There were dozens of people on the mission, but Lu Yunzhou was the only one who did not return.
Losing a comrade-in-arms is most frightening when facing an understanding family member.
He was speechless.
Lu Rongzhen harbored no resentment. Everyone is a child born of a mother and raised by a father. If they could all be brought back, no one would want to leave one person behind. Since her Yunzhou was left there forever.
Even if she harbors resentment, it will be of no use.
Yunzhou is a good boy, and he certainly wouldn't want his mother to resent his comrade-in-arms.
"Come in and have a seat," Lu Rong invited.
Mu Fan said, "Auntie, are you and your sister-in-law ready? We'll take you out to eat and visit the temple fair. The fair here might be different from the one over there, but it'll be a good way to relax."
Lu Rong didn't want to go.
Qiao Wanyue walked over and said, "Mom, go and see what Commander Mu and Political Commissar Wei mean by this."
Lu Rong looked at his daughter-in-law's face and nodded.
She went back to her room, got some fruit, and stuffed it into their hands.
“My daughter-in-law bought these, you should try them.”
Lu Heng heard the commotion and came out as well.
"Aheng, this is Political Commissar Wei. He's taking us out to eat. Get ready."
Lu Heng: "Okay, I'll be right out."
Lu Heng tidied himself up briefly and changed his clothes before coming out.
The group followed Mu Fan out.
September nights are rather cool. Although the Northern Military Region is not close to the city center, the surrounding area is quite bustling. Mu Fan brought them to a lively temple fair, which was full of vendors.
There are designated times for setting up stalls; they are only allowed on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month. The stalls mainly sell agricultural products from various households, as well as some exquisite handicrafts. No tickets are required; you can exchange goods for them.
There aren't many activities here at night, except for the occasional temple fair, which young women and married women alike love to attend, preparing their money well in advance to come out and have fun.
This era wasn't as prosperous as the 1980s, after all, there were many restrictions and various policies. Having seen the hustle and bustle of the 1980s, Qiao Wanyue wasn't very interested in this place.
But she still kept an eye on what those people were selling. Although the North was not as good as Guangzhou, it was closer to the coast and had received many new markets, thus firing the first shot of reform.
In her previous life, Qiao Wanyue opened a restaurant overseas. She was more sensitive to the market than others. The food at the temple fair was simple mung bean cake and sponge cake, and the presentation was not very exquisite.
Although not every household was wealthy in this era, in cities like those in the north, food and clothing were no longer a problem. What they lacked was a zest for life, and these dull and boring pastries would soon become a thing of the past.
State-owned stores with a keen business sense have developed exquisite pastries, but they are not yet widely available, and the market is still huge.
Qiao Wanyue made a comparison in her mind.
Lu Rong wasn't in a very good mood. She had just gone through the pain of losing her son, and no one expected her to be all smiles.
Qiao Wanyue walked up to a pastry stall. The shopkeeper, seeing that she was a stranger, smiled and said, "These are all made by my wife. You can exchange them for some eggs or grains." Bartering is openly permitted here.
Qiao Wanyue understands the rules.
She smiled but didn't say anything.
She reached for the pastry shaped like a flower. The pastry was probably steamed from rice flour and had just come out of the oven, still carrying a faint fragrance. She took a small piece that the shopkeeper had cut out and was about to put it in her mouth to taste it.
Suddenly—her body arched backward uncontrollably.
Qiao Wanyue managed to keep her balance and avoid falling.
"Wen Bing," Mu Fan said angrily.
Qiao Wanyue saw who it was, raised her eyebrows, walked over, and stomped hard on the pair of black leather shoes.
Wen Bing's facial features were distorted.
"Get out of my way." She reached out to shove Qiao Wanyue.
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