Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 347 - 0347: Feng Xue Returns 1_1

Chapter 347: Chapter 0347: Feng Xue Returns 1_1

With winter’s arrival came fluttering snowflakes.

Ten miles around, it was cloaked in silver and white.

However, the faces of the people in the Wanglou Brigade were as rosy as flowers, their joy from the grain distribution never fading.

The production team that the Lu Family belonged to had a slightly higher wage than last year, but after deducting food expenses and various fees, the Lu Family only received three yuan eighty-five cents, nearly becoming indebted. It was not even enough to cover the children’s school fees for the next term.

"Thank God we’re not short of money, otherwise how could we live?" Feng Qingxue silently thanked her luck.

Days passed and seven-month-old Xibao was finally able to roll over. Resting on his stomach, head held high, he clutched his tiny fists and supported his body, all the while fixedly staring at Feng Qingxue, who was reading.

When he noticed his mother ignoring him, the little one was not happy. Perhaps it was fatigue from lying on his tummy. He forcefully kicked his feet, clad in furry booties, attempting to roll back over and lie on the bed. However, due to his bulky cotton-padded winter clothes decorated with little flowers, his several attempts to roll over were unsuccessful. Unable to stand it, he burst into loud cries.

The cry was loud, instantly disturbing the children studying in the outer room.

Guan Cheng, Lu Tianjun, Lu Tianzhi, Guan Yu, Feng Qingyun, and Song Gang, who was enduring his lessons despite being unenrolled, all crowded in one by one, gathering around the bed. "Why is Xibao crying? Xibao, Xibao, don’t cry!"

Seeing so many heads appearing in front of him, Xibao cried even harder, his small palms reaching out towards Feng Qingxue.

"Aunt, how can you just watch Xibao cry?" Guan Cheng skillfully picked up Xibao. The little one comfortable in Guan Cheng’s arms stopped crying, tears glistening at the corners of his eyes.

Feng Qingxue glanced over, feeling reassured.

She discovered that her son was unusually vain and liked being held by good-looking people.

The children from the Lu and Guan Families had inherited their parents’ excellent genes, possessing a combination of handsome and beautiful features. Although Feng Qingyun was young, his face was picturesque, extremely beautiful. Xibao enjoyed being held or teased by them, often laughing gleefully. As for Song Gang, whom he spent most of his time with, it was regretful that Xibao often napped with his eyes closed in Song Gang’s presence.

Song Gang was not ugly. After coming to the Lu household, he was well-fed and warm, growing taller and heavier, with bolder brows and eyes, looking very much dignified, but only merely so.

Fortunately, Song Gang was too young to understand the meaning behind Xibao’s actions.

The children, standing on tiptoe, peered into Guan Cheng’s arms. "Xibao sure must have been crying really bitterly."

"Xibao, Xibao, I’m your little aunt." Feng Qingyun grinned at Xibao, revealing an endearing gap-toothed smile.

Song Gang refused to be outdone, "Xibao, Xibao, I’m your big brother, the big brother who keeps you company every day."

What answered them, however, was a fart from Xibao.

Not particularly loud, and muffled by cotton pants and diapers, but everyone heard it.

The children were all momentarily stunned, about to burst out laughing when they saw Xibao kicking his feet, pouting, and then bursting into cries once again.

"What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Why’s he crying?"

Feng Qingxue explained with a smile, "He was scared by his own fart."

Sometimes he would be startled awake from a sound sleep by his own flatulence and then burst into tears.

Xibao cried so hard it felt as if the sky was darkening, and no matter how much Guan Cheng tried to soothe him, it was no use. In a panic, he quickly handed Xibao back to Feng Qingxue. "Aunt, you try. It’s so cold out, don’t let him cry until he gets a chill in his stomach."

After smelling the familiar scent, Xibao stopped crying with a few sniffles and burrowed his head into Feng Qingxue’s arms.

Knowing that Xibao was merely hungry, and seeing Guan Cheng about to usher the boys out, Feng Qingxue called out to him.