After marrying Lu Jiang, Feng Qingxue saw the old photos of the Lu family and realized that Lu Jiang's eldest brother and Lu Jiang were 80% similar in appearance, especially the eyes and eyebrows. The only difference was that Lu's eldest brother was not as tall as his younger brother. Lu Tianjun looked like his father, and Lu Tianzhi looked like his mother, so Lu Tianjun and Lu Jiang looked like father and son.

At that time, Lu Tianjun told her that in his heart, his uncle was as great as his father.

Now he and his brother also regard Feng Qingxue as their mother. Wearing new scarves, they smile all day long.

Looking at his grandson's bright face, Father Lu felt more and more that Feng Qingxue had given a lot to his family, far more than what his family had given to her, so he was particularly looking forward to his son returning home to get married as soon as possible and handing over his private belongings to her as soon as possible.

Perhaps, only in this way, Father Lu felt that his family was worthy of her efforts.

Feng Qingxue didn't think it was a big deal. She could just give more if she had the ability. There was no need to be petty. Compared with the treasures that Father Lu gave her, her contribution was insignificant.

After working for a whole afternoon, I finally finished wrapping all the dumpling fillings.

Looking at the remaining piece of dough in the basin and the unfinished dumpling wrappers on the chopping board, Feng Qingxue kneaded them together again, chopped some green onions, scooped out the lard from the oil can, and baked a few scallion pancakes for dinner for Mr. Lu, his grandfather and his grandson. She also took out the pork elbow that had been stewed in the pot and put it in a clay pot along with the soup, leaving it for the grandparents and grandchildren of the Lu family to eat during the New Year.

"Uncle Lu, Yunyun and I are going back. Starting from tomorrow, we won't be able to come here for about half a month."

In the eyes of the older generation, the Chinese New Year begins on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month and ends on the 15th day of the first lunar month.

The food Feng Qingxue brought was enough for the three of them to eat for half a month, and a lot of additional food was prepared with this in mind.

Originally, people should wear new clothes during the New Year, but in this era, wearing new clothes would attract too much attention and easily cause trouble, so Feng Qingxue did not prepare new clothes for them and her two sisters.

Upon hearing that Feng Qingxue was leaving, Lu Tianjun and Lu Tianzhi immediately showed reluctance on their faces.

It was getting late, and Mr. Lu didn't try to persuade him to stay.

"During this period, you have been sending food here. We haven't touched our own grain. Now that you have sent us so many New Year's goods, you don't have to worry about our grandfather having nothing to eat during the first month of the year."

Lu Tianzhi wrinkled his face and said, "But Grandpa's cooking is not delicious!"

So, even if there was food at home, he didn't want to eat it. He liked to eat what his aunt cooked, even the pickles were delicious.

The child's words made everyone laugh. Feng Qingxue touched his face and said, "After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I will send Tianzhi some delicious food. Tianzhi will have to be self-reliant for the next half month!"

Lu Tianzhi hummed, nodded heavily, and then said: "Aunt Xue, I can't bear to leave you!"

"I will come to see you often in the future." Children's thoughts are the simplest and the emotions they generate are the most sincere.

"It would be nice if Aunt Xue didn't leave."

Hearing Lu Tianzhi whisper this, Lu Tianjun smiled and said, "Little brother, when uncle comes back, Aunt Xue will soon move into our house. If you are anxious, write to uncle tomorrow and urge him to come back quickly."

"I'll write a letter to my uncle right now!" Lu Tianzhi's voice became even louder.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This sentence made everyone laugh again, and no one told him that he couldn't go to the commune to mail a letter tomorrow because it was New Year's Day.

Lu Tianjun and his brother sent Feng Qingxue out of Wanglou Brigade. They watched them disappear from their sight before turning back to go home. The two brothers held hands, taking one step forward and one step back. As soon as they arrived at the cowshed, they saw Wang Jiao.