The three of them patted their bloated stomachs and shouted in satisfaction.

Su Ziyu and Yu Jingyan are busy like spinning tops every day and rarely have time to relax.

Especially Su Ziyu.

Before meeting Shen Zhihuan, his life was almost entirely occupied by training and missions.

Even while eating in the cafeteria, he was thinking about the unfinished official business.

Going on missions is just like everyday happenings.

Many times, just when one task is about to be completed, another task comes up.

He can even be said to work all year round.

When I go home occasionally, it seems like I always have some tasks to do.

Until I met Shen Zhihuan...

He gradually reduced the frequency of his missions.

Although Yu Jingyan seldom went on missions, when the regiment commander Su Ziyu was away on a mission, all matters of the 82nd Army fell on his head.

When he has a lot of official business to do, he can only sleep four or five hours a day.

In order not to delay his official duties, he often ate dry biscuits for three meals a day.

The time when Su Ziyu was on a mission for the longest time, he lost more than 20 pounds in one go.

Old Master Yu was so frightened that he thought his precious grandson was seriously ill, so he ordered the orderly to take Yu Jingyan to the hospital for examination.

After a messy inspection.

It was finally determined to be malnutrition.

I felt so sorry for Mr. Yu.

He earns more than 200 yuan a month, but his precious grandson is malnourished...

Then a steady stream of supplements flowed into the 82nd Army.

Chicken soup is delivered twice a day.

Yu Jingyan was so annoyed that he cried out that he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Let's go out for a walk to help digest the food!" Yu Jingyan rubbed his stomach.

"This is fine." Shen Zhihuan held his waist and stood up.

A bowl of chicken soup, two large chicken legs, two chicken feet, half a steamed bun, and half a pancake.

Shen Zhihuan felt that if she continued like this, she would turn into a pig.

It's not about body shape, it's simply about appetite.

Su Ziyu carefully supported his young wife.

The rounder his wife's belly was, the more anxious he became.

Even though the doctor said that Shen Zhihuan was in good health, he still couldn't let go.

As soon as the three of them walked out of the yard, they saw a group of villagers running towards the west end of the village.

"Brigade Commander Su, let's go and take a look too." Shen Zhihuan shook Su Ziyu's arm.

"Let's go and take a look." Yu Jingyan was also a person who loved to join in the fun, so he immediately turned his toes in another direction.

When the three of them followed, they saw a courtyard that was already surrounded by villagers in three layers.

Many people were pointing and talking inside.

Unable to squeeze in, Shen Zhihuan could only listen to gossip from the outside.

"My He Hua gave her innocent body to your second son. If you want to deny it now, I tell you, it's impossible!"

"Zhao Dali, today, if you, the Zhao family, don't give us mother and daughter justice, we will hang ourselves in front of your house today, wuwu..."

He Hua...

The image of that bulging belly flashed through Shen Zhihuan’s mind.

It seems that no one has been found to take over, so he is ready to go all out.

After a while, a shrill and thin female voice came out, "Widow He, you are lying. Your daughter is not decent and is pregnant with someone's bastard's child. You want to plant it with my second son? I tell you, you are dreaming!"

After hearing such explosive gossip, the villagers inside and outside the yard were all shocked.

There had been gossip before that the second son of the village chief was having an affair with He Hua, but no one took it seriously and just listened to it for fun.

Now that He Hua's mother has brought He Hua to the village chief's house to seek justice, it seems almost certain that this is the case.

What many people did not expect was that a little girl who looked quite honest on weekdays actually dared to get pregnant before marriage.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

All the young men who had wanted to take advantage of He Hua's unconsciousness to have some physical contact with her and take her home as their husband all patted their chests and secretly said, "That was a close call."

If I had used my hands and my mouth at that time...

Not only do you have to help raise someone else's son, but you also have to be a living cuckold.

"I said that He Hua's belly was a little bloated, and you said it was because of my eyes. Now you know whose eyes are problematic." A short middle-aged woman spat out the melon seed shells in her mouth and said proudly.

"Isn't the second boy from the village chief's family dating Li Zhiqing? How come he is getting together with that girl He Hua?" Some people haven't figured out the situation yet.

"If you're not dating, can't you go together?" someone said with a sly smile.

"Yeah! They just slept together, not dating."

"Don't talk nonsense. He Hua is a good girl. Don't speak nonsense and ruin her reputation." A man with an honest look said.

"Good girl?" The short middle-aged woman covered her mouth and laughed, "How can a good girl get pregnant before she even gets married?"

"Yes! If this can be considered a good girl, then Widow Li is a chaste and heroic woman." A man with shifty eyes grinned.

As soon as these words were spoken, people outside the yard burst into laughter.

The short middle-aged woman glared at the shifty-looking man in embarrassment and anger, and the latter scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

The round-faced woman who was standing with the short middle-aged woman looked at the short middle-aged woman and the shifty-eyed man flirting with each other, and the jealousy in her eyes almost overflowed from her eyes.

Looking at the interaction between the three people's eyebrows, the curve of Shen Zhihuan's mouth never faded.

It is said that three women make a drama. There are at least two to three hundred women in a village. With so many women gathered together, it would be strange if there were not some big dramas.

In the courtyard, He Huaniang stood at the door of the Zhao family's main hall, crying and saying, "Zhao Dali, I want you to tell me one thing for sure, do you want this grandson or not?"

"Widow He, even if you ask me a hundred questions, I will still say the same thing. The child in your He Hua's belly is not my second son's. Stop accusing my second son." Zhao Dali's wife Chen Ercui stood under the eaves with her hands on her waist.

Neither of the two people in the confrontation had any intention of backing down.

Zhao Dali squatted under a jujube tree, smoking a cigarette, looking very irritated.

"Zhao Dali, if you are a man, don't hide behind a woman. Stand up and speak uprightly." He Huaniang wiped her red and swollen eyes and stared straight at the man squatting under the jujube tree.

Zhao Dali took a deep puff of his cigarette and wanted to stand up, but was held down by Chen Ercui who took three or two steps forward.

Zhao Dali looked up at Chen Ercui with a conflicted look in his eyes.

Chen Ercui gave him a meaningful look in return, and Zhao Dali's neck drooped down immediately.

Seeing that her man had behaved himself, Chen Ercui turned to look at He Huaniang and said in a sharp and thin voice, "Does my man need to prove to a widow like you whether he is a man or not?"

(End of this chapter)