Jiang Jun was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Are you and Aunt Zhao planning to start a family?"
Jiang Yonghua didn't deny it. "I've experienced several life-and-death experiences in the past few years, and I've become more open-minded. Fame, wealth, and status are no longer important to me. All I want is to live a peaceful life for the rest of my life. Your aunt is a great woman. She's taken such good care of me, and she's also been very good to you. Now that I'm able, I hope to take care of her, too."
Jiang Jun breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand in agreement: "Aunt Zhao is beautiful and considerate, she is the most suitable person to be our new mother."
The only thing that makes people a little worried is that the climate in Chuncheng is not suitable for Jiang Yonghua's body. If he stays in Chuncheng to work, his asthma will relapse every spring.
The medical technology in Chuncheng is far inferior to that in the capital, and the price level is even lower.
Jiang Jun thought for a moment and said, "Dad, if you stay in Beijing and work, you can still bring Aunt Zhao here and find her a job!"
In the 1970s, it was extremely difficult to get into government agencies, enterprises, and institutions, and it was even more difficult to transfer jobs. If you wanted to transfer from a remote area like Spring City to the capital, it was even more difficult.
Jiang Jun asked a very practical question: "Dad, for a job of the same level, the income in Beijing is twice as high as in Spring City, right?"
Jiang Yonghua was stunned for a moment. "I'm a retired soldier, so my salary level is high. People of the same age as me in the local area do make much less than me."
Jiang Jun did some calculations in his head. Jiang Yonghua and Zhao Meilan both worked in Chuncheng, and the combined salary of the two was not as high as Jiang Yonghua's salary if he stayed in Beijing and worked alone.
"Dad, you should stay in Beijing and work! You have many comrades here, people who can help you, and people you can ask questions. Besides, your salary is high, so you can support Aunt Zhao even if she doesn't work! Now Xiaolan is going to join the art troupe, and I am also planning to find a job. You won't have any burdens now. Your salary is more than enough for Aunt Zhao and you to live together."
Jiang Yonghua was a little embarrassed: "I just got divorced not long ago, even if I want to start a family with your aunt, it won't be that fast."
Jiang Jun was surprised: "It's already been three years, how can it be so short?! If it were someone else, they would have married Aunt Zhao long ago!"
Are you still thinking about Zhang Xiuying? Cake seller, please don't do that!
Discussing his marriage with his daughter, Jiang Yonghua was still a little embarrassed and grunted twice: "Well, your aunt also said that we should wait until the work is arranged before discussing other things."
Jiang Jun was anxious. The longer the night, the more trouble he would have. "Dad, you can marry Aunt Zhao first and go through the marriage paperwork. That way it will be much easier to ask the Personnel Bureau for quotas and job placement."
Jiang Yonghua actually doesn't know much about how to arrange work for his family members. His own work has always been arranged according to the organization.
Where is the Personnel Bureau? Who should I ask for quotas? He was completely confused!
Seeing Jiang Yonghua's bewilderment, Jiang Yun immediately came up with an idea: "Dad, there's only one provincial song and dance troupe in Spring City, but there are many in the capital! Aunt Zhao dances so well, if we ask around and ask for help, we'll definitely find a way."
Jiang Jun is so grateful to Jiang Heng now. In the past time and space, it was because of the TV series about soldiers shot by her cousin's crew that she got to know several famous song and dance troupes in Beijing.
Jiang Yonghua smiled and said, "How can it be that easy? Your Zhaoyi is almost 30 years old. She dances ethnic minority dances, and people only watch her in Spring City. The song and dance troupes in Beijing only recruit teenage actors. Your Zhaoyi has never worked, has no professional title, and no qualifications. Why would anyone want her?"
Jiang Jun was anxious: "Dad! Xiaolan and I both need you!"
Jiang Yonghua shook his head. "You two have grown up! In two years, you'll be getting married, and Xiaolan is so lively, she should be finding a partner in two years too. Time flies, two years have passed in the blink of an eye. Oh, when you were injured back then, it seems like it happened just a few days ago."
When talking about the injury, Jiang Jun suddenly realized that she was sitting at the place where she fell. The big tree was still there, but the rack for practicing pole climbing had been moved to another place. No wonder she didn't recognize it just now.
Jiang Yun, filled with emotion, stood up and hugged the trunk of the sycamore tree, imitating the lines from the movie "The Legend of the White Snake": "Putong tree, oh sycamore tree, where is my savior?"
After chanting twice, he turned around and looked at Jiang Yonghua, smiling, "Dad, this tree has grown taller again. I remember when we were practicing pole climbing, the rack was as high as the top of the tree. Now this tree is much taller than the rack. That fall really hurt me, I almost lost my soul!"
After thinking about it, he quickly withdrew his hands, put them together in front of his forehead, and prayed silently: Thank you to the original owner Jiang Jun, thank you to the kind-hearted people who sent the original owner Jiang Jun, no, Jiang Jun who had already had a heart transplant, to the hospital!
Jiang Yonghua stopped his daughter from putting her hands together: "Xiaojun, take your hands down. Only Hui people can do this gesture of putting your hands together in prayer. Never do this in front of others in the future."
At this time, the Cultural Reform Movement had not yet ended. Some people in society with extremely poor quality always liked to take things out of context and arbitrarily framed people and things they disliked with false charges and criticized them.
Jiang Yun put her hand down obediently. "Dad, let's come back to the army. We can take care of each other as father and daughter! I won't get married so early either. I want to be like Aunt Zhao and get married when I'm 30!"
I haven’t been a dad’s daughter long enough, why do I want to get married?
Jiang Yonghua was amused. "Your marriage to your aunt was a special case. Don't compare yourself to her. In the military, 21 or 22 is the right age to get married, and 23 or 24 is perfect for having children."
Jiang Jun shook his hands and said, "I don't want to get married so early! Dad, if you stay in Chuncheng to work, I will go back to Chuncheng to be with you and never get married!"
This threat was powerful enough that Jiang Yonghua took it seriously: "I think Chuncheng is quiet and there won't be any interference."
Jiang Jun understood: "Dad, are you afraid that Zhang Xiuying will come to you to cause trouble? What right does she have to come to you?"
Jiang Yonghua lowered his head: "She is still your mother. I have nothing to do with her anymore, but you still have to be filial to her."
Especially since Zhang Xiuying and Jiang Lan have such a close relationship, as long as they stay in the capital, they will meet sooner or later: "When you marry Xiaolan, your mother still needs to see you off."
Jiang Jun was angry. Why should he be filial to Zhang Xiuying? When Zhang Xiuying wanted to divorce Jiang Yonghua, she was so happy: "Dad, when I got married, I asked Aunt Zhao to send me off! So, you must stay here!"
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