Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1021: Xibao’s Birthday 10

Chapter 1021: Chapter 1021: Xibao’s Birthday 10

Bai Yuesheng suddenly realized, "I was wondering why the inkstand Brother Wen uses looked so familiar. I thought to myself, could it be my Clear Mud Inkstone? I’ve been glancing at it for over a month, but since it’s usually locked up in the Lu Family’s house, I felt it would be impolite to examine it closely."

"What use is an inkstand? You can’t eat it or drink it. When you’re at your wit’s end, surviving is what’s most important."

The elderly lady said this to her husband, then held Feng Qingxue’s hand and kept shaking it, unable to hide her joy at meeting her life-saving benefactor.

"Perhaps seeing my old age, my daughter could not withstand my persistent pleas, and later she managed to get some grain for me. All I gave in return were chicken-blood stones, soot ink, and items like calligraphy posts and brush-washing utensils. In your eyes, these are treasures, but weren’t they worthless at the time? Not to mention then, even now they are things that would just bring trouble. The grain my daughter gave saved our two elderly lives. Later, when I had time, I also often wandered the black market, but unfortunately, I never encountered you again. Now, having been sent down here, I thought I’d never see my life-saving benefactor again in this lifetime. I didn’t expect... I didn’t expect that the heavens would pity me, and actually let me meet you here. The debt of a life saved, that is truly a debt of a life saved!"

Everyone was stunned by her words. Could such a coincidence truly occur in this world?

Even Feng Qingxue had not anticipated she would encounter someone from the black market transactions. She worried, what should she do? Even disguising herself as ugly wouldn’t work; they recognized her by voice, then... didn’t that mean her previous actions were known to all? What to do if suspicion arose?

Lu Jiang squeezed her hand, signaling not to worry.

Smart people in this world do not delve into the bottom of things, especially when they themselves benefit from it.

"The people of the Lu Family are honest, and this child has a kind heart. Meeting them is our good fortune," Bai Yuesheng said to his wife, Xue Dongmei, after understanding the reason. "Since being sent down here, our lives have been comfortable thanks to the care of their family, actually even more so than when we were in the city."

Although they were a bit tired from the work they did every day, they did not suffer the double torment of spirit and body here.

Xue Dongmei kept nodding, "Yes, it’s our blessing."

She had felt it even in her short time here, as if all shackles had been removed.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "Let’s go inside and talk. Don’t just stand out here in the yard. We’re all tired from today’s bustle. Whatever we have to say, let’s sit and talk. Taking advantage of Xibao’s birthday, let’s all get together and have a good meal."

"Right, right, we’ve also prepared birthday gifts for Xibao."

The gifts were mostly the work of the elderly people; the Lu Family had ample supplies of paper, brushes, and pigments. Some painted a picture or a fan, others wrote calligraphy or a poem. Those not skilled in painting or calligraphy gave handmade items like clothes and shoes, wooden carvings, straw bugs, willow baskets, and the like.

Xibao was dressed in new clothes today, navy blue trousers paired with a white shirt, small leather shoes on his feet, his eyebrows and eyes bright, his skin fair and lips red; he was very handsome indeed, but the shine of his shaven head took away from his looks somewhat.

Although Feng Qingxue always complained that her son’s skin was too dark, it was considered fair in the eyes of everyone else.

Feng Qingxue hastily put a navy cap on him, and he immediately looked much more appealing.

"Xibao, you’ve received so many gifts, now say thank you to your grandparents," Feng Qingxue reminded.

No sooner had she finished speaking, Fubao burst into tears, pointing at Xibao’s new clothes, which were very different from what she saw him usually wear, and said breathlessly, "Mommy, big brother has new clothes, I want some too, I want some!"

"You have them, you have them too!" Feng Qingxue was worried about this very thing, "Your clothes are prettier than brother’s, come on, mommy will dress you."

Fubao immediately smiled through her tears.

... My niece was like this—whenever someone called her dark-skinned or ugly, she would either cry or pout and ignore everyone for the whole day. She insisted on wearing dresses and would secretly apply lipstick and wear high heels. I would compliment her every day, telling her she’s my little beauty. As a result, she grew fond of me, second only to her father. At two years and seven months old, she has a good disposition and a sweet mouth, but she’s a bit too concerned with looking pretty. Votes please, for monthly and recommended tickets.

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