Humph, you are the only one who can make a living in the whole family, and they all rely on us.
Chief of Staff, Chief of Staff Ma, you sound very powerful, but I still don't even have a clear job assignment, so I'm just being an official for nothing."
Ma Zhongping couldn't eat anymore. His wife kept nagging. This woman had a problem with her thinking. He wiped his mouth with his palm:
"That's enough, you're talking so much this morning. Other people's families have nothing to do with you. Just remember, don't say these useless words to your sister-in-law. They are not on the same path as you. It doesn't matter if you embarrass yourself, but don't make me look incompetent."
The family of the second battalion commander across the street, an old man and a young wife, were also having dinner at this time.
Zhang Juan's mind was not on her son Laibao, she was also thinking about Chu Yifeng and Bi Yue.
Zhang Juan thinks that it would be great to marry someone like Bi Yue.
Although they do look much younger than her, she counted on her fingers and found that the twins, a boy and a girl, are already over two years old. Taking into account the time it took for them to get married and get pregnant, they are actually only two or three years younger than her at most, right?
Look at her again. Qu Haijun is 43 years old this year, and this is her second marriage.
His ex-wife was infertile, and the Qu family was upset. It caused quite a stir back then, and Qu Haijun's potential promotion to battalion commander that year was thwarted. That's when the divorce was finalized. Otherwise, how could he, at such an old age and having carried out several critical missions, only be promoted to battalion commander this year?
Then they got to know each other through an introduction.
When she married, she was just over the age for registration and had just finished secondary school. She hadn't wanted to get married, but her family was poor, and everyone in her family said she would have a very happy future if she married an officer.
Well, now that she thinks about it, it's just like that. What worries her most is the nearly twenty-year age difference. Looking at the person next door, comparing yourself to others is really annoying.
Anyone who is not stupid can see the economic conditions. They are in good condition, of similar age, look alike, and even their heights and builds make them a match.
When she first met Chu Yifeng, she heard that he came from a military family. At that time, she wondered: Who would be so lucky as to marry this young leader?
When I saw them, I realized that they were incomparable to the brother and sister-in-law across the street.
Qu Haijun loves his wife very much. She is his little wife. He loves her very much since he married her.
Not to mention that this young wife loves beauty and loves to spend money recklessly to support her parents, even when it's cold or hot, she's sentimental like Lin Daiyu, and he has to flatter her. Noticing that she's not eating well, he picked up a pair of potato chips and put them in Zhang Juan's bowl: "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
"Old Qu, how come they're so rich? When we opened the sack yesterday, we found four blankets. I've never seen a woman drive a car, but Commander Chu's wife is driving one. Did Commander Chu buy it for her? Or is her family well-off to begin with, making them a good match?"
"Hey! I was wondering what you were thinking. What about Brigadier General Chu buying it for us? We all get the same allowance at different levels, and we have a fixed amount. I don't usually read the newspaper, but I heard Wang Daniu mention it, and I heard others mention it too. They said the lover of the brigade commander next door is the richest person in which place? Is it her family or her? Well, I can't remember, but she's the richest person in Kyoto anyway."
"The richest man?"
Qu Haijun laughed and said, "Why would you ask about that? We have nothing to do with them. Juan'er, they're not from the same family as us. Think about it, Brigadier General Chu is several ranks higher than me at such a young age. Is he an ordinary person? So, how could he marry someone from an ordinary family? He's in heaven, and we on earth should just worry about earthly matters, okay?"
The same goes for the political commissar's family. Sister Cui is very sincere. She told Political Commissar Song how good her sister Bi Yue is, and she was not arrogant at all.
It's not that people from the same family don't get along well. Song Ruisheng said after hearing this:
"If there's anything I can help with, my sister-in-law is new here, so please help me out. It's all good as long as you two get along well."
Conversations like these occurred more or less at the dinner tables of every household in the several residential buildings. A new arrival, a very conspicuous one at that, and the arrival of a family member of a top leader, would have seemed perfectly normal even if Bi Yue had heard it herself.
What's more, she couldn't hear it because it was time for dinner at her house and Colonel Chu came back with breakfast on his shoulders and in his hands.
Bi Yue squatted in front of her daughter and son and laughed: "Why did Daddy dress you like this?" She took off the marching caps of her two children, and the veils were still covering their faces.
Xiaoxi put her arms around Bi Yue's neck and said, "Mom, it's windy outside. Dad said not to blow in my eyes."
The little dragon twisted his little body and ran to the kitchen in a hurry.
Bi Yue heard her son say, "Dad, wash your hands. You can only take the buns after you wash your hands."
At the dinner table, these two clever little guys kept their mouths busy while eating. They ate quickly and well by themselves without missing a beat to express their opinions and talk to their dad.
Xiaoxi: "This house is so small, not even as big as a village."
Chu Yifeng scooped a spoonful of tofu for his daughter: "Where is grandma's village? How big are the houses in that village? Is it good?"
Xiaoxi made a circle with her hands and said, "It's big now. It's bigger than grandma's house and can climb stairs. Dad, dad, I mean, not as good as, not as good as?"
Bi Yue helped her answer: "Not as good as the other families in Zhaojiatun, right?"
"Yes, it's not as good as others."
The little dragon nodded: "I don't like it here. I don't want to be here."
Chu Yifeng was under so much psychological pressure. Whether he came or not, the children first disliked his place: "Why?"
The little dragon man finished chewing his bun before replying, "You can't play football."
Chu Yifeng picked him up, which scared Bi Yue because the child was eating.
The big man held the little boy and pointed out the window:
"See, son? Those older brothers with schoolbags on their backs will be playing football as soon as the sun comes out. There's a primary school not far from here with lots of older brothers and sisters. You can go play with them. They're all your playmates. What does this mean?"
The little dragon man was confused: "What?"
"A big home is useless. We men belong to the outside world. There's nothing bigger than the outside world."
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