The schools that Jiang Yonghua mentioned have all switched to social recruitment after several decades, and even their names have been changed. The original legendary and mysterious atmosphere is no longer there.
In the 1970s, as long as you could get into these schools, you would be recruited into the army, wear military uniforms and receive allowances. Not only did you not have to spend your family's money, you could also start earning a salary based on your military service.
When Jiang Yun applied for university, he was aiming to study abroad and did not even consider domestic universities.
Well, the more I look down upon something, the more I try to put in the effort just to get in.
"Dad," Jiang Jun called Jiang Yonghua naturally. Psychologically, she had already accepted him as her father. Whether she was used to it or not, it was just a name she couldn't change. "Can you install a light bulb in front of the desk? That way I'll be able to read more clearly."
Jiang Yonghua nodded: "Okay, I'll go get some wires and a light bulb later, and then I'll find a way to get you a desk lamp."
He was afraid that his daughter would suffer from some sequelae, so he would try his best to meet any request Jiang Yun made.
"Xiaojun, you must close the windows and doors tightly, draw the curtains, and try to be alert when you go to bed at night. Don't turn on the lights until you hear any noise outside."
"Okay," Jiang Jun agreed obediently: "Dad, if my mom comes back and asks me to move back to the inner room to live with Xiaolan, should I listen to you or her?"
A housewife's control is limited to the area of her home, and her sense of territorial sovereignty and desire for control are extremely strong. She occupied a room on Zhang Xiuying's territory, and she was afraid that Zhang Xiuying would jump up.
If she wants to live alone in the outer room, she must get Jiang Yonghua's support.
Jiang Yonghua took off his military cap and scratched his head: "In this family, you must listen to me on important matters."
In the countryside, girls of this age would have to talk about their in-laws, and in the compound, they would be scolded all day and cower in fear. Compared with the energetic and lively girls in the propaganda team, it was a world of difference. He felt that his eldest daughter's fall had grown her courage and made her dare to ask for things, which was a good thing.
When Zhang Xiuying returned home, she objected as usual: "If we live in that room, we'll have to light another lamp. What a waste!"
Jiang Yonghua was very annoyed: "How is it a waste? My daughter is grown up and has her own room. What's wrong with that?"
"There's no place to stay when people come to our house!"
"With your temper, who would dare to come to our house? Who would be willing to come to our house!"
"What's wrong with my temper? I'm doing this for the good of this family!"
"Are you doing this for the good of this family? You argue with me all day and scold the kids. What's good about that? Tell me!"
Zhang Xiuying was at a loss for words. She had no job, no education, and was three years older than Jiang Yonghua. The two of them looked like a couple standing together. She just couldn't stand the fact that things at home were out of her control, so she argued loudly, "Even calling her for dinner would make her walk a few steps."
Jiang Yonghua glared at Zhang Xiuying: "Why bother shouting! With your loud voice, I can hear you even from the top of the bungalow."
Zhang Xiuying clenched her fists in anger: "She broke her head and you still indulge her!"
This is rebellion! This father and daughter are teaming up to piss her off to death! Zhang Xiuying sat down on the ground, slapping her thigh and about to burst into tears.
Jiang Yonghua also threw himself at the risk of his life. Before Zhang Xiuying could howl, he gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice: "Zhang Xiuying, you dare to cry! If you make a scene again, I will apply for demobilization and go back to my hometown! I have no face to stay here if you keep making such a fuss all day long!"
This trick is the most effective.
Zhang Xiuying has a weakness: she is illiterate and afraid of getting lost when she goes out. She is afraid that Jiang Yonghua will just abandon her somewhere and not care about her anymore.
In all the years she'd been married to Jiang Yonghua, she'd never visited his hometown. Jiang Yonghua's hometown and her own family lived in the north, south of each other. For a housewife like her, the language was difficult to understand, and the food was unpalatable. She'd also heard stories of the people there being tough and the women being fierce and charming. Military marriages were no longer protected in the military, and if Jiang Yonghua divorced her there, she wouldn't even be able to find her way back to her family.
Zhang Xiuying was frightened by Jiang Yonghua's words: "Aren't you going to be promoted to section chief?"
Jiang Yonghua glared and shouted, "Look at any section chief's wife crying like you! How can I be ashamed to be a section chief?"
Zhang Xiuying was unhappy and retorted, "The section chief treats his wife and children so well. He's not like you, who stays away from home all day!"
Jiang Yonghua glared at Zhang Xiuying. If it weren't for this bitch's constant noise, he wouldn't have stayed in the office all day. "That's why I'm busy! If you keep making noise, I'll hand in a report!"
Under Jiang Yonghua's tough attitude, Zhang Xiuying's objection was ineffective. Jiang Jun not only got a new bicycle, but also had his own room.
Jiang Yun never expected that the first rights protection movement she would take part in after traveling to another time and space would be to fight for a lockable bedroom for herself.
This room, to which only Jiang Jun had the key, infuriated Zhang Xiuying: "You damned child, put a sign on the door saying Zhang Xiuying and traitors and spies are not allowed to enter!"
Jiang Yun brought Jiang Yonghua out again: "My dad agreed!"
Zhang Xiuying yelled again at the top of her lungs, "You think you're so great just because your dad is backing you up! You don't even take your mom seriously! If you're capable, then don't eat the food I cook!"
Jiang Jun covered her head, the sound pounding her eardrums. She knew she'd be the one to suffer if she continued, so she forced herself to remain silent and not argue. This seemed like the second time this had happened. In this dazed state, she couldn't receive any memories of the original owner, nor could she receive any memories of her own time and space.
Zhang Xiuying slammed the door angrily and went out with her sweater.
After two days of noise and quarreling, the house was finally quiet again. Jiang Jun breathed a sigh of relief, sat down in his own room, took out his middle school textbooks, sat in front of the window, opened the curtains and prepared to read.
I heard a "bang" outside the window, like someone falling to the ground.
Jiang Jun was startled and remembered Jiang Yonghua's instructions. He quickly stood up and went to draw the curtains.
A figure passed by her window, suddenly turned around and knocked on it, calling her softly: "Jiang Jun, let me in quickly."
Jiang Jun saw it was Chen Yuejin, pulled the latch, and opened half of the window: "What's wrong with you?"
Without hesitation, Chen Yuejin pushed the window open, supported himself with his hands and jumped in. He stepped on the desk and jumped down to the ground. He closed the window, locked it, and drew the curtains tightly, holding them with his hands to prevent them from shaking. "Hurry up, the soldiers are chasing me. I'll hide first. If anyone asks, just say you didn't see me."
Jiang Yun was puzzled: "Aren't you in school? Why did the soldiers arrest you?"
The structure of the bungalows was the same in every household. Chen Yuejin ran into the kitchen and reached under the stove. It was ice cold. He stepped backwards with his feet facing inwards and then crawled in. "Jiang Jun, hurry up, block the fire with firewood!"
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