Chapter 151: Human touch is strong, so the relationship can last long

***After a period of fooling around***

Shen Man's technique was skillful as she unwrapped the bandage on the man's left arm, revealing the ferocious wound that could be vaguely seen inside.

"It must have hurt a lot at the time, right?"

She didn't dare to think, if she encountered the danger that caused such a wound, would she still be alive?

Jiang Ye didn't deny it, just answered in a tone of stating a fact:

"I'm used to it; just endure it and it will pass."

Compared to the dangers and assassinations encountered when fighting in a sea of corpses and blood in his previous life, fighting for the dynasty in all directions and pacifying the four seas, what did this little injury count for?

Besides, the medicine in this era was much faster than what he had seen in his previous life.

If the soldiers under his command in his previous life could have had the medicine of that time, at least 70% of the casualties could have been reduced!

Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time.

A general's success is built on ten thousand bones; even the most glorious dynasty will perish in the long river of history, let alone a mere prince.

Thinking of his once-brief military life, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes...

Shen Man threw the old gauze into the old bucket acting as a trash can and said disapprovingly:

"What do you mean 'used to it' and 'just endure it and it will pass'?

You are not allowed to get injured again in the future; I will be heartbroken."

She didn't want to be a widow at a young age.

After saying this, she lowered her eyes and carefully used a cotton swab dipped in iodophor to gently treat the wound.

She didn't notice at all the bright light that burst out in the man's eyes after she said this...

At the same time, the family compound was also very lively.

Ye Qinghong and the other military wives had just finished dividing the rewards from their performance. When they got home and saw the tall figure, they cried with joy!

"Brother Gangzi!"

"Qinghong~"

The two hugged tightly. Gangzi felt that his wife was very different today; she had rouge on her face and looked as beautiful as she did on the day they held their wedding!

"Today was the cultural performance organized by Political Commissar Ji for us military wives. I performed a program with a few military wife sisters. Is it very strange?"

Ye Qinghong lowered her head shyly and explained in a small voice.

Usually, she didn't have the opportunity to dress up, nor did she have any tools to dress up.

This time, it was Sister Manman who provided the rouge and did the makeup for the few of them. They won third prize, and each person got three yuan!

With the extra yuan, they planned to go to the villagers to exchange for eggs tomorrow and give them to Sister Manman as a thank-you gift!

As for the two towels, they planned to cut them into four pieces, one for each person, and after hemming them, give one of them to Sister Manman!

This way, everyone is happy, and no one takes advantage of anyone.

Human touch is strong, so the relationship can last long.

Gangzi nodded from time to time while listening to his wife, indicating that he was listening and agreeing with his wife's approach.

He was very glad that his wife was clear-headed, didn't take advantage of small things, and understood that long-term interaction requires sincerity in exchange for sincerity.

Of course, the warm scene like Ye Qinghong and her husband also had exceptions.

For example, Sun Meili. Because her reputation was bad and she was a famous lazy woman, when it came to forming teams for performances, no one wanted to partner with her!

As a result, she had no talent, and no one took her to play, so she didn't even get a participation award!

When her man got home and saw her empty-handed, he immediately pulled a long face and glared at her fiercely—

"Useless thing, why aren't you cooking yet? Do you want to starve me to death?"

"I should have listened to my parents and found a steady, capable, and diligent wife in my hometown. Look at you, you're useless!"

"I, I know."

Sun Meili's expression was numb, accompanied by caution, and she went to cook and stir-fry vegetables with her head bowed.

In front of outsiders, she could still be unreasonable.

In front of her husband, she could only lower herself, otherwise, when her husband closed the door, he would really beat her!

She would never forget the pain of fists hitting her body. For the sake of face, her husband wouldn't hit her face, but he would specifically pick fleshy, tricky places...

Divorce?

Where could she go if she divorced?

Her maternal family had long since stopped caring about her and would write letters from time to time to urge her to send money home!

Staying, at least she had three meals a day!

As for the rest, forget it, just endure it and it will pass.

The arrival of May Day Labor Day seemed to have set the rhythm on the island to slow motion.

Plus, the officers who went out on missions all returned unscathed, and the family compound was full of joy and prosperity.

I don't know who it was, but early in the morning, they sent several baskets of fruits and vegetables to Shen Man's door.

Asking Tangyuan on the roof, Tangyuan said it was some men in military uniforms who brought them over with the military wives in the family compound.

Just in time, she ran into an officer couple coming to send eggs, and Shen Man enthusiastically greeted them to come in and have some water.

"No, no, we are here to send some heart.

When carrying out the mission, I almost... in short, it was a narrow escape!

This path to survival was given to me by Regiment Commander Jiang, so I sent some things to express my heart. Please accept it, sister-in-law."

The young officer placed the basket on the crate, expressing his gratitude sincerely, and stated his purpose.

Then he and his wife bowed ninety degrees in respect before declining the invitation and turning to leave.

"This path to survival... liar, and he said it wasn't dangerous..."

Shen Man murmured, her right hand couldn't help but rub her sore waist.

Her sit-ups and jogging this morning hadn't been practiced yet!

"Awake? I'll move these things at the door into the house. You rest on the rocking chair first."

In the gap of Shen Man's daze, a slender figure appeared in her field of vision unhurriedly.

Taking a closer look, the other party was also holding two cans of fruit in his hand?

Seeing his wife's gaze land on the net bag held in his right hand, Jiang Ye explained after walking closer:

"I went to Section Commander Duan's place, and he insisted on stuffing them to me."

It was canned fruit, a large bottle; one can was estimated to be two jin heavy.

Besides the canned fruit, he also had two meat buns wrapped in oil paper in his pocket.

"Section Commander Duan is too good to you. During the time you were away, he always arranged for a communications officer to send things to the house and report that you were safe..."

Shen Man followed the other party's words and was naturally distracted.

By the time she came back to her senses from her muttering, she was already lying on the rocking chair, and the man had stuffed a bulging oil paper bag with the residual warmth of his body into her hand.

"Meat buns, eat some to pad your stomach first. I'll pour you a cup of water and put it aside. Eat slowly, don't choke."

After speaking, Jiang Ye went to pour water and brought it over, placing it on the low table next to the rocking chair.

Shen Man looked at the buns blankly, then at the man, who was carrying the crate and sack of fruits and vegetables with one hand, as if they had no weight at all, very easily.

Thinking of the man's arm strength, being able to lift her with one hand without any effort, she suddenly realized.

This weight, for him, really didn't count for anything.

"If we don't accept these things, others will feel even more uneasy, so we will accept them openly."

After Jiang Ye moved the things home, he squatted down to sort them while explaining the ways of the world to his wife.

The grace of saving a life is relatively heavy, no matter what era it is.

If one blindly declines the thank-you gift, the person who was saved will have mixed feelings about the person who saved them.

The good ones will feel even more guilty and want to make up for the favor.

The bad ones might misunderstand that you dislike the gift they sent as light and look down on them, so you don't accept it.

A bushel of rice creates gratitude, a load of rice creates enmity—that's how it evolved... ===== CHAPTER 152 =====