Chapter 1027 Returning to My Mother's Home 8

Wang Zhengguo and Uncle Lu handled Shan Xiazi's funeral. They were the ones who sent Shan Xiazi's body to the crematorium, brought his ashes back and put them in a coffin. They buried him at the location Shan Xiazi had requested before his death, without building a grave or a tombstone.

Therefore, Wang Zhengguo was completely certain that Blind Shan had died, and that he had died peacefully.

Although they couldn't see Blind Shan, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue had to go to Caohu Brigade.

After eating and drinking, Aunt Xu and other female comrades helped to clean up the dishes and the table before leaving with the other elderly people who had been sent down to the countryside.

Wang Zhengguo was the last one to leave. Feng Qingxue stopped him and said with a smile, "Uncle, you said that the harvest of the brigade has not been very good every year since we left. What you said is not entirely true."

"Do you think I'm lying to you?" Wang Zhengguo stared.

"I didn't say you were lying, I just think you were exaggerating." Feng Qingxue put the special products of the capital that had been prepared for Wang Zhengguo in the basket that Wang Zhengguo had brought when he came and handed it to Lu Jiang, asking him to take Wang Zhengguo home, because Wang Zhengguo had been drinking and was far away, so he needed to cross a river or a bridge. "I clearly remember that there were good harvests for one or two years after Xi Bao and I left. I remember the types and amounts of grain that Dad sent to the old leader when he corresponded with him that year. Dad also said it was a good harvest in front of the old leader."

Although Feng Qingxue knew that her son had been extremely lucky since childhood, and many people were willing to show kindness to him, and he was easily liked by everyone, but as a mother she was not so narcissistic as to think that her son had extraordinary luck.

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"Xiaoxue," Wang Zhengguo said earnestly, "You have to know that everything has a gradual process, it can't be achieved overnight. It's well known that grain production has decreased since you left, and it's a fact that the labor value is low. Although our team's harvest is still much better than other places, it can't be compared with when you were here. The harvest in the second year after you left looked good, it could be considered a bumper harvest, but in fact it decreased by half, and it has been getting worse in the past two years. Anyway, it's a fact that the crops have grown more and more prosperous since you came back, it hasn't been so good for several years, and everyone is looking forward to this year's bumper harvest!"

Xi Bao smiled and said, "Uncle, tell mom and dad that I am a child!"

"What a clever guy!" Wang Zhengguo picked him up and touched his forehead. "Good boy, come here, let your uncle share your good luck. Tomorrow, all your wishes will come true and everything will be as you wish."

After saying this, Wang Zhengguo touched Xibao's bald head, which was exposed because he had taken off his hat at some point. "Xibao, uncle grandpa is telling you that you should stay at home with grandpa and not go back to the army with your parents, okay?"

Also, she heard from Lu's father that Lu Tianjun came with the school's teachers and students to harvest the crops. With so many people involved, how could the harvest be bad?

After hearing this, Wang Zhengguo touched his bald head.

That’s right, the sixty-year-old man is used to shaving his head, and there are many elderly people with the same hairstyle as him in the countryside.

"May all your wishes come true and everything go well!" Xibao the parrot imitated, calling out in a particularly crisp voice.

Wang Zhengguo put him down and said, "Okay, I have to go back, otherwise your aunt will nag me all night long."

"Uncle, I'll take you there!" Lu Jiang held the basket in one hand and supported him with the other.

Father Lu also said to Feng Qingxue: "Xibao and I are going back to the cowshed. You are tired after a day, so go to bed early. Tomorrow I will ask your third grandfather whether this matter is true or not. If it is true, you can go to Caohu Lake."

Feng Qingxue nodded, "Sorry to bother you, Dad. Xibao, what are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)