Reborn as a Tough Army Wife

As a result, both of them didn’t get up until twelve noon.

Seeing the room in total disarray, Fang Pingying gave him a glare, got out of bed to boil a pot of water in the kitchen, planning to take a bath before going out, otherwise she would feel sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

Now that Luo Zhiyong had returned, Fang Pingying’s days in the big courtyard became more extended.

Fang Pingying also rarely had any free time to relax, and although she sometimes felt bored, it was much better compared to when she first came to the military base.

Back then, because the couple had nothing, she felt it was a waste of time doing nothing at home.

But now, with their shop up and running and Uncle Zeng’s profits being shared, it felt like money was coming in even while she sat at home, such boredom was simply enjoying life.

She felt at ease staying at home.

With just over a month left until the New Year and the weather getting increasingly colder, Fang Pingying had bought some wool from the city a while ago, intending to spend the days in the courtyard knitting sweaters—knitting a few for herself and a few for Luo Zhiyong.

As for the winter cotton-padded clothes, Fang Pingying didn’t plan to make them herself anymore. Nowadays, city folks prefer buying them from department stores, where the styles are very attractive.

In the past, she was reluctant to buy them because they were short on money, but now that they weren’t lacking the money for clothes, she naturally didn’t want to bother with the effort.

If it were light clothes, Fang Pingying’s own creations were no worse than what was sold in stores, but it was different with cotton-padded clothes.

That day, Fang Pingying was holding a thermos bottle with a stool winding the wool when suddenly her chest tightened, and a sour taste surged up her throat. She quickly put the wool aside and ran to the bathroom to vomit.