Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1228: Long Stay at the Old Home 2

Xibao took a sip of soup, her cheeks creasing into a frown, "Bitter!"

"That’s bitter herbs. Your grandmother Wenyue didn’t squeeze out the bitter juice properly, how could it not be bitter?" Wen Ruyu patted her pocket, and it took her a while to remember that she had fallen to this rustic place and had long lost the habit of carrying a couple of sugar cubes with her, "Xibao, how’s your brother? Are the triplets identical? Are they cute?"

They already knew from Guanchengkou, but they still wanted to hear it from Xibao.

Xibao uttered an ’ah’ sound and shook her head, "Dundun is fine, Xiongxiong is the troublemaker, and Zhuangzhuang is small. Zhuangzhuang is sick, and mom is sick too."

Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly asked what happened.

Lu Jiang’s father summarized the truth in a few words, "Zhuangzhang was born weak and sickly, so his mother applied to be discharged from the army, and now we have hired a nanny, who takes care of Zhuangzhuang full-time."

"It’s good as long as he’s alive, good as long as he’s alive. He can be weak, as long as we prioritize the nutritional supplements for him," Wenyue was the first to speak, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes, "We’re all old folks in our sixties and seventies, what haven’t we experienced? It’s good as long as you look on the bright side. The fortunate thing is that Qingxue is very skilled in medicine, and Zhuangzhuang... didn’t Single Blind say so? Qingxue and Ajiang are destined to have four sons and a daughter, who will surely grow up safe and sound. Maybe when Zhuangzhuang grows up, he’ll be just like Xibao."

Zhu Ling gripped his wife’s hand, offering comfort, knowing that she was thinking of their eldest son who had not lived past three days.

Lu Jiang’s father, however, said, "Zhuangzhuang takes after his mother, almost identical."

Jin Ruochu clapped her hands and laughed, "That’s even better, that’s what I call good fortune! What’s that old saying? ’Boys who take after their mother are lucky, girls who resemble their dad are blessed.’ Zhuangzhang takes after his mom—his good luck is yet to come!"

Xibao nodded in agreement, "Zhuangzhuang is lucky, my little brother, I want to take him to play together."

"Xibao is the luckiest of all, with extraordinary fortune, his words will surely come true!"

After listening to Jin Ruochu’s words, Lu Jiang’s father couldn’t help but say, "Although everyone always says so, and I think so myself, sometimes I feel like Ajiang and Xiaoxue, that it’s preposterous. If Heaven really favored Xibao, why would his own brother be born into such tribulation?"

"You don’t believe it? Watch this." Jin Ruochu wanted to roll up her sleeves, but then realized she was wearing a worn sweatshirt for work today and laughed awkwardly. She looked down and teased Xibao, "Xibao, tell us, will it rain tomorrow?"

"Rain? No, no!" Xibao shook his head vehemently, "I want to play!"

How could he play if it rained? Of course, it was better if it didn’t rain!

Sure enough, it did not rain the next day, and Xibao, as usual, got up early, started with a set of boxing exercises, and then dragged Lu Jiang’s father outside for a run. After coming back, he performed another set of boxing exercises in the cowshed, his sweaty appearance immediately drawing Zhou Fengchun’s attention.

"Army boxing, Xibao, who taught you?" Zhou Fengchun vaguely thought it must have been Lu Jiang.

Wanglou Brigade truly was a place of outstanding people and spirit; the children of the Lu Family he had met recently were all outstanding.

Xibao asked Lu Jiang’s father for his towel to wipe off sweat, and said loudly, "Reporting to the leader, it was taught by dad."

"I’m not a leader anymore, Little Xibao." Zhou Fengchun’s gaze dimmed as he thought of their current situation, then said, "Just call me Grandpa Zhou, don’t call me leader. If others hear it, we’ll be in trouble."

"Trouble? Are they going to hit Xibao?" asked Xibao.

Seeing Zhou Fengchun nod vigorously, Xibao immediately covered his mouth with his hand not holding the towel, "I won’t say it, won’t say anything!"