Chapter 1011 Xibao’s Birthday 2

Although they had never come into close contact with a radio, the two children of the Lu family were definitely not unfamiliar with it. Xibao had seen it at the old leader's house, and Fubao often went in and out of the radio room in the army, so naturally he had seen a radio.

People are more careful about their radios and don't let their children touch them, so they are very curious.

Lu Jiang held his daughter in front of the radio and let her touch it. He thought girls were well-behaved and cute, so he carefully touched her twice and then withdrew his hand. Unlike Xi Bao, who almost put her face against the radio.

Seeing Xibao's restless action, Lu Jiang reached out and hit him on the back of his hand!

"Dad!" Xi Bao touched the back of her retracted hand and glared at her father.

Feng Qingxue saw that the two children were not interested in the cream cake, so she asked Feng Qingyun to take it and eat it.

"Xibao, come here. I'll tell you why the radio has no door. Even if it had a door, you wouldn't be able to find the person you're talking to if you went in."

But she soon had an idea and looked at the little bald head in front of her with a smile, "Xibao, Grandpa Jin who lives in the cowshed knows about this. Why don't you go ask Grandpa Jin?"

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"That's right!" Xi Bao touched her bald head, "But mom, why? Why is there no one on the radio but someone is singing inside, and I can't get into the phone but Sister Xiaoyue can hear me talking? Mom, tell me!"

Hearing her mother's call, Xi Bao turned around quickly, ran to her and shook her hand, "Mom, tell me, tell me, why is there someone talking on the radio but I can't see anyone? I found a small door, but Dad wouldn't let me open it and beat me! Look, the back of my hand is all red, it hurts so much, Mom, please blow on it for me."

"Not here?" Feng Qingxue was slightly stunned.

For a moment, Feng Qingxue didn't know where to start.

Feng Qingyun put the cream cake that he was reluctant to eat and the other two boxes of cream cakes in the cupboard, turned around and smiled, "They have all moved out of the cowshed and are living in the thatched house that was newly built before the busy farming season. Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu have also moved there, and several other people have come, both men and women from Shanghai, all of them are very old and frail."

"Look at you, you are so big, the radio is so small, and the door is so small, how can you get in? Even if you get in, you can't find anyone because there is no one inside. It's like a telephone, you can hear other people's voices, you talk on this side of the phone, and the other side can also hear your voice, but you didn't get into the phone, right?"

"Grandpa Jin?" Xi Bao thought for a moment, "He's not in the cowshed."

Xi Bao pouted and said, "I just wanted to see if there was anyone there!"

Feng Qingxue took a look and saw that Lu Jiang was very measured in his attack. There was no redness or swelling, but she still blew on her son carefully. "That's the small door for the battery. Daddy certainly can't let you open it."

Feng Qingxue immediately asked, "Are they all in the thatched hut now?" Presumably, the ones who came from Shanghai were He Qingyin and the others.

Feng Qingyun shook his head. "How can we let them hide in the house in broad daylight? They have to go to the fields to work. There is a lot of farm work to do in our brigade. People are needed to plant spring sweet potatoes and spring peanuts. Besides, the wheat can be harvested in ten days."

Today is the seventh day of April, and tomorrow is the eighth day of April, which is Xibao’s birthday.

Feng Qingyun exclaimed, "Sister, it's Xibao's birthday. Xibao's birthday is tomorrow!"

"We are in a hurry to come back for Xi Bao's birthday, otherwise we would come back later." Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "Ah Jiang, don't worry about the radio for now. Go and see if there is any work in the field that needs your help."

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