Chapter 1319 Preliminary Understanding 6

After hearing what the Lu family said, Feng Qingxue nodded with a smile on her face, "That's true."

The old leader’s words are no less important than the imperial edicts of old.

Lu Jiang then said to Feng Qingxue, "Don't believe everything you hear. I am not an ordinary person now. Guards follow me every day. Not everyone can get close to me without work reasons."

Feng Qingxue smiled, "Then I have to thank the guards very much, be nice to them, and ask them to be more dedicated."

"You've been very nice to them, they all say you're good." Every time he sent something, he would remind me to share some with the staff around him. Who wouldn't remember it? Especially Ping Zhengkai, the guard who followed him.

Ping Zhengkai is the best fighter in the guard corps and once won first place in a martial arts competition.

Although Lu Jiang asked Ping Zhengkai to go back and rest because his wife and children came, he did not really go back. He always stayed at his post and took the initiative to help with washing clothes and cooking.

Although they are not your relatives, in the army, every soldier is a relative.

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"How come you're okay? Why are you still washing clothes when your hands are so cracked? Soapy water is like salt." Feng Qingxue felt particularly distressed. She snatched the diaper that Ping Zhengkai was washing from his hands and turned back to the room and said, "Ah Jiang, Ah Jiang, did you hear me?"

Ping Zhengkai scratched his head and said, "It's okay, sister-in-law. I'm used to it. When I was stationed in the Northeast, a fellow villager also gave me badger ointment, but it didn't have much effect after applying it."

It was red and swollen, with several cracks, and it was frozen.

"I'm here, I just found it." Lu Jiang came out with the snake oil cream squeezed out of the vanishing cream bottle. "I was just about to ask if you brought the snake oil cream. Zhengkai has old frostbite, which recurs every year. It itches so much that he wants to dig it out with a knife. We have to find a way to eradicate it. Also, did you bring the medicated oil for joint pain? After dinner, let Acheng and the others look after the children. Let's go to the homes of some old veterans. They fought in the ice and snow back then, and they all got the root of the disease."

"Comrade Zhengkai, you don't have to bother, we can do it ourselves." Feng Qingxue came out and saw Ping Zhengkai diapering Dun Dun and Xiong Xiong's pants, and spoke hurriedly, a little embarrassed. When she saw that he was using cold water, she couldn't help but feel distressed, "Why are you using cold water? Aren't your hands freezing? Come into the house and take a rest. Ah Jiang, get Zhengkai some snake oil ointment to wipe it!"

"I brought all the medicinal oils with me because I thought that many veterans had been to the battlefield in Northeast China and might be able to use them." Feng Qingxue has not been idle this year. She has tried her best to buy medicinal materials and prepare medicines, and the space has stored a lot of Chinese patent medicines.

In this regard, Wu Zheng and his apprentice Guan Cheng helped a lot and spent a lot of money.

There are quite a few veterans suffering from rheumatoid arthritis. Lu Jiang took Feng Qingxue to visit several veterans who were most severely tortured by the disease but refused to retire. They all had some unique skills and the army could not do without them. Although they were just soldiers and not high-ranking officers, the veterans had to salute them when they saw them.

"So, these old seniors are all soldier kings!" The so-called soldier kings are eternal soldiers who have served in the army for decades and are highly respected because of the top skills they have mastered. Generally speaking, there are the fewest soldier kings in the army, and more in the air force and navy.

"King of Soldiers?" Lu Jiang thought for a moment and nodded, "Well-deserved!"

. . . I have a splitting headache. I wrote six chapters in seven hours, but I haven’t finished the task. I will continue in the afternoon.

(End of this chapter)