Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1029: Returning to My Mother’s Home 8

Chapter 1029: Chapter 1029: Returning to My Mother’s Home 8

Wang Zhengguo and Uncle Lu took care of Shanzi’s funeral. It was they who delivered Shanzi’s body to the crematorium, then brought back his ashes to place in the coffin. They buried him in the location he had instructed before he died, without erecting a gravestone or a tombstone.

Therefore, Wang Zhengguo was completely certain of Shanzi’s peaceful passing.

Although they could no longer see Shanzi, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue needed to make a trip to the Caohu production brigade.

After a satisfying meal, Aunt Xu and the other female comrades helped clean up the dishes and the table before they, along with the other relocated seniors, left one after another.

Wang Zhengguo was the last to leave. Qingxue stopped him and said with a giggle, "Uncle, you said that after we left, the brigade’s harvest has always been poor. That’s not entirely accurate."

"Would I lie to you?" Wang Zhengguo glared.

"I’m not saying you’re lying; it’s just that I think you’re exaggerating a bit." Feng Qingxue handed Lu Jiang the Capital specialties she had prepared for Wang Zhengguo’s family and asked him to escort Wang Zhengguo home. Wang Zhengguo had been drinking and lived farther away, needing to cross rivers and bridges. "I clearly remember that the first one or two years after Xibao and I left, the harvests were abundant. The year my father corresponded with the old leader and sent the types and quantities of grain, I remember them well. In front of the old leader, dad also spoke of a great harvest."

Additionally, she heard from her father that Lu Tianjun had joined the students and teachers at school to help with the hurried harvesting. With so many people involved, how could the yield be poor?

Although Qingxue was well aware that her son had been very lucky since childhood, with many people willing to show him kindness, and he easily won everyone’s affection, she, as his mother, was not so narcissistic as to believe that her son had extraordinary luck.

After listening, Wang Zhengguo rubbed his bald head.

Indeed, the 60-year-old had grown accustomed to shaving his head bald, a hairstyle common among the elderly in the countryside.

"Qingxue," Wang Zhengguo said earnestly, "you have to understand that everything has a process of gradual progression. It doesn’t happen overnight. Ever since you left, it’s common knowledge that the grain production decreased, and the work points dropped is a fact. Although our brigade’s yield is still much better compared to other places, it’s incomparable to when you were here. The second year after you left, the harvest seemed all right, and one could say it was plentiful; in reality, the yield dropped by ten percent, and in the last couple of years it has gotten worse. Anyway, since your return, the crops have been growing better and better, and we haven’t had such good results in years; everyone is looking forward to a big harvest this year!"

After stating this, Wang Zhengguo touched Xibao’s bare head, which he had apparently uncovered at some point, "Xibao, uncle-grandfather is telling you, why don’t you stay with grandpa at home and not go back to the military with your parents, alright?"

Xibao grinned, "Uncle-grandpa, you should tell my mom and dad that. I’m just a child, you know!"

"What a clever boy!" Wang Zhengguo lifted him up and touched their foreheads together. "Good lad, let uncle-grandfather soak up some of your good fortune so that I can have my wishes come true and everything go smoothly tomorrow."

"Wishes come true, everything goes smoothly!" Xibao parroted with particular crispness.

Wang Zhengguo put him down, "Alright, I should head back, or your great-aunt will nag me all night."

"Uncle, I’ll see you out!" Lu Jiang said as he held onto the basket with one hand and assisted Wang Zhengguo with the other.

Lu father also said to Feng Qingxue, "Xibao and I are heading back to the cattle shed. You’ve had a long day, get some rest early. Tomorrow, I’ll ask your Third Uncle about the truth of this matter. If it’s true, you two should make a trip to Caohu."

Feng Qingxue nodded, "Thanks, dad. Xibao, what are you doing?"