The neighbors in the neighborhood exchanged heads and ears, and when they heard the sound of cars, they were all at home, and now only the female dependents were at home, and the neighbors all had heads and faces, and they were all high-ranking military officers who could live here.

The family walked into the yard, Tangtang ran in to go to the toilet, Ji Yuanlin looked up and down, and Ji Mufeng was carrying luggage.

"Zhang Dawei, just leave everything at the door, you can go back to the army to rest after you move, I will go to the army tomorrow morning." After Ji Mufeng finished speaking, he also went to the kitchen to take a look.

"Commander, I'm done." Zhang Dawei drove away after the report.

Ji Mufeng closed the courtyard door, Song Qianqian packed up her things, Ji Yuanlin took out the futon, and Tangtang helped put on the quilt.

The family worked together, and it was all tidied up in an hour, and Ji Mufeng turned over the soil in the yard and planted some vegetables before the snow.

"I'm going to grow some spinach, cabbage, leeks and wuta-tsai choos." Song Qianqian said with a smile.

"Okay, you can plant whatever you want." Ji Mufeng spoils his daughter-in-law like this.

"Mom, I'll do the watering later." Ji Yuanlin will rush to do any work.

"No problem, my son is so filial." After Song Qianqian finished speaking, she took out the spiritual spring water and toasted together.

Ji Mufeng was refreshed after drinking, his tired body recovered quickly, and the children were very happy after drinking, and their bodies were comfortable after drinking this water.

Song Qianqian went to the kitchen to prepare for cooking, of course the two children helped together, Ji Mufeng listened to the mother and son, and suddenly felt that life was very good.

It is very convenient to have a gas stove in the kitchen, and by the time Song Qianqian and them are ready, Ji Mufeng has already turned over the small vegetable patch, divided it into four small pieces, and it will be planted tomorrow.

Song Qianqian also took out a briquette stove, which can boil water every day and can also be used to stew soup, which is very convenient.

The briquettes he bought before were definitely not enough, Ji Mufeng planned to go to the army tomorrow to change, he could only feel at ease if this matter was done well, and he would definitely not have time in the days to come.

It really can't be done, so I can only let the guards do it, after so many years of doing it himself, he has become accustomed to doing it himself, and it seems that he needs to change it in the future.

"Husband, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner." Song Qianqian made braised fish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, lettuce with garlic and crucian carp soup.

"Okay, yes." Ji Mufeng's mentality is very much like that of a child, and he is still so handsome after so many years.

Song Qianqian also treats him as a treasure, there are many new sweaters in the space, but she also knits them for him every year, and the children are the same.

After eating, the family went back to the room to take a nap, and the neighbors did not come to disturb, and it is estimated that they will come tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

In the afternoon, Song Qianqian made a pot of green tea, took out a few pastries to bask in the sun, and prepared to knit a sweater for Tangtang.

"Baby, Mommy wants to knit you a sweater, what color do you like best?" Song Qianqian asked in a good mood.

"Well, I want a big red sweater." Tangtang is now a little girl, and of course she loves beauty in her heart.

"My sister looks good in pink, too." Ji Yuanlin suggested.

"No, I won't wear pink to death." Sugar Candy hates anything pink.

"Hahaha, mom thinks you look good in a baby yellow." Song Qianqian also accepts incompetence with pink.

"No problem, as long as it's not pink." After Sugar Candy finished speaking, everyone laughed.

Song Qianqian took out the red cashmere thread, and her daughter didn't need to knit too big a small sweater, just the size was just right to look better when she wore it.

It can't be blamed that people in this era knit sweaters for their children, and they will knit a little bigger and wear them again next year.

But Song Qianqian's idea is that it will look good when she wears a new one next year, and the old sweater can be given away, so it is not a waste.

Tangtang watched from the side, Song Qianqian taught her hand in hand, and the little girl almost learned it, and asked for a thick woolen scarf.

"Sister, come on!" Ji Yuanlin sat not far away reading a book, Ji Mufeng went out for a walk, the family home here is quite large.

"Dad, I'll start a morning run with you tomorrow." Ji Yuanlin said suddenly.

"Okay, you come with me to the army tomorrow." Ji Mufeng smiled very happily.

The family chatted for an afternoon, and cooked a large pot of seafood porridge for dinner.

It took half a day, Song Qianqian had already knitted a large section of sweaters, and Tangtang's scarf had also knitted a small section.

Song Qianqian gave her the shortest stick needle, but Tangtang's hands were just right to use, but it was a little difficult to wrap the thread, which looked a little funny and funny.

Ji Yuanlin is learning to stir-fry in the kitchen, Ji Mufeng wants to teach his son, and his daughter-in-law will not have to cook every day in the future, and he can rest assured that he can teach his son.

"Mom, do you believe in ghosts and gods?" Sugar Candy asked suddenly.

"Well, the world is full of wonders." Song Qianqian herself is crossing.

"What are I going to do when I grow up? Do you continue to tell fortunes and catch ghosts? ”

"Do you like this profession? If you don't like it, you can get married. ”

"I like this profession very much, and I can actually accept it when I get married."

"Huh? Can a fortune teller get married? ”

"Of course you can, I'm just an ordinary person now, and fortune-telling doesn't conflict with getting married."

Song Qianqian was relieved when she heard this, she thought that Taoist priests could not marry, or could only marry other Taoist friends, and it was mentioned in the novel that they could double cultivate.

After dinner, they went out for a walk together, and met many neighbors nearby, and everyone smiled and greeted each other.

"Yo, you're new to your family." A few aunts sat together and chatted with them.

"Hello! We did just arrived this morning. Song Qianqian replied with a smile.

"Oh, are you the new Master Ji?" One of the aunts asked with a smile.

"Yes, I am Ji Mufeng." As soon as the words fell, he was pulled forward by Tangtang.

"The child is naughty, everyone has time to come to the house to play." After Song Qianqian finished speaking, she ran to chase the father and daughter, and the son followed behind.

The family walked home quickly, Song Qianqian closed the courtyard door smoothly, she didn't like to deal with people, but there was no way on the surface.

"Mom, let's go out less in the future." Tangtang doesn't like those aunts, and many people only chew the root of their tongue.

"Okay, let's go for a walk later." Song Qianqian didn't expect Tangtang to be the same as her.

The two families next door were talking about them, saying that Song Qianqian was good-looking, had a good figure, and had two children who were also well raised.

Early the next morning, the father and son ran to the troops, Ji Yuanlin ran very easily, registered at the door, and ran at the end of the team.

Ji Mufeng went to the office after running, the guards followed him every step of the way, Ji Yuanlin went home directly after running, everyone knew that he was the son of the division commander, and no one dared to stop him when he came and went freely.

After breakfast, Song Qianqian gave Ji Yuanlin a lesson, and Tangtang sat next to her knitting a scarf.

Two hours later, Song Qianqian gave Tangtang a lesson, Ji Yuanlin brushed the questions next to him, and read the book to memorize the words after finishing.

There is no shortcut to learning, it must be taken seriously, and the brother and sister study hard, but fortunately, they are unforgettable.

"Is anyone home?" There was a knock on the courtyard door.

"Who?" Song Qianqian put down the book and walked out to open the door.

"I'm the next-door neighbor, and the man in my family is the political commissar of the regiment, you can call me sister-in-law Wang." Wang Ying said with a smile.

"Sister-in-law Wang, I'm giving a lesson to my child." Song Qianqian said euphemistically.