Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Although she was pregnant, Feng Qingxue didn't feel how delicate or weak she was. She basically took care of Xibao's food, drink, and toilet, and didn't let Lu Jiang bring him to the camp to cause trouble, and Lu Jiang didn't go home every day. , it was him who took care of Xibao when he returned home. However, Commander Ye Zhengjun and others asked the guards to pick up Xibao occasionally, and she let him go directly. After all, this was not the case every day, so the little guy went out to play and came back, either shouting about riding a big horse or looking at sheep and guns.

The result of excessive excitement or fatigue is that the little fat man falls asleep on the kang at night, and Feng Qingxue does not need to bother to coax him.

If he stayed at home for a day without going out and had nowhere to vent his energy, he would have to toss and turn on the kang at night and make mischief until ten or eleven o'clock before he fell asleep in a daze.

Therefore, Feng Qingxue took him out to play whenever she had the chance.

Habits become natural, no, right after eating in the morning, Xibao urged Feng Qingxue to go out with a gun in his hand, "Mom, play!"

He screamed mom, mom, with a smile on his face, unable to help others not loving him.

"Can you wait for mom? Mom will get something."

"Okay!" Xibao stood obediently at the door, like a good child.

He was a little tired from standing, so he squatted down, peed on the ground, looked down, moved to the side, and said unhappily: "Mom, there are no ants."

Feng Qingxue was stunned and smiled: "Mom will take you to look for it later to see if you can find it."

Why did Xibao say that? Adults can teach you.

Most of the soldiers in the army came from poor working people. When they took Xibao to pee, they often said that peeing drowns ants. Feng Qingxue heard this once by chance, and Xibao probably remembered it.

After listening to his mother's words, Xibao nodded, "Well, let's look for ants!"

Feng Qingxue speeded up and took out two pairs of mille-layer cloth shoes with black uppers that had removed the red mark on the bottom of the shoes last night. They were going to be given to Ye Zhengjun. Yesterday, when he brought Xibao back, the shoes on his feet were all stained. Opened his mouth.

Ye Zhengjun's rank was there, and the army issued leather shoes, but he was not used to wearing leather shoes and only wore cloth shoes.

However, he was stationed alone on the border, his wife was not around, and he did not know how to make shoes. A pair of shoes would often be worn out to the point of being unbearable. Soldiers who knew how to make shoes or female soldiers such as Guo Xiuying occasionally made two pairs for him. past.

Such mille-layer cloth shoes, which look just like handmade shoes, are actually not purely handmade. Outsiders can't tell. Feng Qingxue felt very bright. She had a lot of them stored in her space, including both men's and women's styles. At that time, the wholesale price They only cost ten yuan a pair, and shoe stores in towns and villages only sell twenty pairs. To put it bluntly, they are just for cheap, including labor protection supplies and Jiefang shoes.

Feng Qingxue took her shoes and put them under her arm. She carried a canvas bag with a kettle, lunch box, food and other things on her back. She closed the door and took Xibao's hand. "Xibao, let's go, let's go find Grandpa Ye."

"Grandpa!" Xibao was deeply impressed.

"Yes, go find the military commander named Ye, the grandfather who took you riding yesterday."

Xibao was excited, "Big horse, mom, mom, ride a big horse, there are sheep, sheep!"

"Okay, mom will take you to watch the sheep, cows and horses." Feng Qingxue didn't want to go to the camp to disturb the soldiers who were participating in the training, so she had to take Xibao to play outside. On the grassland outside the camp, there were soldiers in the army who were responsible for herding horses and sheep. .

Xibao understood the words and was so happy that he cheered: "Sheep, sheep, sheep!"