Zhang Jun was quite surprised. His mother had felt that Xiaoman and he were a perfect match from the moment she met her. After Xiaoman married Han Bin, his mother said things about Xiaoman, but deep down she still felt that Xiaoman was the most suitable for him. Today… “Mom, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”
"No. I suddenly realized that you and Xiaoman are actually not a good match."
Zhang Jun didn't want to talk about this. Whether it was suitable or not was no longer important to him. He just wanted to quietly watch over Xiaoman nearby. "Really? Mother, where are my grandparents and Yuyu?"
"Jiaojiao came back today, and Yuyu wanted to pick her up, so your grandparents took her." Li Guixiang knew Zhang Jun didn't want to hear this, but she still had to say it. Because she knew Zhang Jun hadn't forgotten Xiaoman yet. She thought that if she told Zhang Jun why he and Xiaoman weren't a good match, Zhang Jun might not like Xiaoman anymore, or at least not like her as much as he did now.
Li Guixiang told Zhang Jun about Zuo Zuo and You You washing Yu Yu's feet and even eating them. The thought of her refined son washing Xiao Man's feet and then eating a couple of bites... made Li Guixiang feel that her son and Xiao Man were not a good match. "Jun Jun," she said, "those two boys of Wang Xiao Man said that a husband should wash his wife's feet. It sounds like Wang Xiao Man said that."
Li Guixiang thought that men wouldn't rush to wash women's feet, so she must have said it from Xiaoman: "Wang Xiaoman must have her husband wash her feet every day. Otherwise, her two young sons wouldn't think of washing feet every time they play house."
“Mother, Xiaoman may not have said that.”
“It must have been her who said it. I’ve served your father my whole life, and he’s never washed my feet. Let alone…” Li Guixiang wanted to say, “Let alone eat my feet.” But she was too embarrassed to say that to her son. “Wang Xiaoman is so powerful, if she wanted her husband to wash her feet, he definitely wouldn’t dare refuse. If you married her, she would definitely force you to wash her feet too.”
"No, Xiaoman isn't that kind of person."
"How could she not? I think she's an emperor at home. Everyone else is her servant. Lao Guo cooks for her, Lao Shang plays chess with her, and her husband earns money for her. She's like an emperor, with everything done for her. Oh, and her mother-in-law too. I heard that her two eldest sons were raised by her mother-in-law."
"Mom, haven't you always brought me Yuyu too?"
“That’s different. You and Jiaojiao both have jobs. Wang Xiaoman doesn’t have a job. By the way, I heard that when the clothing factory was first established, everyone asked her to go to work, but she absolutely refused.”
Zhang Jun smiled and said, "Xiaoman isn't suited for that kind of work."
"Then what is she suited to do? Be an emperor at home?"
"I think Xiaoman is suitable to be a general."
“She is the general now, and the rest of her family are her soldiers. Old Guo is the cook, Old Shang is the strategist, and her husband and son are the soldiers who go out to fight for her. Oh, and she also has a horse, which is her warhorse.”
Zhang Jun thought for a moment and said, "Mother, what you said really makes sense."
“What do you mean, ‘like’? She is. Let me tell you, she’s the emperor at home. It’s lucky she was taken away back then, otherwise…” Li Guixiang looked at Zhang Jun: “We are all her servants now. I cook for her every day, and you wash her feet every day.”
Zhang Jun thought to himself, if Han Bin hadn't taken Xiaoman away, then he and Xiaoman… But he stopped thinking about it. His mother believed that Xiaoman had asked Han Bin to wash her feet. But he knew Han Bin did it willingly. Han Bin was a brigade commander, after all; a brigade commander washing his wife's feet—few people would believe it. But Han Bin did it, and every day. Zhang Jun knew that he and Xiaoman would never have a chance in this lifetime. "Mother, do you know who reminded me to bring Grandpa and Grandma here?"
"who?"
"Han Bin".
"Him? I thought it was your father-in-law or the others who reminded you."
“No. My father-in-law probably thinks that as long as he doesn’t fall, we’ll be fine. Mother, Han Bin and Xiaoman aren’t bad people, you should…” Zhang Jun paused and looked at Li Guixiang. “You shouldn’t look down on them anymore.”
Li Guixiang: "I find them quite agreeable now. One is both powerful and domineering. The other is scrambling to jump into the fire pit. After learning that Wang Xiaoman forces Han Bin to wash her feet every day, I no longer want to argue with them."
Zhang Jun smiled. As long as his mother stopped targeting Xiaoman, the misunderstanding was fine. "Mother, Xiaoman said she'd arrange a marriage for the children?"
"Yes. I didn't agree."
"Mother, you should agree."
"I won't agree. And you're not allowed to agree either."
Zhang Jun looked at Li Guixiang and said, "If you agree, our Yuyu can be the emperor at home from now on."
“Our Yuyu isn’t as domineering as Wang Xiaoman.”
“Our Yuyu is quite gentle. But Han Bin treats Xiaoman so well, his sons must be influenced by seeing that every day. Didn’t you just say that his sons think that a husband should wash his wife’s feet? If you agree, then someone will wash our Yuyu’s feet in the future.”
"this……"
"Also, Xiaoman's sons are all quite smart."
After Zhang Jun said that, Li Guixiang also thought Xiaoman's son was quite good. However... "Xiaoman already has four sons, how about you?"
"I...I also want a son, but I can't decide whether it's a boy or a girl."
"No, I need to talk to Jiaojiao about this. We can't keep going on business trips like this."
Zhang Jun didn't want to talk about this: "Mom, I'm going back to my room to change my clothes."
Li Guixiang glared at Zhang Jun: "You run away as soon as I mention sons. Let me tell you, if you don't give birth to a son, your grandparents, your parents will have no face to meet the ancestors of the Zhang family."
As Zhang Jun walked into his room, he said, "Mother, I will give you a grandson."
Meanwhile, Li Qiaoqiao's mother was also talking to her about having a son: "Qiaoqiao, why hasn't your belly shown any signs of pregnancy these past few years?"
Li Qiaoqiao looked at her stomach: "I don't know either."
“Your second sister-in-law has already given birth to four children, all of them sons. You’ve only had two, and one daughter.”
“I also want to have another son, but I haven’t been able to get pregnant for the past few years.”
Li Qiaoqiao's mother frowned and thought for a moment: "That shouldn't be the case. Even during the famine years, you didn't go hungry, did you?"
"Yes. But I just can't get pregnant. Mother, could it be that I'm destined to only have one son?"
"What? You're destined to have only one son? I think your son and your sister-in-law's son are both in Wang Xiaoman's belly."
"Yes. I wish she could give one to each of us."
"Don't even think about it. Han Zhuang's second brother is a brigade commander now. Do you think he'd give his son to you?"
Li Qiaoqiao sighed, "Wang Xiaoman is so lucky. She has four sons and her husband is a brigade commander. I really shouldn't have married Han Zhuang. If I had married a soldier, I might be living with him now. Not only could I live with him, but I could also bring things home. You don't know, Wang Xiaoman brought a lot of things back last time."
At this point, Li Qiaoqiao's mother remembered: "Didn't your maternal grandmother get sick a few days ago? I went to see her, and her nephew went too. He said there was a soldier in their village, a regimental commander, and that his family hadn't gone hungry a few years ago?"
"Really? Does he have a lot of people in his family?"
“I specifically asked, and his family has three fewer people than yours. Back then, Han Zhuang’s second brother was a regimental commander. Tell me, he was a regimental commander, and so was the other family’s, so how come the other family couldn’t get enough to eat, while yours could?”
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