The couple made a living in the 1950s

At this time, in the family building of the military district compound in Yang City.

Sanbao and Jiang Mingbo were also having dinner.

She and Mingbo usually went to work at 8 am and got off work at 4 pm.

She took a military vehicle from the city to the military district compound every day, and it was around 6 pm.

Sometimes the weather was bad and the road was difficult to walk, so she could only get home around 7 pm.

Usually, Mingbo cooked dinner alone at home.

On Sundays, she would make some delicious food for Mingbo herself.

Dong Dong Dong...

Jiang Mingbo had just helped his wife peel the chicken skin off the chicken when he heard a knock on the door.

He smiled and put down his chopsticks, got up and opened the door.

Jiang Mingbo looked at the strange woman standing outside the door, and a trace of subtle doubt flashed across his eyes.

"You are Jiang Zhengwei, right? I am Liu Dahua."

"My husband is Fang Dawei, the head of the 36th Regiment."

Sanbao heard that it was a new neighbor, and she also stood up and walked to the door.

"You are the wife of Political Commissar Jiang. You are so pretty."

Liu Dahua looked at the young woman in front of her, and a gleam flashed in her eyes.

This person looks like a vixen, and she seems restless.

"Sister-in-law, is there something wrong?"

"I came to recognize the house. No one was home when I moved in yesterday."

Sanbao glanced at Liu Dahua's back and reached out to gently close the door.

She turned around and pouted at Jiang Mingbo. The way this new neighbor looked at her was unpleasant.

Jiang Mingbo looked at his wife's creamy face and couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch it.

"Don't worry about her. Let's continue to eat dinner."

At this moment, Liu Dahua was also talking to Fang Dawei about Sanbao and Jiang Mingbo.

"Old Fang, the wife of Political Commissar Jiang is as beautiful as the people in the painting."

"I don't know if Political Commissar Jiang can support her."

Fang Dawei put down the newspaper in his hand after hearing this.

He stared at her.

"Everything in the army must be disciplined. It's not like when you were in the village, you could just make up some nonsense and no one would bother you."

"If you affect my promotion."

"I'll send you back to the countryside."

Liu Dahua gradually calmed down. She looked at Fang Dawei's gloomy face and nodded.

Her man had a square face and looked honest.

In fact, he had wanted to leave her a long time ago.

If not, she would have given birth to two big fat boys for the old Fang family.

Her parents-in-law still liked her.

Now, she might have given up her position to some little vixen.

Liu Dahua glanced at her two sons who were happily eating scrambled eggs on the table.

There was a trace of bitterness in her eyes.

Men are unreliable now, and the children are not old enough.

If she doesn't do better, she doesn't know what her life will be like.

At night, Sanbao took good care of her skin and hair.

Climbed onto the bed and nestled into Jiang Mingbo's arms.

Jiang Mingbo put down the newspaper in his hand, lowered his head and kissed her hair.

"Don't you like Fang Dawei's family?"

"Yeah."

Sanbao nodded slowly, and suddenly remembered that he might not see it.

She responded again.

"The sister-in-law who came today has a dishonest look."

"Being her neighbor in the future, there may not be fewer troubles."

"It's troublesome enough to have Pan Zhaodi in our building."

"Where is Liu An's sister-in-law?"

"How is she?"

Sanbao found a comfortable sleeping position in Jiang Mingbo's arms.

Thinking carefully, she had a few brief contacts with Zhang Cuiyan.

Zhang Cuiyan is a straightforward person.

She is a teacher in the military primary school, and she works in Yang City.

They usually have to go to work, so there is not much time for contact.

As she thought about it, her upper and lower eyelids stuck together.

"Wei Guoqiang, who said I stole things..."

"Who said that? I'll go find him."

"Be good...close your eyes and continue to sleep."

"Don't be afraid..."

Jiang Mingbo felt the person in his arms and shivered with fear.

He quickly hugged her tighter and reached out to touch her little head.

The soundproofing of this house is not good, and his wife is almost asleep.

He was awakened by Pan Zhaodi's shout downstairs.

Jiang Mingbo raised his hand to cover the ears of the person in his arms.

There are rumors that Pan Zhaodi stole things in the family building.

Recently, Wei Guoqiang and his wife would quarrel from time to time.

Everyone has long been accustomed to it.

At this moment, Wei Guoqiang's house downstairs.

His son Wei Jun had already gone to sleep in his room.

He sat on the chair with a gloomy face, looking at Pan Zhaodi for a moment.

"From now on, don't take advantage of your neighbors."

"You are also not allowed to steal."

Pan Zhaodi met his gaze and couldn't help but shrink.

She lowered her head and said nothing.

Wei Guoqiang didn't hear her rebuttal, and his heart sank little by little.

Time passed in a flash.

Until 1In December 1968, junior high school and high school students who graduated in 1966, 1967, and 1968.

As long as they did not have a job and were not the only child, they all participated in the rural relocation program.

Fang Jun of the Li family and Ruyang of the Ding family did not catch up with these three batches.

Other families in the courtyard were not so lucky.

For a time, the courtyard was gloomy.

At the beginning, everyone was looking for ways to arrange jobs for their children.

Escape from going to the countryside.

Now is not the time when voluntary relocation to the countryside was proposed in the first few years.

In those years, many young people took the initiative to sign up to go to the countryside with their passion.

Some people applied to go to the countryside in 1955.

They have never come back until now.

Everyone knows what it means for educated youth to go to the countryside.

Later, there were really no jobs.

Each household began to study how to assign their children to rural areas close to Beijing as educated youth.

There are many cases of parents, brothers and sisters turning against each other because of a quota.

In April, the Bai family courtyard is full of flowers and full of vitality.

Begonias, white magnolias, peonies and lilacs are all in full bloom.

At this moment, after dinner.

Lin Yuyu and Bai Ye are playing with their two little granddaughters under the pergola.

"Mom..."

She heard the voice of her eldest son coming from outside the moon gate and stood up quickly.

Go to open the door for him.

"You're back."

"Yeah."

Dabao met his mother's smiling eyes and couldn't help but hug her gently.

Just like his mother hugged him when he was a child.

"Dad, I'm back."

Bai Ye looked at his eldest son who was in good spirits.

Nodded with relief.

"Yeah, go put the things in the house first."

In the kitchen, Meng Xiaoou saw her husband coming back from the window.

I wanted to go out to greet him a long time ago, but I didn't move because of my face.

Now, I saw him walking into the house.

I hurried out of the kitchen and followed him back to the bedroom.

Dabao looked at his wife who followed him into the bedroom.

He couldn't help but reach out and hug her, kissing her cherry-like delicate and rosy mouth hard.

After the kiss, he bent down again and gently pressed his forehead against her fair and beautiful forehead.

"How are you doing? Have you received the salary that the company mails back to me every month?"

"I live very comfortably every day, but I always miss you."

Meng Xiaoou sat on the sofa with Dabao and leaned on him gently.

"Wife, I am sorry for you."

"Qingyi, I am willing."

"Hehe..." Dabao looked at his wife's serious look.

He lowered his head and pecked her eyes gently.