Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1392: Brothers Return Home 2

Chapter 1392: Chapter 1392: Brothers Return Home 2

Even though Lu Jiang said that, Feng Qingxue’s mood was still not great. Who could remain happy and smiling after their own family had been reported?

However, in front of the military families at the base, Feng Qingxue could not let her bad mood show and affect everyone else, because the image of military families indirectly impacts their husbands’ reputation in the military.

Just then, Lu Jiang received a call from Jiang Yun, saying that Lu Tianjun and Jiang Xiaoyue had taken leave and bought train tickets to come home.

The newlyweds had originally planned to visit Baozhou to see Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue before going to Wanglou Brigade, but Jiang Yun scolded them. There was a clear order of seniority to be followed, and they should of course pay an official visit to Father Lu first.

Although Father Lu had met Jiang Xiaoyue several times, she was now visiting as the elder son’s wife.

Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu both wanted to see their new sister-in-law and their brother they hadn’t seen for years, so they immediately put returning home on their agenda.

Xibao immediately raised both hands and loudly declared, "I miss Grandpa! I’ll go home with brother! Mom, when you miss me, you can come home to see me, and bring sister and brother too."

Feng Qingxue felt a twinge of heartache. "Why won’t you come back to see me?"

"I’m just a kid, Mom!" Xibao said righteously, comparing his height to his brothers’, "I eat my fill every day. When I’m as tall as my brothers, I’ll come back by myself to see Mom and my little brother and sister."

"You’re that eager to go back?" Feng Qingxue was reluctant, extremely reluctant, even though Father Lu would welcome him home.

Xibao sighed like an adult, "Remember to study hard and aim high, Mom."

Xibao was especially eager to learn, something everyone in the family knew well.

He studied a variety of languages and had a talent for foreign languages. Apart from the two or three languages she specialized in, Feng Qingxue learned only some basic phrases in a few other languages from her son, unable to provide him the best guidance.

Going back to receive instruction from a group of elders could only be beneficial for him.

Seeing his wife packing their bags in low spirits, Lu Jiang sighed, and while helping, he said, "Xibao is not young anymore. It is his good fortune to learn from the old man for a few more years. We can’t waste his talent just because we’re reluctant. Besides, Xibao will definitely be well cared for at home. The entire brigade will treat him like a treasure. When I’m on leave, our whole family will go back. We’ll see Xibao soon, and you can have a nice long stay at home then."

"I know." Was she not packing their luggage now?

Aside from clothes, shoes, bedding, and food, there was also food and drink, and since the weather was still cold, the dry goods wouldn’t spoil quickly.

Feng Qingxue gave Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu some money and Grain Tickets, with each brother carrying half. If one lost their money or tickets on the way, the other would still have some. "Don’t hesitate to eat on the road; whatever they sell on the train, you buy it."

"Got it, Auntie!" the two brothers replied in unison.

In a low voice, Feng Qingxue said to them, "There is a jewelry box in the luggage where your clothes are packed. Be careful with it on the road. Once you get home, give it to your grandfather. He will understand what it means."

The jewelry box contained some valuable jewels to serve as Jiang Xiaoyue’s betrothal gifts from the Lu Family, as decided by her and Lu Jiang.

Some of these pieces were provided by Guan Linglong as part of her dowry, and some were from Mother Lu; they represented the best they had.

Upon seeing the jewelry box brought by his grandsons, Father Lu immediately understood.

...I’m suffering from enteritis and can’t stand the pain in my stomach. Neither injections nor medicine are effective, probably due to low dosage. Curled up like a shrimp, I’ve run to the toilet at least a dozen times this afternoon. My 10,000-word goal is cut by 60%, with the remaining 40% to be made up tomorrow or another day. I’m in so much pain and sweating all over; please forgive me.