Zhang Xiuying went to the clinic to see her injuries and couldn't come back for a while. Even if she came back, she couldn't get her hands wet and couldn't cook.
Jiang Yonghua rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to light a fire and prepare dinner.
This situation of not asking anything made Jiang Jun a little confused.
No matter what, she had to explain everything to Jiang Yonghua before Zhang Xiuying came back.
Jiang Yun followed him to the kitchen, wanting to help, but found that he knew nothing.
There was no candle or windproof lighter to light the stove, and she didn't have the patience to use just a match to start a fire.
However, she now dares to express her demands to Jiang Yonghua.
"Dad, I went to the Veterans Service Center with my classmates today." Jiang Jun decided to use a roundabout approach. "There are some necessities I want to buy, but I don't dare ask her." Jiang Jun paused before uttering the name. "I don't dare ask Mom for money, and she won't give it to me. And there's nothing I need at home."
Jiang Yonghua didn't stop, but added firewood to the stove and just nodded.
Jiang Jun could tell Jiang Yonghua's voice was calm, indicating he wasn't angry about her resistance, so he continued, "Dad, how about finding me a part-time job during the two months of vacation? I can earn some money myself, and then when I go to school, I won't have to ask you for money."
God knows how much effort it took for her to say this. The original owner Jiang Jun's first reaction was "I don't want the bicycle anymore", which made her very anxious. She endured it again and again and didn't say such stupid words that might not hurt the enemy by 800 but would definitely hurt herself by 1,000.
Jiang Yonghua's hand paused for a moment, without raising his head, he hummed again.
Jiang Jun was confident that this meant no objection, so she could explain what had just happened: "Mom always hits me without mercy, and she doesn't care if I'm right or wrong. She hits me whenever she wants, whenever she wants, wherever she wants. When I'm with my classmates, they look at me like I'm a farmhand, and I can't stand it."
These were the memories of the original owner, Jiang Jun. She had almost suffocated herself when she received these memories, but now that she had spoken them out freely, she had finally let out a sigh of relief.
Jiang Yonghua sighed: "Alas, your mother has always been like this, just bear with it."
He has endured it for more than ten years!
Jiang Jun was shocked: "Dad, how could you tolerate this! Aren't you just indulging her?"
Jiang Yonghua added a handful of firewood to the stove: "Just bear with it and it will pass."
Fortunately, the nature of his job requires him to work overtime frequently and he doesn't have to go home, so out of sight, out of mind.
Jiang Jun raised an eyebrow. So this was the root of Zhang Xiuying's repeated mistakes. "Dad, I read in a book that where there is oppression, there is resistance. The landlord class will be overthrown sooner or later."
Jiang Yonghua stood up and added water to the pot: "Oh? Then how are you going to resist? You want to rebel?"
This child dares to say such naive words, it must be because he has never seen Zhang Xiuying throwing a tantrum.
Jiang Yun said, "Dad, I won't rebel. That would lead to war."
Jiang Yonghua smiled: "You also know the art of war?"
After studying just two textbooks, she started using tactics. He wanted to hear what earth-shattering words his daughter could come up with: "So, how do you avoid starting a war and being oppressed?"
Jiang Jun certainly had a plan, but she couldn't reveal it all yet. Fighting for her rights was a long-term process, and reforming an unreasonable person was particularly difficult. "Dad, as long as I don't do anything reckless, just don't argue with her when she scolds me, so she doesn't take my anger out on you. You're her father and the deputy section chief, you can't argue with her."
In fact, most of the time, Zhang Xiuying took out her anger towards Jiang Yonghua on Jiang Yun!
Jiang Yonghua was a little surprised. It turned out that his eldest daughter seemed taciturn, but actually understood everything in her heart.
"Then be careful with your approach. If you do the same as her, even if you're right, others will say you're not a good student. This will affect your teachers' and supervisors' opinions of you, and directly impact your future. If it's in your file, you won't be eligible for university entrance exams, job placements, Party membership, or promotions in the future."
He also thought about fighting violence with violence, but that was unrealistic. If he could fight, he would definitely win, but his future would be over and he would have retired long ago.
He also wanted to leave a good reputation so that he could be assigned to a good unit when he transferred to the local area in the future.
Jiang Jun smiled: "Okay, I understand."
While the water in the pot was still boiling, Jiang Yonghua kneaded some dough and prepared to make noodle soup.
His technique is skillful and has an elegant beauty. It doesn't feel like he is cooking, but more like he is creating a work of art.
Jiang Jun picked up a head of garlic and peeled it, secretly looking at Jiang Yonghua and saw that he looked exactly like Jiang Yonghua. This was the characteristic appearance of the Jiang family, with a thin and high nose bridge and narrow and long phoenix eyes.
Jiang Yonghua exercises regularly and has a healthy masculine aura. He has a square face and looks particularly serious and charming when he is not smiling.
Jiang Jun hadn't fully grown yet, and was still experiencing some malnutrition and anemia. Her complexion was a bit pale, and with her almond-shaped eyes, she looked listless. Add to that the anti-inflammatory injections she'd been taking lately, and her skin and hair had lost their luster. She looked downright earthy, devoid of any youthful charm.
Jiang Yonghua took two eggs and placed them on the chopping board. He told Jiang Yun to pick some green onions. "Go to the back and pick two green onions. Your mother is sick. Make her some green onion and egg soup."
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Jiang Yun was not convinced and reluctantly went to the backyard to pick onions.
Back in the kitchen, Jiang Yonghua handed her two fifty-cent notes: "Here, I'll give you one dollar a month as pocket money from now on. Don't let your mother know."
This was his extra royalties and allowance, which he received a little bit every month. He never told Zhang Xiuying about it because Zhang Xiuying was unreliable.
Jiang Jun took the money and said, "Thank you, Dad. I won't tell Xiaolan either."
This is a guarantee of confidentiality to Jiang Yonghua. The initiative of whether to tell or not is still in Jiang Yonghua's hands, so as to ensure that her backing is stable.
Jiang Yonghua hummed: "Xiaolan is still young. When she goes to middle school, I will start giving her pocket money."
This was not an excuse. In his opinion, Jiang Lan was still young and not old enough to keep a secret. She didn't have anything on her mind and didn't need to keep her mouth shut. As long as she had enough to eat, it didn't matter if she didn't have pocket money. There were many children in the compound who didn't have pocket money.
Jiang Yun's discomfort from pulling onions eased him a bit, "Dad, I'll go collect the money."
"Go ahead," Jiang Yonghua lowered his head and continued to roll out the noodles. "Your mom and the others should be back soon."
Jiang Jun walked back to his room and looked around. There was a desk, a bed, a wooden box, and several jars of pickles.
It’s okay when I have no money, but once I have a few cents, I really feel that it’s not safe no matter where I put it.
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