A man who could climb to his current position at such a young age must have gone through a lot of hardships, and Shen Zhihuan knew all of this.

But when she heard Wang Dayong's words, her heart couldn't help but writhe.

Noticing his young wife's mood changes, Su Ziyu's large, calloused hand under the table grasped her slender white hand in a soothing manner.

"Wife, don't listen to his nonsense." Su Ziyu lowered his head slightly, leaned close to his wife's ear and whispered softly.

Although Su Changjiang had a smile on his face, he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

He knew it was dangerous for the second kid to go on a mission, but when he heard about amputation...

Even though it was something that had already happened in the past, Su Changjiang was still anxious.

Zhang Fengxia's face changed even more.

If the Wang family hadn't been here, she would have pulled her precious son and wiped away her tears.

Perhaps noticing the changes in Su Changjiang and Zhang Fengxia's moods, Xie Yufang gently nudged Wang Dayong with her elbow, signaling him to stop talking.

What parent would listen to their son suffer in the outside world? ! Especially when he almost had his limb amputated.

Wang Dayong also regretted it.

He just slipped up for a moment.

The atmosphere became awkward.

"Shen Zhihuan!" A familiar male voice came from the gate of Yard No. 2.

Before Shen Zhihuan got up, Su Lili had already stood up and ran to the next yard to open the door.

It was only then that Wang Dayong and Xie Yufang discovered that the Su family's house had two courtyards.

Not long after, Su Lili brought Chai Yufeng in.

At noon, the sun is scorching, and it is the time of the day when the temperature is the highest.

Seeing that Chai Yufeng's clothes were mostly wet, Shen Zhihuan picked up the bamboo fan on the recliner next to him and handed it to him.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"I have to hurry back!" Chai Yufeng took the fan and fanned it vigorously.

Even so, the sweat on his forehead was like rain.

"No matter how urgent it is, there's no need to rush now. Go to the well to wash up and eat before leaving." Shen Zhihuan just took a step and prepared to get dishes and chopsticks for Chai Yufeng.

Su Ziyu stopped him and said, "I'll go."

"Really, there's no need..." Chai Yufeng wanted to refuse.

He really didn't want to have dinner with Su Ziyu.

Not to mention eating, Chai Yufeng felt uncomfortable just standing with him.

It's like a thief meeting a policeman...

I feel guilty for no reason!

"What do you mean you don't need to eat? We are home now, how can we not eat?!" Zhang Fengxia went into the house and took a new towel to wash Chai Yufeng's face.

"Yu Feng, listen to your aunt, wash up quickly, and come and have a few drinks with your uncle." Su Changjiang went to the low cabinet and took out a wine glass.

It's hard to refuse such a kind invitation.

Chai Yufeng had no choice but to take the handkerchief and go to the well to wash his face.

Chai Yufeng ate that meal as if he were being tortured.

After putting down their bowls and chopsticks, Shen Zhihuan, Su Ziyu and Chai Yufeng returned to Courtyard No. 2.

Only Su Changjiang and Zhang Fengxia knew that Shen Zhihuan and Qin Bin were doing business together.

Su Zijun, Zhou Xiuqiao and Su Lili all thought that Shen Zhihuan bought the clothes and things sent by Chai Yufeng on the black market.

Nowadays, many people go to the black market to buy and sell things.

Snakes have their own paths, and rats have their own ways.

As long as you don't get caught, who cares where your stuff comes from.

"Why are there so many?" Shen Zhihuan looked at the two big bags on the recliner.

She drew a few pictures and asked them to make two sets of clothes for the little guy, Xiao Weidong, Xiao Qiping, Daya, and Erya...

Summer clothes are thin. How many clothes can be packed in these two big bags?

"Uncle Wu said that your son is young and pees and poops all the time, so he asked the master to make a few more sets for your son." Chai Yufeng explained.

Shen Zhihuan bent down to untie the bag.

She wanted to see how many more sets he meant.

Seeing Shen Zhihuan was about to unpack the bag, Chai Yufeng hurriedly said, "The one with the red floral pattern is your son..."

Before he could finish his words, Shen Zhihuan pulled out a slim-fitting dress from inside.

Shen Zhihuan laughed, "Can my son wear such a long skirt?"

"The skirt is this year's new style. Uncle Wu said he wanted to show you the style." Chai Yufeng explained with a smile.

Shen Zhihuan touched it and found that it was a blended linen fabric. It was light, breathable, and not prone to wrinkles. It was very suitable for making a dress and the style also looked very fashionable.

"Not bad! Not bad! They are all good!" Shen Zhihuan looked at them one by one.

It is not easy to make this kind of style these days.

"Fifth Master said that if you see something you like, just keep it." Chai Yufeng waved his bamboo fan.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Okay, then keep all of these! You can put them in my profit next month." Shen Zhihuan put the dresses aside and began to pack the little one's summer clothes.

One set, two sets, three sets...eight sets.

One set a day, different every day, you won’t need eight sets in a week!

He keeps peeing and pooping, as if he is still a newborn baby!

"Okay! Then I'll go back first!" Chai Yufeng put down the bamboo fan.

As the weather warms up, summer clothes are in short supply.

In order to catch up with the work in Guangcheng, the workers have been working non-stop for half a month.

"Wait a moment, there are fruits in the house, take some back." Shen Zhihuan stopped the man.

As she spoke, she had already stepped into the storage room.

Worried that it was too heavy for his young wife to carry, Su Ziyu followed her in.

When he came out again, Su Ziyu was holding two large bags of lychees and mangosteens.

After seeing Chai Yufeng off, Shen Zhihuan and Su Ziyu washed all the little guy's new clothes.

There were eight sets of clothes, filling up an entire clothesline.

White, yellow, blue, green, cyan, red, purple...

This color looks really unusual...

lively!

"What colors are these?!" Su Ziyu couldn't help but frown.

So flashy! In Su Ziyu's mind, boys should wear olive green.

Shen Zhihuan hugged the man from behind, "Commander Su, you..."

Shen Zhihuan wanted men not to go on those dangerous missions.

But he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.

For soldiers, obeying orders is their duty.

Orders must be carried out and prohibitions must be enforced.

There is no mission that cannot be completed, no enemy that cannot be defeated, and no difficulty that cannot be overcome. This is a soldier, a soldier with blood.

"What's wrong?" Su Ziyu turned around and hugged his young wife in his arms.

"I want to hug you." Shen Zhihuan looked up and smiled at the man.

Since she has chosen him, she should support his beliefs and be his strongest backing.

Instead of holding him back.

Guessing that the young wife was frightened by Wang Dayong's words, Su Ziyu comforted her softly, "Don't listen to Wang Dayong's nonsense, the river water is just looking at the urgency..."

Shen Zhihuan raised his eyes and looked at the man, wanting to see what he could come up with.

Facing the resentful look of his young wife, Su Ziyu quickly admitted his mistake, "Wife, I will be more careful when I go on missions next time."

"Pink pinky!" Shen Zhihuan stretched out his little finger.

"Compared to making a pinky promise, I think a stamp is more legally effective." Su Ziyu grabbed his wife's hand and kissed her. (End of this chapter)