Refuse to join the Wansui Army, I will build an ace division

It was already evening when we returned to the courtyard.

"father!"

As soon as I entered the door, a little boy came running over, followed by another little boy of four or five years old, stumbling as he ran.

“Slow down!”

Yan Bugui bent down and picked up the younger one, wiped the stains off his face with his sleeve, and scolded him, "Dad told you not to run so fast. What if you get bumped?"

The little boy was laughing so hard, his face was rosy, he was so cute.

Yan Bugui looked at the older one again, frowned and said, "I asked you to look after your brother, but you just ran around with him, right?"

The boy stammered and was unable to speak.

"Go back quickly, your mother should be cooking!"

Yan Bugui glared at him, but couldn't help but touch his little head.

The boy then smiled and asked excitedly, "Dad, how many fish did you catch today?"

"Not a single catch!"

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, the boy immediately became depressed.

"What? You only know how to eat meat! You little brats are eating me to death. You two little wolf cubs eat so much every day. Our family can't afford to feed you!"

Yan Bugui snorted coldly.

Hearing this, Li Xiangyang couldn't help laughing.

The way he said this really sounds like what Yan Laokou said!

However, although Yan Bugui said this, Li Xiangyang noticed that he tightened his arms around his son.

The two children are Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang. Yan Bugui currently has only two children, and the pressure of life is not that great. He still loves his two children quite a lot.

When the third child Yan Jiekuang and the youngest child Yan Jiedi were born, Yan Bugui would probably become a screen character.

However, this is not his fault.

It takes some skills to raise four children.

"Brother Xiangyang!"

The two children greeted him politely.

Li Xiangyang smiled and nodded as a response.

"Xiaoyang, let's go back first!"

Yan Bugui reminded him again, "Remember, don't go against your dad!"

Li Xiangyang gave a bitter smile. It seemed that his father Li Changyi's bad temper had already spread throughout the courtyard.

However, the original body simply does not understand the truth that outsiders understand.

Li Xiangyang walked into the central courtyard and said, what a coincidence, his house was right next to He Yuzhu's house, and the two families were real neighbors.

"Mom, I'm back."

Li Xiangyang pushed the door open and called out.

"Where did you go? How did you end up like this?"

Cui Xiulan, who was cooking, saw Li Xiangyang's appearance and immediately put down her work, walked over and grabbed his ears, "You little bastard, look at the clothes you are rubbing, you don't need to wash the clothes, right!"

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, Mom!"

Li Xiangyang was a little nervous at first, not knowing how to integrate into his original family.

But Cui Xiulan had no martial ethics at all. She started by pulling his ears, leaving him no chance to react.

"Wash your clothes yourself, did you hear me?"

Cui Xiulan let go of her hand and snorted coldly, "I'm like the old maid in your Li family, serving you two every day!"

Li Xiangyang laughed and said, "How can that be possible, Mom? You are the pillar of our family. My dad and I listen to you the most!"

After this incident, Li Xiangyang suddenly felt extremely familiar, and the original sense of strangeness disappeared.

"Hey, the sun rose from the west today?"

Cui Xiulan looked Li Xiangyang up and down and sneered, "Is this still my son? He can even say nice things?"

Li Xiangyang rubbed his hot ears and laughed foolishly.

"What a fool!"

Cui Xiulan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Go back and change your clothes quickly. If your dad comes back and sees you, I won't stop him from beating you up!"

Li Xiangyang shuddered subconsciously. His original body had been beaten by him many times, and that kind of pain had long been implanted in his soul.

Li Changyi is indeed a tough guy who has been on the battlefield. With one hand, he dipped his belt in cold water and beat the original victim until he cried for his parents. His ferocious posture vaguely showed his style when he fought on the battlefield in the past.

Li Xiangyang changed his clothes and came out, then moved closer to Cui Xiulan, "Mom, let me do it!"

"If you fart, let it go!"

Cui Xiulan glanced at him.

"Mom, what did you say!"

Li Xiangyang rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I just want to help you."

"You'd better give up the idea of ​​joining the army as soon as possible, so that you can really help your mother!"

Cui Xiulan said bluntly.

Seeing Cui Xiulan's firm attitude, Li Xiangyang felt a little miserable.

What should I do if my parents don’t agree?

But he didn't say much, he just picked up the vegetables and started washing them.

Seeing this, Cui Xiulan couldn't help but be stunned.

This kid, has he changed his character today?

"Xiangyang, tell mom the truth, do you still want to join the army?"

Cui Xiulan asked tentatively.

Li Xiangyang was silent for a moment and nodded.

He didn't want to lie to Cui Xiulan. Since he had traveled to this era, he didn't want to miss this opportunity to change.

Li Xiangyang is very clear about his own worth.

In his previous life, he was not good at studying. After studying hard for more than ten years, he could only barely get into a second-tier university.

Not to mention that it’s seventy years ago and the textbooks are different. How can he learn?

As for learning a skill, Li Xiangyang didn't even think about it.

He had suffered enough from mediocrity in his previous life.

Instead of just eating and waiting to die, it is better to work hard while you are young.

As the saying goes, if you try hard, a bicycle can be turned into a motorcycle.

Bullets on the battlefield don’t recognize people. They won’t go around you just because you are a rich second-generation, nor will they get stuck just because you have a strong family background.

To be honest, people who wear only five or six pieces of clothing on the battlefield often die early.

Therefore, accumulating military merits is the only way out and it is also the fairest.

"Li Xiangyang, I'm not going to listen to you anymore, right?"

Cui Xiulan suddenly became anxious, "We don't have to worry about food and drink at home now, why do you have to put your head on the belt and live a life of poverty?"

"Mom, it's not that I have to live this way."

Li Xiangyang sighed and said earnestly: "Some people don't want our country to live a peaceful life. If I don't go, he doesn't go, and everyone doesn't go, who will protect the country?"

"That's not your turn!"

Cui Xiulan shouted, "You are just a student. You can't carry anything on your shoulders or hands. What's the point of going to the battlefield? You can't even hold a gun steadily. How can you kill the enemy?"

Li Xiangyang frowned. The original body's health was indeed a little poor. Even he, an old man in his thirties, was much more useful than him.

With such a small body, it's useless to go fishing.

If you catch a big fish and can't hold the fishing rod firmly, the fish will run away.

Seeing that Li Xiangyang was silent, Cui Xiulan thought he had heard her and continued to talk for a while.

"Xiaoyang, you are my only son, how can I harm you? You don't have to go to the battlefield to defend your country. If you study hard, you can contribute to the country in the future!"

Listening to Cui Xiulan's words, Li Xiangyang gave a bitter smile.

As a new-age illiterate, how can I contribute to the country?

He did know what an atomic bomb or a nuclear bomb was, but he only knew how to write these few words.

Is it possible that if I write these three words on paper, it will explode?

If this is the case, he might as well just write every day and then throw it into his daily life.

Hey, blow you sons of bitches to death!