When Wen Xin came here, she didn't have any expectations for this place. She had been to Yan Zeyang's single dormitory, which was quite simple. But she didn't expect that when she arrived at the family quarters, she would find that the conditions in the newly built family building were quite good.
I originally thought that the family quarters might just be a few houses, but when I entered the yard I discovered that it was a small two-story building, built in a square shape, not very large, with two floors, upper and lower floors, and a small yard, so it could be considered a private house with its own entrance and yard. The only drawback is that it is very close to other single-family buildings, separated by only a wall. It is also not far from the five-story building. It is very close. If you stand on the second-floor balcony and say anything, the surrounding family members can hear it.
Yan Zeyang's green jeep was parked in the yard. He walked in with Wen Xin, carrying his bag. Wen Xin followed him into the house. Her small leather shoes made a "tapping" sound on the ground. She looked around.
In fact, after the family quarters were built, the general layout of each household was the same, with bare walls, a simple bed to sleep on, a table, and a wardrobe.
Before Yan Mo got married, he knew that Wen Xin was pregnant, so he applied for a single-family wedding house here soon. Although he said he applied, in fact, the army had reserved it for the regiment commander. The regiment commander already had a partner, so maybe they would get married someday. After getting married, would they live in a five-story building and live with a group of soldiers' families? How is that possible? The land has already been reserved for pre-selection.
Someone was hired to clean the house these days, and the furniture was made by carpenters in the army. Simple beds, tables and other furniture were also made for other houses, but Commandant Yan privately paid the carpenters and asked them to speed up the work and make a few more pieces of furniture.
Wen Xin looked around and felt that the environment here was much better than she had imagined. Although it was not as exquisitely decorated as the house in Songtao Garden, the solid wood furniture was quite natural and pleasing to the eye. There were wooden sofas and a solid wood coffee table in the living room, and there were also tables and chairs in the dining room.
She went to the bedroom and took a look. There was a sturdy big wooden bed, a wardrobe, a dressing table, and bedside tables. Surprisingly, there was also a bathroom. A very large bathroom with a bathtub. This was not a standard feature of the residential building. It was installed by Yama himself with his own money. What kind of bathtub did he use? As a grown man, he just needed to take a shower and rinse off, but he knew Wen Xin liked to soak and put something on her body, saying it was good for the skin. Yan Zeyang saw this and bought one for her.
When the army first built the family building, there were no pipes. Yan Zeyang later discussed with others and built pipes in the family area. When the weather is cold, the army's boiler room can provide heating, and people can take baths in the winter. It is very convenient and warm.
Wen Xin was happy to see the bathroom. She had originally thought that she would have to use a public toilet when she moved in, but when she saw the bathtub, she was overjoyed.
Just as she was about to run two steps, Yama-tou beside her warned her, "Don't jump."
"Oh." She stopped immediately, turned around and threw herself into his arms with a smile, put her arms around his waist, looked up at him with her little face, "Husband..." she said coquettishly.
Yan Zeyang looked down at her. Even if he had a heart as hard as iron, he would be softened by her delicate appearance. He said with a straight face, "Hmm? What do you want to say?"
"You're so nice to me, I like it here, I love you so much, you're great!" After saying that, she arched her little face into his arms, pressed her waist against his hot body, rubbed against it, and then lay there like a kitten, listening to the strong heartbeat in his chest, feeling particularly at ease.
The colder a man is on the outside but warm on the inside, the more loyal he is in love. The more loyal he is, the less he can stand the flattery of his beloved woman, with words like "You're so great, I love you so much!" Yan Zeyang had long seen through her as a little flatterer, but even though he knew it, he still enjoyed listening to her. He hired someone to make furniture, install a bathtub, and even had plumbing built when the family quarters was newly built. Who was he doing this for? For yourself?
It was all for this delicate person in front of him. Seeing that she liked it, he felt that his efforts and thoughts were not in vain.
When the family quarters were first built, many people thought it necessary to install pipes, but he still asked them to do it. He didn't care what other people wanted. What he thought about was that after Wen Xin married him, she would definitely follow the army. The environment here was originally remote, and he couldn't make the conditions better. But at least he could make her life as convenient as possible. She liked indoor bathing and soaking, so the facilities in this regard must keep up.
It was just this change of mind that improved the living conditions of the entire military family quarters. Having an indoor bathroom is rare nowadays. Many places in the city do not have such conditions, and people still have to go to public toilets.
So not long after it was built, many family members came over. In less than a month, most of the family quarters were occupied. Everyone who came liked the environment and bathroom conditions here. Because pipelines were built and the military boiler room provided heating, it was not cold all winter, which was almost the same as the newly built buildings in the city.
Where can you find such good conditions nowadays? Many family members come from rural areas, and this is the best house they have ever lived in. As a result, the family area is more lively than the barracks every day.
Wen Xin said some sweet words, and Yan Motou raised the corners of his lips, feeling warm inside.
Until someone coughed at the door.
He was holding his arms around his cute, dependent little wife, and when he heard the sound he quickly looked towards the door. Then they saw Political Commissar Ye Jianzhou walk into the gate and glance at them.
