Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 505 - 0505, Retiring and Returning to Hometown 2_1

Chapter 505: Chapter 0505, Retiring and Returning to Hometown 2_1

Perhaps thinking that Xibao looked especially good in red, Chen Xueniang tore some red cotton cloth with white flowers for Xibao to make a set of clothes. The design was white peony flowers on a red background, while the clothes Zhou Yulan made featured red with white magnolia flowers.

At the same time, Chen Xueniang also made a pair of red cloth sandals for Xibao.

Once Xibao put them on, his chubby and fair complexion indeed looked delightful.

Xibao was restless, squirming around, quickly sliding down to the ground. He pointed at Feng Qingxue’s pocket, his face showing urgent need as he called, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Mummy, Daddy!"

Feng Qingxue was taken aback and pulled out a family photo.

"Daddy!" Xibao pointed at Lu Jiang and shouted, showing a hint of disdain when he turned to look at Zhao Anbang.

"What is he trying to say?" Zhao Anbang was dumbfounded.

Feng Qingxue stifled a laugh. "He recognizes you’re not his father." Apparently, his recognition was a bit delayed.

Also, he must have looked at Zhao Anbang’s face closely.

While Zhao Anbang’s skin had much improved owing to not being exposed to the wind and sun while in the military hospital, from Xibao’s perspective, he looked rough, just like Lu Jiang when he first returned the previous year.

Most importantly, while Zhao Anbang had an upright countenance, he was not as handsome as Lu Jiang.

Zhao Anbang could not help but praise, "What a smart kid, he’s astute just like his two dads!"

He skillfully included self-praises and compliments for Lu Jiang throughout the conversation, causing Lu’s father and Feng Qingxue to exchange amused smiles.

After laughing, Lu’s father asked,"Comrade Anbang, are you staying here for good or will you be returning to the barracks? If you do go back, don’t forget to tell us. We can send some things to Ajiang with you."

Zhao Anbang shook his head, "I won’t be going back, I can’t."

A trace of melancholy crossed his face, as well as a lingering attachment to the barracks.

In his current state, he could only be a burden to the army. With the loss of his right arm, he struggled even taking care of himself. How could he serve his country? He didn’t want to waste the nation’s money or hold back his comrades.

Lu’s father and Feng Qingxue were surprised, then said, "It’s good that you’re not going back, you can spend more time with your family."

At least, his life could be preserved.

"Yes, I have the same thoughts." Zhao Anbang quickly composed himself, "After all these years, since my father’s accident, my mother, elder sister and Tianqi have had a hard life. I need to protect them well. The government has been fair to me, they gave me extra pay based on my years of service and will arrange a job for me when I return. I don’t have anything to worry about."

He held a prominent position in the army and had made significant contributions during the war. Therefore, both the government and the country would properly reposition him.

Feng Qingxue remembered some information she saw. It seemed that at this time, when a group was reassigned collectively, they were immediately sent to the northern wastelands. She worried that Zhao Anbang’s reassignment would result in a similar fate, so she went to Cheng Baoguo first when she visited the city instead of mailing a letter.

Leaving aside the issue that Zhao Anbang couldn’t have children, she shared the story of Zhao Anbang catching a grenade bare-handed with Cheng Baoguo.

"Uncle Cheng, Brother Anbang has become disabled for his country and his people and has to retire and return to his hometown. If he hadn’t lost an arm, he would have stayed in the army until the end of his life. The government can’t fail to arrange for him properly!" Lu Jiang was also a soldier, so Feng Qingxue felt empathetic.

After listening to Feng Qingxue’s narration, Cheng Baoguo solemnly said, "Don’t worry, the country won’t treat him poorly, nor will the government!"

Zhao Yide had died, hadn’t he? The position of District Political Commissioner was vacant, they could arrange for Zhao Anbang to take over this position. Even though he lost an arm, his brain wasn’t injured, he had experienced lots of significant events, his prospects for promotion were assured.