Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1063: Falling Flowers Have Intentions 2

Chapter 1063: Chapter 1063: Falling Flowers Have Intentions 2

As Lu Jiang left, the laughter in the Lu Family reduced a bit.

Feng Qingxue had grown accustomed to Lu Jiang’s occasional assignments, pretending to be fine as she took care of the children and did the housework.

The summer harvest was imminent, and the Wanglou Brigade’s preparations were proceeding in an orderly manner. Under the leadership of the brigade commander and the team leaders, some sharpened their knives eagerly, others hurried their mules to the threshing ground, and still, others were busy with the unfinished crop work in the fields.

Everyone insisted that Feng Qingxue and Qingyun not work in the fields.

Qingyun, intelligent and attentive, was able to help look after Xibao and Fubao at home.

And as for Qingyun, firstly she was pregnant, and secondly, her household registration was with the military, her work was in the military, so she did not have to perform labor.

After finishing her chores after breakfast, Feng Qingxue practiced calligraphy and painting in the house. In recent days, no matter how busy she was, she always found some time to study, to practice calligraphy and painting, and to study Guo Ming’s medical notes.

Whenever she encountered something she didn’t understand, Feng Qingxue thought of Wu Zheng.

She had really been extremely busy recently, and though Guo Ming had charged her to show off her progress to Wu Zheng, she had completely forgotten.

Patting her forehead, Feng Qingxue reminded herself to visit Wu Zheng with Guan Cheng in a few days when they went into the city.

At that moment, Fubao ran into the room holding a little flower basket.

"Mom, can you make me a necklace?" Her fair little hand lifted a handful of grass beads from the basket, releasing the unique scent of the beads, which was a little bitter, a bit astringent, yet had a touch of herbaceous aroma.

Feng Qingxue looked down and asked, "Where did these come from? The grass beads on the mountain shouldn’t have matured yet, right?"

Following her in, Qingyun said with a smile, "Fubao saw Xiaofang wearing a string of grass beads around her neck and was so envious. I told her we had some at home and would make her a necklace when we got back, plus make an extra one. But Xiaofang’s mom was too polite; she immediately scooped out two big ladlefuls of last year’s grass beads from their family stock into Fubao’s basket. Xiaofang’s mom even wanted to give Fubao the grass bead necklace off her neck, but I stopped her, and Fubao didn’t take it either, saying you would make her one."

"Really? Fubao, do you want a necklace?" Feng Qingxue looked down at her delicate, fair-skinned daughter.

Fubao nodded vigorously, "Mom, a pretty necklace, okay? Baby really likes it, likes it so much!"

Her plump little cheeks were rosy, and her big sparkling eyes were full of longing.

Feng Qingxue’s heart melted, "Then did you thank Xiaofang’s sister?" Xiaofang’s mother, named Hou Xing, was Lu Jiang’s niece by marriage, and she had a difficult delivery with Xiaofang. It was Feng Qingxue who had saved both their lives.

"I said thank you, and Xiaofang’s mom said I was very good!" Fubao boasted proudly, then urged, "Mom, the necklace!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll make it for you. You sit on the little stool next to me and wait."

Fubao immediately dragged over her little stool, sat down obediently, and fixed her gaze on her mother without blinking.

Feng Qingxue found a roll of coarse twine and a large needle, threaded it, and chose uniformly sized beads from the grass beads. As she strung the beads, she asked, "Xiaoyun, where’s Xibao? Didn’t you go out together? Who is watching Xibao now?"

Qingyun handed her the chosen beads, "Xibao is at the threshing ground, riding on a little donkey with Uncle Lu!"

Upon hearing her father’s assurance, Feng Qingxue felt relieved.

"Riding a donkey? Oh, that’s fine, as long as he doesn’t step on the Shi Gunzi stone roller."

Qingyun chuckled, "They say no one knows a son better than the father, but I think it’s a mother who knows her child best. That boy, seeing the Shi Gunzi rolling back and forth on the field, was really about to step on it until Uncle Lu lectured him a great deal. Finally, he chose to ride the little donkey."