He knew that Yan Zeyang was back, so he stopped at the door and came over to take a look.
What did you see when you walked in? The young couple stood in the living room of the house, hugging each other affectionately, with the door not even closed. He walked to the middle of the yard, not knowing whether to retreat or advance. There were still many people outside looking at this side, so he could only cough to further remind the two young men in the house to be careful of the impact in broad daylight.
When Yan Zeyang saw him, he reached out, held Wen Xin's arms, and gently pulled her away from him.
Wen Xin also saw someone coming into the yard. Usually, she dared to do anything in front of Yan Zeyang, whether it was kissing, hugging, or saying some cheesy love words, that was not a big deal, but she still felt a little uncomfortable when others saw or heard it.
He just hid his discomfort in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face, that standard smile with eight teeth showing.
With her smile, she was no longer embarrassed. Wen Xin ran out of Yan Zeyang's arms and took the initiative to say warmly to Political Commissar Ye in the yard: "Long time no see, Political Commissar Ye, come in and sit down. We just got here and haven't cleaned up yet. I'll find something to wipe the chair."
“No, no.” Political Commissar Ye quickly stopped Wen Xin, “Don’t be busy, I just came to see you and see if you need anything. Besides, how can you say we haven’t seen each other for a long time? I was at your wedding two days ago, on the second floor…”
Wen Xin pretended to laugh foolishly. There were so many people there that day that she was confused and couldn't remember who was who. Their faces all looked the same.
"Knowing that you are back, your sister-in-law insisted that I bring something over. She made some dumplings and asked me to bring some over for you to try. They are stuffed with Chinese cabbage and pork." As he said that, Political Commissar Ye placed a large white porcelain jar of dumplings on the table at the door.
"Where's my sister-in-law? Why didn't she come?" Wen Xin asked quickly as she looked at the steaming big white dumplings.
"She's at home cooking and taking care of the kids. I'm just here to run some errands. You guys eat, and don't forget to close the door. I'm leaving first, and my family is waiting for me to come back for dinner."
"Are you in such a hurry to leave?" She thought of something, "Wait a moment, Political Commissar Ye." As she said that, she took out two cans of food and a bottle of malted milk from the big bag on the cabinet next to her, put them in a bag, and grabbed several handfuls of candy. When coming from Songtao Garden, Wen Xin saw a lot of malted milk and canned food on the bookshelf. It would be a shame to leave them there without eating them, so she packed them up together with her toiletries in her handbag and brought them over.
Two bottles were just right for Political Commissar Ye's family, as he had children. Canned food was a rare commodity at that time, and most people were reluctant to eat them. They were used as gifts when visiting relatives and friends. Moreover, the cans were very large and had a big belly, so they could hold a lot and were very economical.
The two bottles were really heavy to carry. Seeing this, Yan Zeyang took the bag from her and handed it to Ye Jianzhou, "Don't leave empty-handed. Take this back with you."
Wen Xin also said, "I was thinking about it. I'll visit each household and give out some wedding candies. Since you're here, Political Commissar, you can take the things away so I don't have to go over again. This thing is very heavy, so I won't carry it. You can take it back and feed it to the children." Wen Xin followed Yan Zeyang and said to Political Commissar Ye with a smile.
Political Commissar Ye did not bother to be polite with the two men. After hesitating for a moment, he carried the bag back.
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When we got back, Political Commissar Ye's wife Zhang Li was putting dumplings on the table and mixing a few side dishes. She didn't expect Ye Jianzhou to come back so quickly, with a bag in his hand.
"What are you holding?" she asked, turning around.
Political Commissar Ye put the bag in his hand on the table. Zhang Li opened it and saw that it was actually two large cans, a large bottle of malted milk, and sugar cubes. There was a girl and a boy sitting at the dining table. Political Commissar Ye had three children. The eldest daughter was eighteen years old and was in high school, the second daughter was ten years old, and the youngest son was only five years old. The two children were sitting at the table waiting for Political Commissar Ye to come back for dinner, but when they saw the cans, their eyes widened.
The Ye family is of average condition. Ye Jianzhou's salary is not low, but he has to support three children, one of whom is still in school and the second is in elementary school. He also has to send part of his money back to his hometown every month, so his life is not easy.
It was rare for Zhang Li to make pork-filled dumplings twice this month. The two children watched Zhang Li fill a large white porcelain jar with dumplings and give them to others. They were so greedy that their saliva was watering and they were reluctant to eat any more. The second daughter even said, "Mom, won't you save some for my sister?" What she meant was, don't take them all away. There were not many dumplings in the pot to begin with, and if the large porcelain jar was full, there would be almost not enough for her family to eat the rest, and her sister didn't even get to eat any.
Zhang Li glared and said, "Your sister can't come back, why keep her?" Although she was also born in the countryside, she has followed Political Commissar Ye for many years and has learned a lot. You can't ignore human relationships. Her family's Mr. Ye has been relying on the Yan family for care for many years. Otherwise, how could her family's Mr. Yan become a political commissar without any background? After doing this for so many years, he should have been demobilized and returned home long ago.
