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

A floral cotton shirt, blue trousers, patched on top and bottom, and a patched blue square scarf wrapped around his head.

She is dressed as a typical peasant woman, about thirty-four or five years old, with a bronze face, a pair of big energetic eyes, double eyelids, thick hands and feet, and a slim body that makes her look taller.

"Mom, you hit me again!" The big boy suddenly jumped up and touched his back with his backhand in dissatisfaction, showing a very painful expression.

"You are the one who is being beaten!" His mother put her hands on her hips and said aggressively: "Little Shitou, don't you want to be the leader of the soldiers? When you are the leader of the soldiers, you have to take care of both the big and small soldiers. How could you leave the small soldiers and run away like this? During the war, you were such a coward! Have you forgotten that your father was carried out of the dead by his brothers? If your father's comrades only care about yourself and ignore your comrades, how can you run now? A chance to get naughty here!”

Little Shitou felt extremely wronged, "But I am not a soldier now, I am a child! He is not a soldier either, he is a fair and tender little fat man!" He pointed to Xibao, who had stopped crying but had tears on his face.

"What a little fat guy, you speak so unpleasantly. It's a blessing to be fat. What a handsome baby, you are so cruel!"

After his mother finished speaking, she knelt down in front of Xibao and said, "What's your name? I'll beat him later to vent your anger."

"Baby!" Xibao pointed to his nose.

"What do you call me baby? It sounds nice. He's so handsome. If my brother doesn't let you play with him, how about I beat him?"

Xibao shook his head violently, "No, no!"

At this time, Feng Qingxue had already arrived and explained to the other party with a smile: "He said he wanted to play with his brother. You don't want to hit him. Am I right, Xibao?"

"Yeah!" Xibao shook his head and nodded, almost twisting his little neck, looking at the stone expectantly.

Xiao Shitou's mother stood up and said, "His name is Xibao? He really lives up to his name. His small appearance is full of joy, which makes people laugh from the bottom of their hearts. I am Xiao Shitou's mother. My name is Huang Xiuzhi. Qian'er came here Here, because I couldn’t adapt to it, I stayed at home for two or three days before I came out. Xiao Shitou’s father’s name is... Xiao Shitou, what’s your dad’s name?”

Huang Xiuzhi scratched her head and turned to ask her son.

Xiao Shitou said helplessly: "My dad's name is Wu Lei. Why did you forget? He is the Lei of Three Stones."

"My father's nickname is all called by my father's name. I can't remember his real name." Huang Xiuzhi muttered, turned to Feng Qingxue and smiled: "His father's name is Wu Lei. This time I can get it." Remember it, in case anyone in the army asks me who that person is, and I can’t tell you. Comrade, what’s your name?”

Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled, "Wu Lei, Chief of Staff Wu, is your sister-in-law the Chief of Staff Wu's? Sorry, sorry. My name is Feng Qingxue. I came here last year. This is my son Lu Xibao. Oh no, my name is Lu Tianmao. My family name is Lu Tianmao. That mouth is called Lu Jiang."

"Lu Jiang?"

"Lu Jiang?"

The mother and son spoke in unison. Huang Xiuzhi walked up to Feng Qingxue, held her hand and shook it, "My benefactor! My benefactor. Little Shitou's father was Comrade Lu Jiang who pulled him out of the dead and carried him off to the battlefield." , I have kept it in my heart for more than ten years! I really don’t know what to say when I see Comrade Lu Jiang’s family today.”

. . . I didn’t want to update it, but I pressed publish after a scheduled release. I was depressed.