Chapter 1310 Unbelievable 3

Is this something a child can decide? no.

Lu Jiang directly carried the naughty son on his shoulders, "Qingxue, let's go home. We will pack up another day before visiting some seniors and sisters-in-law who arrived before you."

"Okay!" Feng Qingxue had long been looking forward to returning home.

Chen Rong and Lu Cheng helped the one holding the child and the one carrying the luggage without any pretensions, which made the Guancheng brothers excited, because in the stories of Zhou Fengchu and others, these two people in front of them were all experienced. The great hero of war.

Xibao followed Lu Cheng with bright eyes, "Grandpa, you have beaten Lao Mei, right? I really like hearing your stories."

"Me? Story?" Lu Cheng lowered his head and looked at the little boy in front of him, whose sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes looked very similar to Lu Jiang's.

"Yes, Grandpa Zhou said, it's hard work for you to cross the Yalu River to fight against the Americans!" When mentioning Zhou Fengchu, Xibao lowered his voice consciously, "Grandpa Zhou said you are one of the commanders, you are so powerful, good Wei Feng, when I grow up, I also want to be a soldier, I also want to fight, and kill all the bad guys who bully the people of our country and invade our country’s territory!”

"Okay, okay, have ambition!" Lu Cheng likes ambitious children.

While they were talking, they arrived at the family compound.

The buildings here are much better than those of the border guards, with rows of bungalows.

Given Lu Jiang's rank, the army allotted the family members a four-room bungalow with a yard, complete with water and electricity, a kitchen and a toilet. However, a tree in the yard seemed to have been cut down, leaving only its roots.

"There was trouble in the past few years," Chen Rong said. "The walnut trees in the Xishan Military Region compound in the capital were completely cut down."

Feng Qingxue had an impression of Xishan Courtyard. The Jiang family lived there. It was the location of the troops stationed in Beijing and it was also the most famous military compound. Whether you had the chance to live in it would depend on Lu Jiang's ability.

The house was very clean, and many of the things were familiar and had been sent from the border guard.

"My gun!" Xibao was surprised and delighted. He took three steps at a time and picked up his childhood treasure.

Xiongxiong jumped up and stretched out his arms to grab it, "I want it, give it to me, give it to me!"

This wooden gun was played very smooth, and Xibao didn't play with it much when he grew up. And Fubao didn't like boys' toys when he was a child, so after seeing each other for several years, Xibao never let go.

If Xibao is not given, Xiongxiong will jump, but he is short and cannot reach it no matter how long he stretches his arms.

"Brother, big brother, give it to me, give it to me!" Xiong Xiong screamed anxiously, his little face turned red.

"Here you go!" Xibao decided to hate Lu Erxiong.

Feng Qingxue couldn't care less about the dispute between their brothers. The first thing she did when she got home was to take out the food and vegetables she had brought and prepare to cook.

Lu Jiang didn't have the majesty of an army commander at this time. He was wearing an apron and his wife was busy. Chen Rong and Lu Cheng looked at each other. Neither of them expected that Lu Jiang would be like this after returning home.

Look at Lu Jiang’s craftsmanship again, oh, it’s not bad! Full of color and fragrance.

Feng Qingxue put a plate of fried peanuts on the table and asked Chen Rong and Lu Cheng to wash their hands and eat. "Our family grows some peanuts every year, and we also grow some on our own land. Uncle Zhou asked us to bring them to some seniors. I bought some and some melon seeds. After dinner, we packed up our luggage and took them back to the two old comrades. "

"Only things, no letters?" Chen Rong was more concerned about this than the things.

They were in a high position and lacked nothing but news about Zhou Fengchu.

. . . I've written three and a half chapters, but I can't finish four. I'm so angry that I have to go out. I'll update it tonight.