Marry an officer at the beginning, wear a book girl and play songs every day

"Mother Song, you are so kind. We haven't had enough food in a long time. I'm really not hungry at all now."

Anmin touched his belly, looked at the candy in his hand, and said with a happy smile.

"This is a schoolbag I bought for you. What grade are you in now?"

Song Ranran handed the schoolbag that Gu Beicheng placed on the table to Anguo and Anmin, and asked gently.

"Mother Song, we haven't gone to school yet, but my father taught us to study every day. When can we go to school?"

Anmin took the schoolbag with both hands, caressed it cherishingly, looked at Song Ranran expectantly and asked.

"When Haidao Elementary School starts, I will take you to register."

"Anguo, Anmin, have you thought about your future names?"

We'll be on the train tomorrow, and they should have a discussion in the morning.

"Mother Song, I will be called Gu Aiguo from now on, and my younger brother will be called Gu Aimin. This is the most common name, and it can also preserve our original names."

"Yes, from now on I will call you patriotic and patriotic."

"We will go out to buy some fabrics later. If you are hungry, you can eat some snacks and bananas to fill your stomach."

"I know, Mother Song."

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"Daughter-in-law, it's almost time, we can set off."

Once there are many people at home, Gu Beicheng doesn't want to talk too much.

He missed the time when it was just the two of them.

At that time, all Song Ranran's thoughts and eyes would be on herself.

"Love the country and love the people. We are going out. Remember to lock the door."

"Mother Song, come back soon!"

"I got it, good son!"

Song Ranran closed the door with a smile on her face, looked at Gu Beicheng with a dark look, raised her eyebrows and said with a smile:

"What's your expression? These are the two children you decided to adopt."

"Ahem! Nowadays, children just need to be fed and clothed. You don't have to spend so much time on them."

Gu Beicheng was worried that Song Ranran would not accept it before, but he did not expect that not only would she accept it well, but she would also do better than her biological parents of this era.

"Since you have decided to raise them, you must be responsible for them. Children at this age are in the rebellious stage. You must treat them with the right attitude so that they will be obedient."

"The one who is currently under supervision will be locked up next month, and the child's two aunts and uncles will also be implicated and sent down to deal with the root cause of the disease."

"The whereabouts of the two children will be unknown after that. Isn't that why you are anxious to adopt them?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Song Ranran stood on tiptoes and whispered into Gu Beicheng's ear.

Gu Beicheng is still not used to the sudden addition of two children.

After Song Ranran knew the surnames of the two children, she guessed the general situation.

This is one of the reasons why she must have two children and change their names.

"Daughter-in-law, don't say this kind of thing outside in the future. Just know it in your heart."

Gu Beicheng's eyes glanced around. It was almost noon. Everyone was not waiting to get off work. Those at home were also cooking or waiting to eat.

There was no one walking on the street.

In this era, eating is a top priority.

There are many people in every household, and if you are slow for a minute, you may go hungry.

"What a coincidence, Auntie, you are off work."

Song Ranran put more than a dozen bags of sugar in the satchel Gu Beicheng was carrying when no one was around.

"Girl, my house is quite crowded, so don't be too surprised when the time comes."

The middle-aged woman looked at the clothes of the two people and saw that they were not short of money and their family conditions must be good.

They had never seen ordinary people's rooms, so it would be bad if they were too surprised and screamed.

There are many neighbors in the corridor, so it would be bad to attract them all.

"Auntie, we are not the ones to make a fuss."

Song Ranran and Gu Beicheng followed the middle-aged woman in front of them and entered a tube building.

The middle-aged woman's home is on the second floor. There are three generations living in the two-bedroom and one-living room.

It's time to get off work now, everyone is here.

It was so crowded that Song Ranran had nowhere to put her feet.

"You all go out for a walk and come back. This is a distant relative who comes to replace the defective cloth."

Song Ranran waited for a few older people to go out, then led Gu Beicheng and followed the middle-aged woman into the room.

There were seven or eight children in the room, crowded on one bed.

There was no kang for warmth, so several children lay shoulder to shoulder, nestled in the quilt, relying on each other's body heat to keep warm.

"These defective cloths only have some uneven colors at the ends of the cloth. The cloth is all good. You can see how much you want."

The middle-aged woman took out three pieces of fabric from the attic, two pieces of muslin and one piece of corduroy fabric.

They are all dark-colored fabrics, and the color difference looks quite serious.

Song Ranran thought it was okay. The dark blue muslin had a bit of a gradient feel to it.

"I want this piece of muslin and this piece of corduroy. How many feet of cloth do you have and a pound of sugar?"

White sugar is a hard currency in this era. In the future, ordinary white sugar will be a scarce resource now.

White sugar can provide very high energy and can become an emergency life-saving food for soldiers.

In the hands of some unknown masters, sugar can also be made into explosives.

Sprinkling some sugar on the wound can also disinfect and sterilize it.

The price of white sugar on the black market is two yuan and a half per pound, but there is no market.

"I got the cloth at an internal price. The two pieces you picked are complete pieces of cloth. I'll charge you thirty pounds of sugar together. Do you think that's okay?"

The middle-aged women were unsure. It was the Chinese New Year, and the price of sugar on the black market was a few cents more expensive than usual.

She estimated the amount because they were not short of money.

"Auntie, can you have less? We didn't bring so much sugar. At this time, the price of sugar is more expensive than usual."

"Everyone who could make clothes years ago has already made new clothes to wear. You don't know how long the fabric will be pressed in your hands."

"Twenty-eight pounds? At least twenty-five pounds of sugar. If it's any less, I won't sell it."

The middle-aged woman looked at the two people who were calm, gritted her teeth, and told the amount she had originally estimated.

"Auntie, don't tell me. We just brought twenty-five kilograms of sugar. If you ask for one more kilogram, we can't give it to you."

Song Ranran put her hand into the satchel Gu Beicheng was carrying and put a few packets of sugar into the space.

She took out the rest of the sugar from her bag one by one and gave it to the middle-aged woman to check.

"Oh, this is all high-quality white sugar. Auntie is taking advantage of you. I will give you a bag of cloth to add to your hair later."

The middle-aged woman looked at the sugar in front of her and smiled from ear to ear.

The white sugar in the oil paper bag is as white as snow, without any yellowing impurities. It is a high-quality product for gift giving.

Those pieces of cloth are the leftover pieces of fabric she cut each time over the years.

She used everything she could, and the remaining pieces of cloth were all colorful.

These pieces of cloth are her hidden benefits from working as a waiter in a supply and marketing cooperative.