Framed at the beginning: Female educated youth forced to marry disabled military officer

Meng Xiaoman secretly wrote down the characteristics of the golden cherry blossoms, thinking about going into the mountain alone later and getting a few trees into the space. Thinking of Xiao Xiangdong's words, there are many good things on this mountain. On the way back, if he saw something he didn't recognize, he would ask him to tell him what it was and what its use was.

Except for a very few, Xiao Xiangdong didn't know, but he could tell one, two, or three about them all.

"You know a lot, don't you?"

"I have been running in the mountains since I was a child. I know a little bit about it. Later I became a soldier. I also studied for a period of time in order to go out on field missions." When there is no supply, they have to learn to survive in the deep mountains and old forests, what can be eaten and what can be used as medicine. You need to know something about which ones are used and which ones are poisonous.

Meng Xiaoman rarely heard him talk about being a soldier. Now that he mentioned it, he asked curiously.

"Is it hard to be a soldier? Do you like being a soldier?"

"It's hard, I can't say. I probably like it. I haven't thought about it. I just think I'm more suitable there."

Although the body is very tired, the spirit is very relaxed.

Even if you encounter a difficult task and are highly nervous, as long as you focus on the goal, try every means, and try your best, you will always get the exact result. Success or failure, the ending is simple.

Even if you fail, you can find the reason, learn a lesson, and avoid it next time.

Xiao Xiangdong likes this kind of thing where everything is clear, definite and rational.

If he were asked to compare, which one was more difficult, conquering a bunker or winning a woman's heart. He would choose the latter without hesitation.

Meng Xiaoman asked him what life was like as a soldier. Xiao Xiangdong picked a few that did not involve confidentiality and were more interesting and told her.

Meng Xiaoman listened and thought about his own martial arts training.

Meng Xiaoman had never mentioned going to the black market to Xiao Xiangdong, so naturally she couldn't use this as an excuse. After thinking about it, the incident about being injured by Xiao Daqing that day was more convincing. So after Xiao Xiangdong finished speaking, he told Xiao Xiangdong that he wanted to learn martial arts.

Learning martial arts is very hard work. Meng Xiaoman has to work every day, which is already very hard. Xiao Xiangdong can't bear to make her more tired.

But the reasons she gave couldn't make her refuse.

He couldn't give her enough protection. If she wanted to avoid something like this happening, she had to strengthen herself.

Xiao Xiangdong nodded, thinking about how to make some simple self-defense weapons for her.

At night, while feeling the swelling on his forehead, Meng Xiaoman moved the kang table to both sides.

If you dream again at night, your face will be bruised and it will be over.

Xiao Xiangdong looked at the kang bed that had shortened by half a meter between the two of them. His heart moved slightly, and he quietly pulled his mattress a few centimeters closer.

Because she was digging canals and had to bring lunch to work, Xiao Xiangdong got up early and spread out pancakes for her.

The pancakes are made of white flour and cornmeal. Xiao Xiangdong also added egg liquid and chopped green onion. The pancakes are fried until they are brown and fragrant, making people's appetite whet their appetites.

The corn and sweet potato porridge is cooked. The lumpy sweet potatoes will soften and turn into dregs when picked up with chopsticks. It seems that it has been cooking for a long time.

As soon as he got up in the morning, Meng Xiaoman ran a lap along the foot of the mountain.

Xiao Xiangdong looked at her cheeks that were more rosy due to exercise and advised: "There is no rush to learn martial arts. You can wait until you finish this round before starting."

The construction of water conservancy projects is a policy requirement, and the brigade has to do it every year. This work is usually arranged in winter, which is very tiring.

"It's okay," Meng Xiaoman shook his head, "In ancient times, heroes started practicing martial arts at the age of three. It's already very late for me."

Xiao Xiangdong felt that she seemed to have some exaggerated illusions about learning martial arts, "The books are all lies. Let me explain in advance that learning martial arts can only be used for self-defense and physical fitness, and you can never fly over walls."

Lest you become disillusioned and come to settle accounts with him.

In the past, there was a young man among the soldiers he led. He felt that practicing martial arts could open up the eight extraordinary meridians and achieve flying over the walls. After his dream was shattered, he cried bitterly and wanted to live or die. He howled that his ideals in life were shattered and he was so shocked that he couldn't think of anything. To retire.

Later, the instructors from several battalions took turns to go into battle. After a while of persuasion, they finally stopped.

Meng Xiaoman couldn't help laughing when she saw him saying such magical words in a serious manner, "I'm not a three-year-old child."

After the run, Meng Xiaoman had a good appetite. She drank a large bowl of soft and smooth hot porridge and ate two pieces of egg and green onion pancakes before going to work with the lunch Xiao Xiangdong packed for her.

The egg and scallion pancakes in the aluminum lunch box were filled with two spoonfuls of spicy and salty dried radish, and a full pot of boiling water was filled with a military kettle.

Meng Xiaoman took the things and suddenly felt that she was a bit like those husbands in Japanese dramas who left home to work, while Xiao Xiangdong was a virtuous wife who stayed at home.

So he became mischievous, patted Xiao Xiangdong's shoulder, and said in a rough voice: "Thank you for your hard work, madam. Please stay at home and look after the house."

After saying that, he looked at Xiao Xiangdong's stunned expression and ran away contentedly.

"How naughty." Xiao Xiangdong looked at her running away and whispered.

After Meng Xiaoman turned the corner and disappeared, Xiao Xiangdong turned back to the small courtyard.

Not only was he not angry when his wife teased him as a woman, he was actually a little sweet inside.

After Xiao Xiangdong realized this, he suppressed the raised corners of his mouth and secretly despised himself as worthless.

Meng Xiaoman met Sister Fang on the road, and the two went to the gathering place together.

Although the weather was cold, Meng Xiaoman only wore a thin cotton-padded jacket because she had to work.

She didn't feel it at home just now, but now, when she was walking on the road, the cold wind blew, and she felt cold, so cold that she couldn't help but sneeze.

Sister Fang touched the clothes she was wearing and exclaimed: "Oh my god, sister, why are you wearing so little? If you go back to work, you will get frostbite again."

Meng Xiaoman sniffed, "It's inconvenient to work with thick clothes, and I'm afraid that I'll sweat and catch a cold easily."

When Sister Fang heard what she said, she knew that she had no experience, so she told her, "It is indeed convenient to wear less clothes when working, but you should wear more clothes on the way to and from work. When working, take off your clothes." Just come down. Put it on after you finish your work. This way you won't catch cold and you'll still be warm on the road."

"That's it." Meng Xiaoman really didn't expect that the place where the ditch was dug was in the wilderness, and there was still room to put clothes.

Sister Fang waved her hands, "They are all shabby coats, how can they be so particular? Just find a dry place and put them casually." After saying that, she glanced at Meng Xiaoman's clothes, "Don't wear such good materials next time. , it would be a pity if someone stole it later."

These days, there is a shortage of food and clothing, and cotton and fabrics are expensive. For families with many children, several children have to take turns wearing a cotton-padded jacket.

Every year when ditches are dug, some members throw away their cotton-padded jackets.

But what Meng Xiaoman didn't expect was that the matter of throwing a cotton-padded jacket would happen that day, and the person involved was an acquaintance.