Jiang Yonghua looked at Chen Yuanwu's wound and knew that it was not serious. He persuaded his daughter: "Yun, it is convenient for work and life in the courtyard. You can't lose weight anymore, otherwise, you might really need surgery."
Li Caixia told Jiang Yonghua everything about the mistake of taking the wrong medical records, and also expressed her concern about Jiang Jun not eating enough to him.
Jiang Yonghua felt both relieved and guilty. He was relieved that Jiang Yun was still healthy, but guilty that he couldn't take care of his daughter himself. "Yun, you're already twenty this year. Your health is the capital of revolution!" Living together as a couple can be a real hassle. What if you get pregnant early? "You'd better keep your body strong so you don't have to suffer when you become a parent."
The hint is so obvious that it's useless to pretend not to understand.
Jiang Jun tried his best to avoid the topic: "Dad, there's no heating in the courtyard. Running back and forth to support the troops, the wound will get cold, and it will turn into rheumatism, which will be troublesome. I'm in good health. Each trip back and forth is more intense than the training of new soldiers. I can also take a few bus stops, so I think of it as exercise."
The courtyard house had no heating and no bathroom, so getting up in the middle of the night was a real pain, especially in the morning. My hands and feet were frozen, and no matter how much I wore, I still felt cold when I went out.
On the contrary, nowadays our homes have heating, so we can go out warm and more resistant to the cold.
Jiang Yonghua scratched his head: "Ah, it's different when the conditions are good. I didn't think it through enough!"
Since the living standards are not at the same level, the starting points for considering problems are not on the same channel.
Chen Yuanwu once again witnessed that Jiang Yonghua was defeated by Jiang Jun with just one sentence, so he had to give up.
After dinner, Jiang Jun made some tea. "Dad, just drink it. Next spring, write to Aunt Zhao and ask her to send some Mingqian tea."
Jiang Yonghua looked a little uneasy. "Your aunt sent me some tea once. It took so long to get there, and when I went to pick it up, the dried mushrooms, meat, and tea leaves had all gone bad and grown mold. I guess the package got caught in the rain or fell into the water."
Jiang Jun raised his eyebrows, his face showing joy: "Aunt Zhao, how are you? Have you returned to work?"
Jiang Yonghua sighed faintly, "She's still working as a temporary worker at the tea factory. Her quota at the provincial song and dance troupe has been taken by someone else."
Jiang Jun seemed to have not noticed Jiang Yonghua's expression. She said to Chen Yuanwu happily, "Old Wu, Lan's singing and dancing are pretty good, right? It was all taught by Aunt Zhao! But Lan isn't even half as good as Aunt Zhao. The performance by Chen Jing and her troupe we went to see recently was far worse than Aunt Zhao's! If Aunt Zhao could come to the Beijing Song and Dance Troupe, she would definitely be the troupe's treasure!"
The charming style of ethnic minority songs and dances has long been integrated into their blood and cannot be represented by simply collecting a few notes and imitating a few movements.
Chen Yuanwu was amused: "Then you are the treasure of our family."
Jiang Yun glared at Chen Yuanwu coquettishly and said, "Then put my picture on the door as a door god, and I will go home with my dad!" Then she turned around and asked Jiang Yonghua with a smile, "Dad, are you willing to let Aunt Zhao come to Beijing?"
Jiang Yonghua seemed extremely thirsty. He drank half a cup of hot tea in a row and took a breath before saying, "If you can come, that would be great. Lan will definitely be happy because she will have someone to help her with the song and dance. Well, the three of us in the family all have jobs. If you can invite Auntie here, we can all help."
Chen Yuanwu was amazed on the side. He always knew that Jiang Yonghua was a little afraid of Jiang Jun, but he didn't expect that the father and daughter could calmly discuss each other's major life events - the aunt Zhao mentioned by Jiang Jun was obviously the one Jiang Yonghua liked.
Jiang Jun rubbed his hands together and said, "Dad, it's settled then. I'll go get the quota for Aunt Zhao!"
Working in this unit now, I have many connections with the business units I deal with. I can get almost anything from scarce materials to major personnel transfers.
One time, she went to another company to do some work, and unexpectedly found a store in the yard of that company. There were all kinds of daily necessities in it, absolutely of good quality and low price. With her work ID and business ID, she bought a Russian woolen coat in that store, which was only half the price of the one in Beijing Department Store, which surprised her.
It seems that no matter in ancient or modern times, in China or abroad, those who frequently consume fine products and luxury goods can often enjoy good quality and low prices.
After returning to the office, Jiang Jun quietly gave Secretary Qin a cashmere scarf to thank her for speaking on her behalf when she applied for leave to take care of Chen Yuanwu.
Secretary Qin accepted her gift, and their attitude towards each other became much more harmonious. Sometimes when they met in the water room, they would stop and chat.
Just like that, Jiang Jun asked about how to obtain the work indicators of the Beijing Song and Dance Troupe. After having a general understanding of the handling unit and the person in charge, Rao Xihuan, Jiang Jun found an opportunity to make a career exchange with the other party, which paved the way for Zhao Meilan.
Jiang Yonghua blushed for the first time. "I'll do whatever you say. You can do whatever you want. You're the only one who can do it."
Jiang Yun boasted to Chen Yuanwu with a smile: "Old Wu, wait until you meet Aunt Zhao, and you will know what a true treasure to protect your home is!"
The ethnic minority women in Chuncheng are simply a reproduction of the matriarchal society. The men usually herd cattle, and during the tea picking season, they go out to do short jobs. At home, the women do the farming, taking care of the children, doing the housework, cooking, chopping firewood, washing clothes, etc., and they are hardworking and never complain or regret.
Chen Yuanwu's eyes were full of doting: "Others are others, you are you!"
Since his father-in-law doesn't mind discussing important personnel issues with Yun, he probably won't mind him flirting with Yun either.
Sure enough, Jiang Yonghua turned a blind eye, picked up the teacup and took another sip of water, then asked, "Yun, do you know how Lan is doing recently?"
Jiang Jun shook his head: "I never asked!"
Later, so many things happened that she had no time to go to the art troupe to see Jiang Lan.
Besides, that was Chen Zhong's territory, and everyone knew that Jiang Lan was a relative of the commander. If anything had happened, it would have been reported to Chen Zhong long ago.
Everything was safe and sound, and with so many comrades rehearsing and going to the company together every day, what was there to worry about? Jiang Jun felt that Jiang Yonghua's sentimental character hadn't changed at all.
As a man himself, Chen Yuanwu immediately understood Jiang Yonghua's intention. He was indirectly trying to get Jiang Jun to talk to Jiang Lan about recruiting Meilan. "Uncle Jiang, I'm going to the military headquarters in a couple of days to do some work. I'll take the pickled cabbage you brought to Lan."
He could see that Jiang Lan's attitude towards recruiting Meilan was completely different from Jiang Jun's.
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