Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1312: Unbelievable 3

Chapter 1312: Chapter 1312: Unbelievable 3

Can a child make such decisions? No.

Lu Jiang directly hoisted his bear of a son onto his shoulders, "Qingxue, we’re going home. We’ll pay a visit to a few old seniors and sisters who arrived before you another day after we’ve settled in."

"Okay!" Feng Qingxue couldn’t wait to get home.

Chen Rong and Lu Cheng, without any pretense, helped with the children and luggage, which excited the Guan brothers—they were in the presence of two battle-hardened heroes, according to the stories of Zhou Fengchun and others.

Xibao’s eyes shone brightly as he followed Lu Cheng, "Grandpa, you fought the ’old American,’ right? I really like listening to your stories."

"Me? Stories?" Lu Cheng looked down at the little boy with sharp brows and bright eyes who bore a striking resemblance to Lu Jiang.

"Yes! Uncle Zhou told us, you crossed the Yalu River to fight the ’old American,’ it was so hard!" Mentioning Zhou Fengchun, Xibao consciously lowered his voice, "Uncle Zhou said you were one of the commanders, so impressive and commanding. When I grow up, I’m going to join the army too. I’ll fight in wars, and beat all the bad guys who bully our country’s people and invade our land!"

"That’s the spirit! Very ambitious!" Lu Cheng liked children with ambition.

In the midst of their conversation, they arrived at the family compound.

The buildings here were much better than those at the border defense forces: rows of bungalows.

Given Lu Jiang’s rank, the military had allotted him a bungalow with a courtyard for his family, complete with four rooms, water and electricity, and equipped with a kitchen and toilet. The only thing was that a tree in the courtyard seemed to have been cut down, leaving only the roots.

"It happened over the past few years," explained Chen Rong. "The walnut trees in the Capital’s West Mountain military compound were completely chopped down too."

West Mountain Compound, Feng Qingxue remembered it; the Jiang family lived there. It was the location of a garrison force in the Capital and one of the most renowned military compounds. Whether they had the opportunity to live there would depend on Lu Jiang’s capabilities.

The rooms were cleaned very well; many things were familiar, having been sent over from the border defense unit.

"My gun!" Xibao was both surprised and delighted, taking two quick steps to pick up his precious toy from when he was little.

Xiongxiong jumped up, stretching his arms to grab it, "I want it, give it to me, give it to me!"

This wooden gun had been well-played with and was very smooth; Xibao had lost interest in it as he grew older, and Fubao didn’t like boys’ toys when she was little, so after several years, Xibao was holding on to it and wouldn’t let go.

Xibao refused to give it, and Xiongxiong kept jumping, but he was too short, and no matter how far he stretched his arms, he couldn’t reach it.

"Big brother, big brother, give it to me, please!" Xiongxiong cried frantically, his face turning red.

"Here you go!" Xibao decided he didn’t like Lu Erxiong.

Feng Qingxue was too busy to pay attention to their sibling squabble, as the first thing she did when they got home was to take out the food and dried vegetables she brought to start cooking.

At this time, instead of embodying the authority of a military leader, Lu Jiang donned an apron and flitted about with his wife, while Chen Rong and Lu Cheng exchanged glances, surprised to see this side of Lu Jiang after returning home.

And looking at Lu Jiang’s cooking skills, well, not bad at all! It had color, fragrance, and flavor.

Feng Qingxue placed a plate of fried peanuts on the table and invited Chen Rong and Lu Cheng to wash up for dinner, "Our family plants peanuts every year, and we grow some in our private plot too. Uncle Zhou asked us to bring some for the old seniors, and we have some sunflower seeds too. After dinner, we’ll pack and find them to take back to the two old comrades."

"Is there nothing but these things, no message?" Chen Rong was more concerned about this than the gifts.

They were men of high stature and lacked for nothing except for news from Zhou Fengchun.

...I’ve written three and a half Chapters, and I can’t finish the fourth Chapter, it’s so frustrating. I have to step out now, I’ll update more tonight.