Chapter 1061: Falling Flowers Part 2

With Lu Jiang's departure, the laughter in the Lu family became less frequent.

Feng Qingxue was used to Lu Jiang going out on missions from time to time, so she pretended to be nothing and just looked after the children and did housework.

With the summer harvest approaching, the preparations of Wanglou Brigade are proceeding in an orderly manner. Under the arrangement of the brigade leader and individual team leaders, some are sharpening their knives, some are driving mules to thresh the fields, and some are busy with the unfinished farm work in the fields.

No one allowed Feng Qingxue and Feng Qingyun to go down to the ground.

Feng Qingyun is smart and careful, and can help take care of Xibao and Fubao at home.

Feng Qingyun was pregnant, and her household registration was in the army and she worked in the army, so she didn't have to go to work at all.

After Feng Qingxue finished her housework after breakfast, she practiced calligraphy and painting in the house. In recent days, no matter how busy she was, she would take some time to study, practice calligraphy and painting, and read Guo Ming's medical notes.

"I said thank you, Xiaofang's mother praised me for being so good!" Fubao said proudly, and urged: "Mom, necklace!"

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Fubao nodded vigorously, "Mom, it's a beautiful necklace. I like it very much!"

Feng Qingxue looked down and asked, "Where did they come from? Are the grass beads on the mountain not ripe yet?"

Feng Qingxue found a roll of thick hemp thread and a large needle, threaded the needle, and picked out beads of uniform size from the grass beads. While stringing the beads, she asked, "Xiaoyun, where is Xibao? Didn't you go out together? Who is looking after Xibao now?"

When Feng Qingxue encountered some doubts, she thought of Wu Zheng.

Fubao immediately brought his own little stool, sat on it obediently, and stared at his mother without blinking.

Feng Qingyun followed in and said with a smile, "Fubao was so envious when she saw Xiaofang wearing a string of grass beads around her neck. I told her that we had grass beads at home and I would make her a necklace and then another necklace when I got home. But Xiaofang's mother was too polite and immediately scooped up two large buckets of grass beads that they picked last year and put them in Fubao's basket. Xiaofang's mother also wanted to take Xiaofang's grass bead necklace and give it to Fubao, but I stopped her and Fubao didn't want it either, saying that you would make her a necklace."

She has been so busy lately that she forgot about Guo Ming's instructions to show off in front of Wu Zheng.

The rosy little face and big watery eyes are full of desire.

At this time, Fubao ran into the house carrying a small basket of flowers.

Patting his forehead, Feng Qingxue reminded himself that he would go into the city with Guan Cheng in a few days to visit Wu Zheng.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it for you. You sit on the stool and wait."

"Really? Fubao, do you want a necklace?" Feng Qingxue looked down at her delicate and fair daughter.

"Mom, can you make a necklace for me?" The tender little white hands grabbed a handful of grass beads from the basket, which exuded the unique smell of grass beads, a bit bitter, astringent, and a bit of grassy scent.

Feng Qingxue's heart softened, "Then have you thanked Xiaofang's sister-in-law?" Xiaofang's mother was called Hong Xing, and she was Lu Jiang's niece-in-law. She had a difficult delivery when she gave birth to Xiaofang, and it was Feng Qingxue who saved the lives of both mother and daughter.

Feng Qingyun handed her the selected beads, "Xibao is riding on the donkey, and Uncle Lu is driving the mill!"

Following Father Lu's words, Feng Qingxue felt relieved.

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"On a donkey? Oh, that's all right, as long as he doesn't step on the rollers."

Feng Qingyun chuckled, "They say that no one knows a son better than his father, but I think it's true that no one knows a son better than his mother. This kid saw the stone roller rolling around on the field and was about to step on it. Uncle Lu talked to him about a lot of reasons, and finally he chose to ride the donkey."

(End of this chapter)