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

"Uncle, you are all real people. I can't take advantage of you. Here is two hundred and eighteen yuan."

"This packet of sugar can be considered as congratulations to your eldest daughter for having a baby."

Song Ranran placed the banknotes and sugar in front of the black-faced uncle and waited for him to count them.

"It should."

"Why are you still spending money!"

Such a big bag of white sugar was so expensive that the black-faced uncle was embarrassed to accept the money as a gift.

"This is for your eldest daughter, not for you. Just accept it. Having a baby takes away your vitality, so you should make up for it more."

The sugar in Song Ranran's space is all cane sugar, not industrially synthesized white sugar.

Sucrose can produce fluid, moisturize dryness, relieve cough and asthma, and supplement various energy needs of the human body.

"Then let me thank you on behalf of my eldest daughter and son-in-law."

"Don't worry, every time I send you dry goods, I can guarantee that they are the cleanest and most hygienic on the entire island."

The black-faced uncle saw that even the kitchen was kept spotless, with all kinds of items and household items neatly placed.

I heard that this couple came from Yanjing and they are both very particular people.

He has to tell his family every day that all the work must be clean and hygienic.

There are no people on this island who are as generous as them and can accept so many goods.

"I can rest assured about this. One look at your clothes, I can tell that your family is full of clean and hygienic people."

It was almost twelve o'clock when Song Ranran sent the black-faced uncle out of the hospital.

There was fresh seafood today and she steamed a sea bass.

Coconut crabs are also steamed, as well as fresh prawns, so we can only wait until Gu Beicheng comes back to stir-fry them.

Song Ranran estimated the time and opened the courtyard door.

Sure enough, Gu Beicheng appeared in her sight. When their eyes met, it was like there was an invisible thread between them pulling them.

Gu Beicheng sped up and caught Song Ranran who was rushing towards him.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then picked her up with one hand.

Pushing the bicycle into the courtyard with his right hand, he closed the courtyard door.

"Brother Beicheng, I made steamed sea bass and steamed crab today, and I'm just waiting for your stir-fried prawns."

Song Ranran took out a wet handkerchief from the space and wiped the sweaty Gu Beicheng's face.

"Thank you for your hard work, wife. It only takes a few minutes to stir-fry the prawns."

Gu Beicheng shook his little wife sitting on his arm, feeling warm in his heart.

Maybe it's because people in this era are more reserved, and the enthusiastic Song Ranran seems too special in this era.

She had eaten up Gu Beicheng, who was cold on the outside but fiery on the inside.

"Brother Beicheng, I want to personally invite you for the reward!"

Gu Beicheng didn't smell bad even when he was sweating, and it was particularly attractive to her.

Song Ranran smelled the fragrance of his sweat, and her lips were about to move.

Gu Beicheng understood. After a deep French kiss, both of them were satisfied.

Song Ranran sat lazily on the chair and looked at Gu Beicheng who was cooking seriously.

When he peels shrimps, he moves neatly and crisply, and when he dances with the spatula, he is also very handsome.

"It's time to eat, wife!"

Gu Beicheng put the dishes on the table, scratched her nose and reminded her.

"Oh well!"

Song Ranran came to her senses and took out the rice bowl and iced tea from the space.

Gu Beicheng had two hours at noon, and it would take almost an hour to get back.

After finishing the meal, there was not much time left.

Song Ranran did not disturb his lunch break and lay next to him, thinking about making clothes for him.

When it was almost time for him to set off, Song Ranran kissed his thin, red lips.

Gu Beicheng raised his head to stop Song Ranran, who was about to slip away, and aggressively pried open her teeth...

He didn't let her go until she abandoned her ashes and repeatedly begged for mercy.

"Go to work quickly, don't be late."

Song Ranran looked at him with watery eyes, saw that he was still smiling, pouted, and glared at him dissatisfied.

"Daughter-in-law, wait for me to come back!"

Gu Beicheng didn't feel too good either. He lowered his head and glanced at his watch. Seeing that there was still some time, he kissed her comfortingly... ..

Song Ranran didn't even know when Gu Beicheng left.

When she came back to her senses, she was a little curious, where did he learn this novel technique.

Gu Beicheng took a jeep back to the military camp, which gave him an extra ten minutes.

She had to send packages and letters in the afternoon, so Gu Beicheng left the bicycle to her.

After sending packages and letters, it is more convenient to take a bicycle back after buying a sewing machine.

There is only one long street in the center of the island, which can be found by all road warriors.

The post office, supply and marketing cooperative, grain and oil station, and hospital are all nearby.

There are also houses under construction next to it. As the population increases in some areas, the previous shops look particularly small.

Not to mention holidays, people come and go on ordinary days.

Song Ranran queued up to send the parcels and letters, straightened her crooked straw hat, and walked directly to the supply and marketing cooperative with her cart.

The supply and marketing cooperative is the largest and tallest building in the surrounding area. Fortunately, not many people came to visit the supply and marketing cooperative in the afternoon.

In this era, bicycles also had license plates, so there was no need to worry about them being stolen.

Song Ranran parked her bicycle in front of the supply and marketing cooperative and walked into the supply and marketing cooperative.

"Why don't you let me try it on? It's not like I can't afford it!"

Gu Tiantian's sharp and familiar voice came from not far away?

Song Ranran sensed that Gu Tiantian's current personality was getting more and more irritable.

Anyone who goes from a little girl who has no worries about food and clothing and doesn't have to work to a farmer who has to get up early and work late every day to repair the earth will be upset and angry.

If it were her, she would also have a bad temper.

Song Ranran was shocked when she saw that Gu Tiantian's skin had become dark and rough in just over two months, almost like a rural girl.

She raised her hand and looked at her fair and tender arms, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Her daily maintenance is very good.

Even if she doesn't go out, she will put on sunscreen.

"This is a really good skirt. It's soft and smooth. It won't wrinkle or fade. If you buy it, you can wear it however you want."

The salesperson pointed to a floral dress hanging on the wall.

"Take it off and let me feel it. I have to feel the material before I decide whether to buy it or not!"

The Liang skirt that Gu Tiantian brought over was worn out after being borrowed by her best friend who lived with her, so she decided to buy another one.

"If someone touches it and touches it, how can I sell it if it gets dirty?"

The salesperson looked arrogant and glanced at her with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

She paid attention to Tiantian because she was wearing a good-quality shirt, otherwise she wouldn't waste any time talking to her.

"How much did it cost, I bought it!"

Gu Tiantian was furious when she saw the look in her eyes, and she slapped the counter hard and said loudly.

"Twenty-five yuan with a cloth ticket, thirty yuan without a cloth ticket."

When the salesperson saw that she confirmed that she wanted to buy, she stood up straight and quoted the price.

This piece of clothing is almost equivalent to her monthly salary.

Ordinary people cannot afford clothes and skirts made by Deliang.

"It's so expensive. My dress only costs eighteen yuan."

Gu Tiantian touched the money in her pocket, but it seemed that she didn't have enough money to buy this skirt.

"How much fabric are there in the short sleeves on your body? Then look at how long this skirt is."

The salesperson thought she wanted to buy it, so she became more polite and took off the skirt to show her.