Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 566 - 0566: A Wooden Spear 2_1

Chapter 566: Chapter 0566: A Wooden Spear 2_1

Ye Zhengjun ignored her, he asked Xibao directly, "Xibao, do you want to go out and play?"

"Yes!" The little guy nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice, "Grandpa, play!"

"How about grandpa takes you out?"

"Yes!" His answer was crisp and loud, pointing at the door impatiently urging Ye Zhengjun, "Play, play."

Ye Zhengjun then said to Feng Qingxue: "Good, Comrade Qingxue, I will take Xibao away now. I will return him in one piece, don’t worry. Bring Xibao’s hat, scarf, and gloves."

Feng Qingxue was so helpless, do all old people like to spoil their grandkids?

They can’t be hit, they can’t be scolded.

She put on his hat, scarf, and gloves in order, and while cleaning his face, Qingxue slapped his little bottom in annoyance.

The little guy reacted really fast, reaching out to his bottom, even when his hand couldn’t reach, he still bravely complained to Ye Zhengjun: "Mommy hit me, Grandpa! Mommy hit me! She hit my butt!"

"Mommy hit you? Is mommy bad?"

Upon hearing Ye Zhengjun’s question, the little guy fell silent, his big eyes were secretly looking at Feng Qingxue.

Ye Zhengjun and Xiu Jin burst into laughter, this little lad, he’s got brains, he actually knows the word ’bad’ is not something good.

"Say bye to mommy, grandpa is taking you out to play, to watch uncles train."

As soon as Ye Zhengjun finished speaking, Xibao waved at Feng Qingxue, "Bye, mommy, bye."

"Give mommy a kiss." Feng Qingxue only saw the word compromise in front of her.

Xibao seemed afraid that if he got close, mommy would keep him and not let him out to play. He pouted his mouth, kissed hard in his palm, and blew it towards Feng Qingxue.

Ye Zhengjun and Xiu Jin were once again reduced to laughter.

"Oh, Comrade Qingxue, give me my lunch box, I’m taking it." Ye Zhengjun remembered his lunch box just before leaving.

"General Comrade, the two of us lack nothing, you don’t need to bring anything next time."

"It’s not for you, it’s for Xibao. You don’t have the right to refuse."

Feng Qingxue reluctantly poured the mutton soup into her own lunch box. Before she had time to wash it, Xiu Jin took the empty lunch box. "Comrade Qingxue, rest well at home, we’ll take Xibao."

"Bye!" Xibao kept waving his chubby little hand, without any reluctance.

When Ye Zhengjun brought Xibao to the camp, he received a warm welcome, which far exceeded the popularity of the literary troupe’s performance.

Seeing the soldiers running on the dirt road in the camp, Xibao was extremely excited.

During training, soldiers will carry weapons and ammunition, fully armed, to enhance their load-bearing capacity.

It was not dark yet, and everything was perfectly clear.

"Gun! Gun!" Xibao trembled all over, pointing to the large group of soldiers who ran past in front of him, they were almost all carrying guns.

Ye Zhengjun cheerily said to him: "Right, it’s a gun, a soldier’s gun, a gun to protect the country! Xibao, when you grow up, will you come and learn how to use a gun with grandpa?"

"Yes!" Xibao answered loudly, his big round eyes fixed on the guns.

Zhao Yong came over from a distance, holding up something in his hand.

Xibao had sharp eyes, and saw at once what it was, he excitedly said: "Gun! Gun!"

Pushing Ye Zhengjun’s shoulder, urging him to walk towards Zhao Yong, "Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa, Gun!"

Ye Zhengjun turned around and looked, sure enough he saw a wooden gun in Zhao Yong’s hand, "Who made that? It’s very realistic."