Her family thinks dumplings are delicious, so she gives them as a gift. Captain Yan and his wife may not take it seriously at all. They may not eat them if given by others. What can't they eat with their status? Old Ye said that at the wedding in Kyoto, the wine on every table was Maotai, which cost ten yuan a bottle.
"This, who gave this to you?" Zhang Li wiped her hands on her apron and asked hurriedly.
"Who else could it be? The Zeyang couple gave it to me."
"We just gave some dumplings, why did they give us so many things?" There was also a bottle of malted milk, which was very expensive.
"Zeyang's family doesn't lack such a little thing, so put it away and eat it."
The two children lay on the table looking at canned food, sugar and malted milk. There was no worry about food at home. After all, they were in the army and the food in the canteen was good, with plenty of meat and vegetables, and the children were not wronged. But things like sugar and canned food were no longer available, and the two children had not eaten canned food many times.
Seeing the pitiful looks in her children's eyes, Zhang Li gritted her teeth and opened a bottle, poured the food into two white porcelain jars. The couple didn't eat it all, so they gave it to the children. For the two children of the Ye family, this meal was like heaven, with dumplings and canned food. They were as happy as if it were New Year's Day.
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Wen Xin was really a little hungry. It was noon, and she would have to wait for a while while Yan Ze went to the canteen to get food, so she went to the kitchen to get two pairs of chopsticks. Everything in the house was ready. There was a stove, rice and flour in the kitchen, and military bedding was laid in the bedroom.
After wiping the tables and chairs, they sat down at the dining table. Yan Zeyang didn't eat much and let Wen Xin eat first. The dumplings had thin skin and lots of fillings, less meat and more vegetables. They were not very delicious, lacking oil and ingredients. In Wen Xin's opinion, the taste was far from good. She even felt a strange smell in it while eating. She didn't know what was mixed in it. After eating two, she felt a little tired of it.
Before she was pregnant, she had high requirements for food. After all, she has a system. Her requirements are even higher when she is pregnant. She won’t open her mouth if the taste is not right.
Yan Zeyang finished most of the remaining porcelain jar. Seeing that Wen Xin didn't eat much, he had to let her wait at home. He went to the canteen and asked the chef to cook for her. He made her a portion of potato and chicken, mushroom soup, and stir-fried vegetables with meat. Then he brought the canteen's food plate, on which were two plump steamed buns and some small sugar cakes made specially for her by the kitchen helper.
He was in a hurry to bring the food back to feed his hungry little wife at home.
Wen Xin was not full and was too lazy to go to the kitchen, so she stared at the door. It was a long time before Yan Zeyang came back and put the food plate on the table. She saw that the dishes were quite rich, and they were still freshly out of the pot, steaming hot. The hungry Wen Xin immediately picked up the big white steamed bun and took a bite. The steamed buns in the military canteen were really delicious, soft, sweet and chewy.
The sugar cakes were delicious, the stewed chicken with potatoes was delicious, and the stir-fried meat with vegetables was delicious. Wen Xin pulled Yan Zeyang to sit down, and the two of them sat in front of the plates, taking turns to eat until Wen Xin was full and finished. Yan Zeyang finished all the rest.
In the afternoon, the two of them tidied the house and cleaned it. Wen Xin didn't have to do much, as Yan Zeyang cleaned it by himself. He was even more fond of cleanliness than Wen Xin, and he did the housework quickly and well. He mopped the kitchen floor several times and cleaned it inside and out.
As Wen Xin said, I boiled the newly bought tableware in hot water in the kitchen for a while.
The first floor was basically cleaned up. Yan Zeyang didn't let Wen Xin go upstairs. Ever since Wen Xin had been acting like a drama queen not long ago and asked him if he would hit her, and pushed her down the stairs and pushed the child away, Yan Zeyang had been avoiding stairs like the plague.
I’m afraid that my warm words will come true.
But Wen Xin wanted to go up and take a look, so Yan Zeyang had to protect her from behind. The layout of the second floor was similar to the first floor, with less furniture than the first floor. It had three bedrooms and a living room, a bathroom, but no kitchen. There was nothing interesting to see.
After dinner, she strolled in the yard for a while. One advantage of having a private door and yard is that in addition to the stone road, vegetables can be planted on both sides. After all, family members cannot go to the canteen to get meals every day. The meals in the canteen are supplied to the soldiers, and family members have to find ways to eat and use them on a daily basis, and they have to buy the vegetables on weekdays.
Therefore, many family members, especially those in rural areas, have set their eyes on the yard, wanting to have a small yard to grow some vegetables, but there are only four such houses with independent entrances and exits, and the families of soldiers have no chance of getting one. In the end, they can only open up land behind the small building, and they have to worry about others stealing the vegetables.
After walking for a while, Wen Xin felt sleepy. She went back to the bedroom, crawled into the military quilt that Yan Zeyang had washed, and slept soundly for the whole afternoon.
And Yama just found a soldier to help him cultivate the land in the yard. It didn’t matter if he didn’t eat, but his wife had to eat!
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