Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 828 - 0828 After New Year’s Day 3

Chapter 828: Chapter 0828 After New Year’s Day 3

Wan Xinguo felt his heart sinking, suddenly overtaken by an ominous premonition.

"Comrade Lu Jiang, since it concerns both Comrade Chen Chen and me, I have the right to know what happened in the Capital. Can our years of camaraderie not withstand your hesitation? Come on, be a man and tell me straight."

With that said, Lu Jiang no longer kept him in the dark.

Wan Xinguo’s eyes widened, he breathed heavily, his fists clenched with the veins on the back of his hands standing out, his towering rage finally turned into a surge of gratitude, "Thank you, thank you Comrade Lu Jiang for not keeping me in the dark. I’ll file an application report right away; I won’t travel with Shang Kun and the others. I’ll take a plane, the sooner I go, the sooner I return."

"Then okay, I’ll have the troops issue you a letter of introduction," Lu Jiang understood Wan Xinguo’s urgency to get to the Capital as soon as possible.

Wan Xinguo grunted in response, then continued, "Comrade Lu Jiang, could you lend me two hundred yuan?"

"Lend money? What about your salary?"

It wasn’t that Lu Jiang was unwilling to lend money, but he knew Wan Xinguo’s salary, plus allowances; he could save a considerable amount each year, and his personal expenses were very limited.

Wan Xinguo’s face darkened, "After getting married, I gave all my savings to Comrade Chen Chen. Since then, apart from my own expenses, I send most of my monthly wages to her. I feel that, since we’re married, it’s right for the wife to take charge of the household finances. That way, she feels at ease. The salary for this month hasn’t been paid yet, and I only have about ten yuan on me. But the plane ticket and return train ticket are not cheap, and once I get to the Capital, I’ll need a place to stay, there’s money to be spent on everything."

Lu Jiang went home and got three hundred yuan and some Grain Tickets for him from Feng Qingxue, "Just the plane ticket and the train ticket will almost use up all this money, you should always carry some extra for unforeseen events. Here’s twenty kilograms of Grain Tickets, take them with you. When you leave, I’ll also give you the dry food Xibao’s mom made for you, having provisions makes the journey rich, it’s always good to bring more."

Although he was already forty years old, Wan Xinguo’s nose still twitched with emotion, "Thank you, Comrade Lu Jiang."

Lu Jiang handed him a piece of paper, "This is where Xibao’s mom stayed for her postpartum recovery in the Capital, the landlord is a war veteran, a really nice person, and the neighbors are also very kind. If you have no place to stay in the Capital, asking this elder for shelter for a few days should be no problem at all. Xibao’s mom has prepared some gifts for the old man, please take them as well on our behalf. If you go to the military district, you can look for Deputy Commander Zhao first."

"Okay!" Wan Xinguo gained a new appreciation for the character of Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue.

Their gratitude for the borrowed residence, despite the short period, proved their integrity.

Feng Qingxue prepared three days’ worth of dry food for Wan Xinguo, made a suit of clothes, and two pairs of cotton-padded shoes for Hong Zhanjun. The suit had everything inside and out, covering all seasons, and the size was obtained by telegraph from Wang Xinsheng.

After Wan Xinguo arrived in the Capital, travel-worn, his first visit was to Hong Zhanjun.

The old man was full of vigor, arguing with Lun Bing at the doorstep. Seeing Wan Xinguo appear at his door, he curiously sized him up a few times, and upon learning that he was Xibao’s father’s comrade, the two elders immediately came forward to surround Wan Xinguo.

"Xibao, ah, in the blink of an eye, it’s been over a year since you left, have you grown taller?" Lun Bing was especially enthusiastic.

Wan Xinguo smiled, "Taller, yes, he’s shot up, seems a bit thinner than when he was younger."

Lun Bing stomped her feet, "Thinner? He must have suffered."

Hong Zhanjun had never seen Xibao, but he had heard the neighbors mention him so many times his ears could have grown calluses. He gave Lun Bing a glare, "What parents would let their child suffer? Didn’t you hear what this brother said? He grew taller, naturally, he would look thinner."