Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1216: Picking Up Xibao 3

Chapter 1216: Chapter 1216: Picking Up Xibao 3

Xibao heard it, and his crumpled little face turned into a bun.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, I also want to provide for Grandpa and Mom, and my little brother and sister, but I don’t have a salary, so am I still a man?" he rummaged through his pockets, "Empty!"

He didn’t even have the money to buy candy, as it had all been spent on baby formula for his little brother.

Upon hearing this, Lu Jiang’s father saw the discouraged look on his face and hastily comforted him, "You’re a little man, and you’ll earn money once you grow up into a big man."

Xibao breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, "It’s a good thing I didn’t turn into a little girl."

No one knew exactly what he was thinking.

However, a few words managed to amuse everyone.

Hearing the adults laugh, Zhuangzhuang in the swaddle also cracked a small smile.

Lu Jiang looked all over the room and didn’t find Feng Qingyun, "Where’s Xiaoyun? If Ajiang is resting, shouldn’t Xiaoyun be at home?"

"Xiaoyun went out to play. She said she’d buy me fruits when she comes back, but I don’t know if I want them," Fubao said, propping her chin on her hands, glancing at her brother on the left, then at her brother on the right. Their mother, fearful of the little rascal Xiongxiong, had placed them on her either side. She was tasked with watching her brothers, which made her feel amazing, like a hero.

Lu Jiang’s father realized Feng Qingyun might have gone out to perform with the cultural troupe, so he softly asked his granddaughter, "If you don’t want fruits, what do you want? Grandpa will buy it for you."

Showing off her pearly teeth, Fubao said, "I want to wear a necklace and hair clips, but Mom says I can’t."

"Right, you can’t wear them!" her grandfather said, not indulging her desire, handed Zhuangzhuang to his daughter-in-law, and then sat on the kang bed, whispering to his granddaughter, "There are many bad people outside who might steal your necklace and hair clips, because you’re too young. When you grow up and get stronger, no one will dare to rob you. Then Mom will definitely give you lots of pretty things."

"Like Brother?" Fubao looked up at Xibao.

Xibao puffed out his chest, "Right, as big as me."

"Then I need to eat well, eat lots of food, and grow up fast."

That evening, Lu Jiang cooked dinner, while Feng Qingxue took out some ingredients from their storage space. When the clever Xibao asked, they simply said Grandpa brought them, easily fooling him.

Lu Jiang’s father laughed, "With someone here to help, I was worried it might be inconvenient for you, so I brought quite a bit this time."

Inconvenient for what? Surely it must have been inconvenient to make special dishes.

Most households cook without oil or salt, but Lu Jiang’s father has tasted their family’s cooking and has been eating it for many years. Therefore, he was first to use a burlap sack to pack a jar, it looked bulky as if he brought a lot, but most of it was just empty shells.

After dinner, Lu Jiang’s father stayed inside to watch his grandchildren, while Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue tended to the items he brought.

They filled the empty jar with oil, a whole jar full of peanut oil.

Lu Jiang’s father had brought a bag of peanuts in their shells, which the couple multiplied several times over.

Dried vegetables, cured meats, air-dried chickens, and the rest were multiplied just like that. They also took out some rice, wheat flour, cornmeal, and wheat bran, sorting each by category—storing them either in the corner of the wall or the cabinet, wherever they belonged.

Once they were done, returning to the room, Feng Qingxue asked, "Dad, do Hu Ping and the others still send us local specialties?"

"Yes, Hu Ping wrote in his letter that they only get to feast on their game during the holidays, and otherwise they only eat meat once every ten days or half a month. They worried about the neighbors thinking they were living too lavishly, so selling it on the sly was not an option, as it would be trouble if they got caught. Openly selling wouldn’t make much either, so they send it to comrades across the country. I’ve returned the money they sent us."