"The weather is really cold."
When it snows, they as soldiers have to come out quickly to shovel the snow.
The snow last night was really heavy. Although it has stopped now, the sky is still overcast. It might snow again in the afternoon or evening.
"Captain Su, I heard that the instructor's wife came to the team again yesterday," said the big guy who was one of Su Ziqiao's trusted men, named Zhang Dawei, with a gossipy expression.
"Jiang Jiuming hasn't gone back?" This was something Su Ziqiao didn't know.
"He went back originally, but for some reason, he moved back to the team a while ago," Zhang Dawei said sneakily. "You tell me, he's got a house, and his wife is here with the army. What's the point of squeezing in with us every day?"
The key is, Jiang Jiuming was transferred to their unit as an instructor just last year. He always wears a stern face and speaks in dogmatic terms.
To put it nicely, he's used to ideological work. To put it less nicely, he wants to wield power and assert authority but lacks the capability.
"What, miss your wife?" Su Ziqiao said with a slight smile.
Who wouldn't miss her, but his rank wasn't enough to apply for family accompaniment.
"Work hard. Next year when you get promoted, you can bring your wife over," Su Ziqiao said, patting Zhang Dawei on the shoulder.
"Hmm." Zhang Dawei didn't slack off in his work, shoveling the snow with an iron shovel while nodding vigorously. Suddenly thinking of something, he asked, "You and the captain should also hurry up. Having a wife makes a difference."
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If only his wife could be by his side, that would be perfect.
Work hard, strive for a promotion next year, and bring the wife and kids over as soon as possible.
"I'm not getting married. It's great being single; one person eating fills the whole family," Su Ziqiao said with a laugh, shaking his head.
He still has several older brothers above him who haven't married yet. What's his rush?
Zhang Dawei glanced at Su Ziqiao and sneakily asked, "Is it true about that girl at the Captain's house some time ago?"
"Stop making up stories." Su Ziqiao punched Zhang Dawei, "She's just a young girl who helped us with pickling vegetables."
Gu Lingling is only fifteen or sixteen years old. Their Brother Hai is not that desperate.
Meanwhile, Gu Lingling was just heading back from Wang's house.
"Girl, are you okay?" Wang asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, thank you, grandma." Gu Lingling tried to pull out a smile for her, but it was very forced.
In her previous life at the Overseas Chinese Hotel, the hotel provided medicinal meals for guests, so she naturally knew the harm hawthorn could cause to pregnant women.
Are they that eager to take Yao Ruanqian's life?
The icy winter snow slashed across Gu Lingling's face like knives, but it wasn't as cold as her heart at this moment.
"I've been through the dilemma of protecting the mother or the child," Wang said. "Child, don't blame me for speaking harshly, but in seven or eight out of ten families, they choose to protect the child."
Over the years, having encountered this often, Wang had become numb.
Even so, she still felt a bit uncomfortable speaking out loud, empathizing with the difficulty of being a woman.
This was why when Gu Lingling came to ask her, she shared her inner doubts with this poor child.
She had the right to know.
"Sigh... I don't even know if this is the right thing to do?" Wang shook her head, watching Gu Lingling's retreating figure.