A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

"Why don't we ask Grandpa Tian to write a letter to Dad?" Huo Chen came over and suggested.

Joanne then noticed the two of them.

She was actually lost in thought when she was wondering what to write.

To keep Huo Jiyun, we must write him a letter.

The content is then very important.

But Qiao An and Huo Jiyun had absolutely no feelings for each other, and she didn't even know how to begin writing this letter.

"Mom and Dad are whispering to each other, how can we let an outsider write it down for them?" Qiao An teased Huo Chen.

"But you can't read, how can you write a letter to your father?"

Qiao An suddenly lowered her head. "Huo Chen, have you ever seen your father? Why are you calling him so affectionately?"

"I cook and do your laundry every day, why don't you call me?"

The topic changed so quickly that Huo Chen was caught off guard.

Actually, he used to call Qiao An "Mom".

Especially when she was being beaten, she would scream for her mother until her throat was cracked.

But she still hits him.

Although he had never met his father, Huo Chen always held a glimmer of hope in his heart.

That means Dad is really, really good, a million times better than Joan.

Seeing that Huo Chen didn't speak, Qiao An didn't press him.

After all, the original owner of this body really did a terrible job; she only had contact with the two children for three days.

It will take time to change her image in Huo Chen's eyes.

"It's okay, you can call me Mom whenever you want."

Joan opened the wooden box on the table and took out two White Rabbit milk candies for the two of them.

"Here, take this and eat it."

"White Rabbit!!" Huo Ning screamed.

"I saw my older brother eat it; he let me lick the candy wrapper, and it smelled delicious!"

Upon hearing Huo Ning's words, Qiao An's heart tightened suddenly.

She originally thought that it was bad for the children to eat too much candy, so she planned to let them eat one piece a day.

After Huo Ning finished speaking, Qiao An took out two more from the wooden box.

"Today each person can eat two, but from now on you can only eat one a day, otherwise your teeth will rot."

Huo Ning clutched the milk candy tightly, his eyes seemingly sparkling with stars.

"Mom is so good!"

"Let's go play in the yard." Qiao An ruffled Huo Ning's hair.

The two children left the house, while Joanne continued to stare blankly at the white paper in front of her.

After a long while, she put down her pen.

"Hello Huo Jiyun:"

......

"Commander Huo, there is a telegram for you in the mailroom. It was sent from your hometown, Jinshui Town."

"telegraph?"

Huo Jiyun had just finished his afternoon training and was heading back to his office when he ran into a communications soldier coming out of the mailroom.

My parents live frugally and never send telegrams; they always write letters.

Why is a telegram being sent this time?

Could something have happened at home?

Thinking of this, Huo Jiyun ran towards the mailroom.

Several bad news items had already flashed through my mind.

When he ran to the mailroom, he saw the communications soldier inside organizing telegrams.

"Is there a telegram for me?" Huo Jiyun's face showed an unusual emotion beyond his calm.

The communications soldier paused for a moment, then found his message among a pile of telegrams.

"Commander Huo, this is your telegram."

Huo Jiyun snatched it over and paused slightly when he saw the words on it.

"I am Qiao Anqian, and the money was transferred to me after someone embezzled it."

Thirteen characters, concise and clear.

Huo Jiyun wasn't stupid; he immediately understood what Qiao An was trying to say.

The money was embezzled...

He sent his monthly living expenses to Huo Shoutian.

Who else could embezzle the money?

They can't escape to the few people in their family, no matter where they are.

Actually, this was something he had anticipated, which is why he sent so much money home.

He thought to himself that even if his parents didn't like him, they didn't like Joan and the child either.

If he gives a lot of money, at least a third of it will be spent on Joan and the children.

But now, upon reading this telegram, he hesitated.

Let's look at the last few words.

Joanne asked him to wire the money to her.

This is even more difficult.

When they first got married, he did intend to give Joanne living expenses.

Only when you have money in your own hands can you live a more secure life.

However, Joan was uneducated and could not read a single character.

And he also has a very strange temper.

As the villagers would say, he's a simpleton.

Huo Jiyun dared not give her money, fearing she wouldn't know how to spend it.

He walked out of the mailroom with the telegram, still pondering whether or not to give the money to Joanne.

As I was walking, I didn't notice someone in front of me and bumped into them.

"Ouch!"

The person in front of him swayed and looked like he was about to fall.

Without a second thought, Huo Jiyun released the telegram and went to help the person.

"Lin Wan?"

Are you alright?

After Huo Jiyun recognized the person, he quickly withdrew his hand and distanced himself from her.

"It's alright, it ... my fault for not watching where I was going."

Lin Wan rubbed her shoulders and said with a smile.

She saw a telegram on the ground, squatted down, and picked it up.

His gaze swept across the telegram.

Lin Wan's smile froze slightly as she folded the telegram and handed it to Huo Jiyun.

"Sent by your family? Is it something urgent?"

"It's nothing." Huo Jiyun shook his head. "If your shoulder hurts, go to the infirmary. I'm going back to my office now."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy, don't let it interfere with your work."

Huo Jiyun strode away.

Lin Wan watched his retreating figure, her expression inscrutable.

At this moment, Qiao An, who was far away in Zhongchuan Province, picked up three sheets of paper filled with writing, checked that there were no typos, and then put them into an envelope.

That evening, Qiao An didn't let the two children eat meat, fearing they wouldn't be able to digest too much.

Before going to bed, I made two more cups of milk and watched them drink them before I went to sleep.

On Monday, Qiao An's first day at work, she got up at five o'clock and prepared breakfast and lunch for Huo Chen and Huo Ning.

We left the village as soon as it was light.

It takes more than an hour to walk from Lianchi Village to the town.

Although it's not tiring, walking like this every day still takes up a lot of time.

As she approached the police station, she saw people riding bicycles in town.

I was incredibly envious.

I need to make money quickly so I can buy a bicycle and make commuting much easier.

Qiao Anshun put the letter in the mailbox on the way, and arrived at the police station at exactly ten minutes before eight o'clock.

She arrived at the cafeteria, where Qin Feng and He Hua were making a racket in the kitchen.

"The county leaders came to inspect our area today, and you're just going to serve them this shoddy food?"

"What do you mean by 'just getting by'? Look at what the cafeteria has left. It's almost November, what new and exciting dishes do you think I can come up with?"

"Qin Feng, you've been a long-time employee in our canteen. I've told you so many times, go and find some connections, whether it's through county purchasing agents or individuals, it'll do."

He Hua stood in the kitchen, pointing at the potatoes and radishes on the preparation table, his fingers trembling.

"Every time the leader comes, he's so incompetent. People who don't know better would think our Jinshui Town Police Station is so poor we can't even afford to eat!"

Qin Feng is almost fifty years old and is a full-time employee at the police station. She has worked there longer than the station chief, and everyone usually calls her Sister Qin politely.

"Weren't we already so poor we couldn't even afford to eat? Let me tell you, you're just trying to keep up with the Joneses! At this time of year, it's the same in every town. When the leaders come, they're treated to the finest food and drink. This is encouraging this unhealthy trend!"

This statement would have been correct a few years ago.

However, according to the plot of the novel, this storm that has lasted for many years is about to end.

Therefore, policies have changed in various places now, and it's no longer the era where being poor was glorious.

Many production teams have started building factories to make money.

"What kind of unhealthy trend is this? What kind of talk is this? Let's not even talk about the leaders."

"We eat by ourselves. Look at this, 20 out of 30 days a month we eat potatoes and radishes. It's not like the institute hasn't given you money. Why don't you go and buy some other vegetables?"