Chapter 27: Tricks in the words

Luo Jijun was 1.85 meters, and he stood there in a military uniform. Everything around him was dim. The calm momentum made him look like a mature charm. He was not like a twenty-eight-year-old man, and he was like a person who had been in power for many years.

"I heard that you are doing small business these days?" Luo Jijun also heard about it from several comrades-in-arms.

After hearing it, he didn't believe it, but thinking about the more he contacted his wife, the more he wanted to explore. Luo Jijun also believed it. He always felt that there were many fans in his wife. The more he wanted to understand her, the more he felt that he couldn't see through her, with a kind of **.

"If you have nothing to do, just encourage it." Zhang Guilan didn't explain much.

Luo Jijun raised his eyebrows, and his sharp sword eyebrows raised a height beautifully. "I heard that you still asked the villagers nearby to collect mung beans for you?"

I've found out all about it. It doesn't mean that I've heard about it, right?

Zhang Guilan didn't know what he suddenly meant by asking this. "I used to learn to make mung bean cake with people at home. When I went to the city to see someone buy it, I learned to make some."

"There is a kindergarten in the hospital. Do you want me to arrange it for you?" Luo Jijun's black eyes stared at the soldiers being trained on the training ground, but the afterglow in the corners of his eyes had been paying attention to the expression of Zhang Guilan beside him.

"The children in the courtyard add up to three or four people. The work should be given to those who need it. I'm impetuous and I'm afraid that I can't take good care of the children." On the surface, she is thinking of others, but in fact, Zhang Guilan really doesn't want to go.

There are only two residential buildings in the whole compound. Together, there are more than 20 households. Not every family has children. You don't need to open Zhang Guilan to know what it will be like. Even if she lives a new life, she remembers these things too clearly. There is a kindergarten in the courtyard, and there are a total of four children and The mother had no job, so she was assigned to the kindergarten, saying that it was the kindergarten. To be precise, she coaxed several children together. As a result, the four children always fought together, which made the mothers of the last few children blush when they met. In the end, the kindergarten ended up silently. She didn't go in. Intbation.

Guan Jian was really involved in the last life, and she was also arranged by Luo Jijun. She had a bad temper at that time. She quarreled with her child's parents on the first day. Finally, Luo Jijun went to apologize to others, because Luo Jijun lived in the army for more than a month and did not go home. Now she mention it When she arrived at the kindergarten, Zhang Guilan remembered these things.

"Are you used to it here?" Just as Zhang Guilan felt that the two had nothing to say, Luo Jijun spoke again.

Zhang Guilan nodded, "It's okay."

After living for two lifetimes, how can I not get used to it? Besides, in the last life, I finally died alone in a wooden house. In contrast, it was really good at this time.

"This month's branch, I'll give Milan 20 to let her buy clothes, and you can take the 20 to your home." Luo Jijun took out two pieces from his pocket and handed them over.

Zhang Guilan didn't answer, "I still have money here. You can keep it for something urgent."

"Milan has just arrived in the city, and there is no one to rely on. When she works, I won't care." Luo Jijun thought of what his wife said he wanted to divorce that day. After thinking about it, he thought it was time to explain it.

Zhang Guilan turned her head and looked at him with a smile, "I understand that you don't pay Milan for clothes. I also want to buy clothes for her. Although she is three years older than me, after all, she is an unmarried girl, and she can't dress too poor."

"We rural people, as long as we dress cleanly, are all poor, and we are afraid of poverty. Urban people, you can see that they wear beautiful clothes, and some of them are serious people." Luo Jijun suddenly said such a sentence, which made Zhang Guilan a little unreacted.

I understand the next moment. Is this man talking to her?

Zhang Guilan thought it was funny. Where did her performance make Luo Jijun feel that she was fascinated by the life of the people in the city? Doing business? It's unlikely, right?

With a move of his mind, Zhang Guilan had a teasing idea. "I haven't heard that it's not serious to dress beautifully. We don't talk about others in the yard, but say that Camp Chief Yang's lover goes to work every day, but no one says that she is not serious."

Luo Jijun's eyes flashed, thinking that he underestimated the little woman's thoughts. Is this talking about his last time with Shang Hong? Thinking through this, Luo Jijun was not unhappy at all. Such an intible thought aroused Luo Jijun's combat effectiveness.

"She is a teacher. You should pay attention to be a teacher. Naturally, you should pay more attention to this aspect."

"Teachers pay attention to clothes, and soldiers pay attention to dress neatly, which is military discipline. There are reasonable excuses. On the contrary, if the people pay attention to clothes, they will be said to be improper, which is unfair."

"What I mean is not a person who pays attention to clothes normally, but a person who only spends on clothes every day, which is decadent capitalism." Luo Jijun's righteous words are like swearing an oath under the banner of the army.

Zhang Guilan was defeated by a sentence of 'capitalism'. People in this era really like to say this sentence the most. Obviously, she and Luo Jijun are not only the problem of collusion, but also the problem of the era in the middle.

"Then ask Camp Chief Luo, should I make two holes in this dress and trousers?" Zhang Guilan looked at him with a smile and was very satisfied to see the blue veins on his forehead jumping up after hearing the words.

"The troops are training, and you don't want to stay here longer." Luo Jijun left his words and walked away.

Zhang Guilan curled his lips. This man was really not ordinary stingy. He shook his sleeves away after a word. He really didn't take away a cloud, but Zhang Guilan was in a good mood and hummed a little song back to the courtyard.

Luo Jijun, who didn't notice that he had gone far away, staggered after hearing her humming song, but soon regained his straight pace. Zhang Guilan's humming song was a nunchaku, or the Northeast version.