. It wouldn't be good if word got out."
Zhao Hui and Sang Youde both firmly refused to accept anything warm or comforting.
Warmth couldn't refuse them, so she had no choice but to take the eggs back with her.
Before leaving, she went into the room and left Sang Feiyu and Duomi for a while.
"Little Domi is really handsome."
"Your eyes are like yours, your nose is like Zhiyuan's. You two are good-looking, and your child is good-looking too."
"Speaking of which, little Domi doesn't look like a baby who hasn't finished her postpartum period; she looks like she's three or four months old."
Sang Feiyu knew Wen Nuan would say that, and smiled and said, "I'm in a good mood, I have plenty of breast milk and nutrition, the baby is changing every day and growing very fast. I guess by the time my husband comes back from his mission, he won't even recognize the baby anymore."
She smiled warmly and said, "I can still recognize her. What family could possibly have such a good-looking child like yours?"
While Wen Nuan was speaking, Xiao Duomi kept staring at her, his captivating eyes making her heart flutter with delight.
I wish it were my own daughter.
She knew very well that with her ordinary looks, it was unlikely that she could give birth to such a beautiful girl.
...
Meanwhile, the old lady returned to the courtyard where her son lived. Her son was a company commander and had been assigned housing early, living in a small courtyard with several other families.
The guy next door to Sang Feiyu's family seems to be a company commander as well. He was assigned a house late, and that was the only place with an empty house available, so they were temporarily assigned one there.
We're all company commanders, so why is there such a big difference in our living conditions?
The old lady became increasingly resentful. She asked her son to talk to the military about changing houses, but her son always refused.
They say that's just the policy in the military; some people are lucky enough to get good housing, while those who aren't so lucky just have to accept it.
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