The couple made a living in the 1950s

The whole morning passed peacefully.

At noon, in the cafeteria of the Public Security Bureau.

At this moment, Lin Manyu was sitting with Li Huiying to eat lunch.

She saw that Li Huiying was hesitant to speak.

She couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart.

"What? Do you have something to say?"

"This morning, Zhang Liyan laughed at Wang Baosheng for being a small clerk..."

At this point, Li Huiying couldn't help but put down her chopsticks.

She couldn't eat.

Anyone who has a person like Zhang Liyan around him will not sleep well.

Seeing her like this, Lin Manyu's heart sank.

Zhang Liyan is not a good person, and her husband is assigned to work in the Revolutionary Committee.

He is also a powerful leader.

This is not a good thing for all the comrades in their unit.

In the afternoon, the office seemed to have agreed not to talk to Zhang Liyan about anything other than work.

After all, at this time, the more you say, the more mistakes you make.

Ever since her husband was transferred to work at the Revolutionary Committee.

Everyone became more cautious when dealing with her, just like when the combat team was first formed.

Zhang Liyan herself seemed not to feel that her comrades were distancing themselves from her.

She continued to do things according to her temper.

Lin Yuyu put down the newspaper and glanced at the watch on her wrist.

There was still half an hour before the end of get off work.

She reached out and picked up the enamel teacup on the desk to drink water.

"Yuyu, come in."

Lin Yuyu was drinking warm water when she heard Wan Ling call her into the office.

She smiled and put down the enamel teacup.

She slowly stood up and walked towards Wan Ling's office.

Wan Ling looked at the woman sitting on the chair and couldn't help but reach out to touch the corner of her eyes.

This woman is really charming.

She is obviously in her forties, but she still looks like she is in her early thirties.

From such a close distance, there is really no wrinkle on her face.

Her temperament becomes more charming and lively as she gets older.

Thinking about it, there doesn't seem to be anything too difficult in her life.

She works well, and her husband also works well and is capable.

Her children are all happy.

A woman's heart is bright, and if she takes good care of herself, she will naturally look younger.

Lin Manyu saw Wan Ling just staring at her and not saying anything.

She wasn't impatient.

"Section Chief, are you looking for me to arrange a new job?"

"The higher-ups just issued a document asking us to strengthen our study and publicity work."

"Every unit must have someone go to the Revolutionary Committee to study."

"How to publicize the Cultural Revolution."

Lin Manyu lowered her head to hide the confusion that flashed across her eyes when she heard this.

When she looked up at Wan Ling again, she was already smiling.

"This is the work of the Propaganda Department."

"Well," Wan Ling raised her hand and pushed the document in front of Lin Manyu, motioning her to look.

"The bureau thinks it's better for the comrades in the Finance Department to work with the comrades in the Propaganda Department."

"In this way, the Finance Department can also accurately estimate the future propaganda expenses."

"Okay, then I'll arrange for the people in the department and the comrades in the Propaganda Department to go to the Revolutionary Committee to study."

Almost at the moment when Lin Hanyu stood up.

She decided to let Zhang Liyan do this.

However, the comrades in the Propaganda Department who went to study with her would have to work hard.

I hope everything goes well.

Zhang Liyan heard that the work assigned to her was to go to the Revolutionary Committee to study.

Her face did not change, as if she had known it for a long time.

Lin Hanyu couldn't help but wonder, her husband had already told her about this a long time ago?

In the end, Zhang Liyan was the only one in their bureau who went to the Revolutionary Committee to learn about propaganda.

Those comrades in the Propaganda Department had stomach problems due to collective eating.

They could only barely move around the unit.

They were not suitable for participating in work that required long periods of sitting.

The next day, when Zhang Liyan walked to the Revolutionary Committee by herself, her face was as dark as ink.

Lin Yuyu ignored her.

The days passed slowly.

Today is Sunday.

At this moment, Lin Yuyu was sitting on the sofa and looking down at the letter that had just been mailed from Yang City.

Most of the communication between Sanbao and his family now is through letters.

Every month, they can write two letters back and forth.

Her little girl's military life is quite rich.

Although, the people she met are hard to describe.

But she is safe.

She can live in peace without worrying about being affected by these local things all the time.

This is good.

Now, it is the time when pomegranates are ripe at home.

Zhiyun and Zhiyi, these two little guys just celebrated their first birthday yesterday.

She and Aye, like every year when they celebrate the birthdays of Sanbao.

They also went into the kitchen early to make birthday cakes for their granddaughters.

"Grandma..."

Lin Yuyu looked up after hearing the baby voice and saw her second granddaughter standing in front of her.

Soft and cutelooked at her.

"Yiyi, why didn't you go to mom to eat cakes?"

While she was talking, she smiled and reached out to hold the little girl in her arms to weigh her.

"Where's your sister?"

"In the yard."

When Lin Yuyu carried her second granddaughter out of the house.

The eldest granddaughter and two daughters-in-law were sitting under the pergola eating pomegranates.

On the round bamboo table, there was the sweet-scented osmanthus cake she had just made in the morning.

"Grandma..."

Zhiyun saw her grandmother and quickly put down the pomegranate in her hand.

Da Da Da... ran over.

Lin Yuyu held a little granddaughter in each hand.

The smile on her face couldn't be concealed.

"Mom, Qingyi can't come back for the New Year this year."

"Huh?"

She tilted her head slightly and looked at her eldest daughter-in-law.

"Did Dabao write a letter back?"

Meng Xiaoou met her mother-in-law's gaze and shook her head.

"It's a letter written for Qingyi by the Beijing Military Region Research Institute."

"The letter was just delivered to my uncle's house this morning."

"I'm going back to my mother."

"I just met my aunt in the compound, and she's coming home to deliver a letter."

Lin Manyu took the letter handed over by her eldest daughter-in-law.

She looked down.

The handwriting on this letter was indeed not that of her eldest son.

The content was also concise, with just the words "not going home for the New Year."

The signature was written as Bai Qingyi.

She couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

This year's Spring Festival, her eldest son and little daughter can't spend the New Year at home.

Thinking of this, Lin Manyu got up and hugged the two little granddaughters lying in the rocking chair.

Turned around and walked into the house.

When she pushed open the door of the bedroom on the second floor, she saw Aye sitting at the desk drawing a blueprint.

Lin Manyu didn't say anything. She changed into pajamas and lay on the bed to sleep for a while.

Seeing that his wife was in a bad mood, Bai Ye put down the pen in his hand.

He also lay down on the bed.

He reached out and hugged his wife into his arms.

"Hanhan, do you want to sleep after dinner?"

"Well... I'll sleep for a while."

Bai Ye didn't say anything after hearing this, but just hugged the person in his arms tighter.

He also closed his eyes.

Lin Hanyu and Bai Ye opened their eyes when they heard the voice of their second son calling them to get up.

When the two of them went downstairs, dinner was already on the table.

"Grandpa and grandma, let's eat."

"Okay..."

Bai Ye heard the two little granddaughters talking, and his cold and handsome face softened visibly.

He looked at the little granddaughters who had not even grown all their teeth.

His eyes lit up, and the sense of oppression on his body faded.