Chapter 1027 Returning to Mother’s Home 8

Wang Zhengguo and Lu Sanbo handled the matters after Blind Shan's death. They also took Blind Shan's body to the cremation ground, then took the ashes back and put them in the coffin. They buried him at the place he had instructed before his death, without erecting a tombstone.

Therefore, Wang Zhengguo was completely sure that Blind Shan was dead and died peacefully.

Although Blind Shan could no longer be seen, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue had to go to the Caohu Brigade.

After having enough wine and food, Aunt Xu waited for the female comrades to help clear the table, and then left one after another with other old people who had been decentralized.

Wang Zhengguo was the last one to leave. Feng Qingxue stopped him and said with a smile: "Uncle, you said that the harvest of the brigade has not been good every year since we left. You are not entirely true."

"Am I telling you to lie?" Wang Zhengguo stared.

"I didn't say you were lying, I just thought you were exaggerating." Feng Qingxue put the specialties from the capital that had been prepared for Wang Zhengguo's country in the basket that Wang Zhengguo had brought when he arrived, and handed them to Lu Jiang and asked him to take Wang Zhengguo home. , because Wang Zhengguo drank and was far away, so he needed to cross the river and the bridge. "I clearly remember that there was a good harvest in the year or two after Xibao and I left. In the year when my father corresponded with the old leader, the type and amount of food he sent me I still remember that my father also said a great harvest to the old leader."

Also, she heard from Lu's father that Lu Tianjun came to harvest with the teachers and students of the school. So many people were used, how could the harvest be bad?

Although Feng Qingxue knew that her son had very good luck since he was a child, and many people were willing to show kindness to him, and he easily gained everyone's love, but the mother was not that narcissistic and believed that her son had extraordinary luck.

Wang Zhengguo listened and touched his bald head.

Yes, the sixty-year-old man is already accustomed to shaving his head. There are many elderly people with a hairstyle like his in the countryside.

"Xiaoxue," Wang Zhengguo said earnestly, "you have to know that everything has a step-by-step process, and it is not achieved overnight. It is well known that food production has decreased since you left, and it is a fact that the work value has been low. Although our brigade's The harvest is still much better than that of other places, but it is incomparable to what it was when you were here. The harvest the second year after you left looked pretty good, and it was considered a bumper harvest. In fact, the harvest was reduced by half. Recently, the harvest has been reduced by half. It’s been getting worse in the past two years. Anyway, it’s a fact that the crops have grown more and more prosperously since you came back. They haven’t been this good for several years. We are all looking forward to a good harvest this year!”

After saying this, Wang Zhengguo touched Xibao's bald head that was exposed when he took off his hat. "Xibao, my uncle told you that you should live with your grandfather at home. If you don't go back to the army with your parents, OK?"

Xibao smiled and said, "Uncle, tell your parents that I am a child!"

"What a clever guy!" Wang Zhengguo picked him up and touched his forehead, "Good boy, come on, let uncle and grandpa take advantage of your good luck. May all your wishes come true tomorrow and everything goes well."

"All your wishes come true, everything goes well!" Xibao parrot imitated, shouting very crisply.

Wang Zhengguo put him down and said, "Okay, I have to go back, otherwise you will have to nag me all night."

"Uncle, let me see you off!" Lu Jiang held the basket in one hand and supported him with the other.

Father Lu also said to Feng Qingxue: "Xibao and I went back to the cowshed. You have been tired for a day, so go to bed early. Tomorrow I will ask your third grandfather whether this matter is true or not. If it is true, you can go Take a trip to Caohu.”

Feng Qingxue nodded, "Sorry to trouble you, Dad. Xibao, what are you doing?"