Waiting is a torment.

Counting the days one after another, looking forward to them from morning to night, they always seem so long.

Especially during the waiting period, they had to face the rumors caused by Lu Jiang's silence for several months.

"Xiaoxue, the new house is ready. Will they change their mind?" Aunt Feng was worried. "If you count carefully, it has been several months since the first month of the lunar year, and I haven't heard that Lu Jiang sent you a letter."

Feng Qingxue noticed that many neighbors who were taking a break from work pricked up their ears, and deliberately laughed loudly, "How could that be? When Ah Jiang sent me a letter last time, he said that he had taken on a mission and would not be able to communicate with me for a long time! As for when he can write to me or when he can go home, it depends on the arrangements of the country."

At this point, Feng Qingxue paused and said seriously: "He is a soldier. This identity destined him from the beginning to not belong entirely to his family, but to the country. It is his duty to sacrifice his own family to protect the greater good."

Everyone stood in awe and immediately stopped trying to find out more.

Without the protection of soldiers, how could we have the peace and prosperity we have today?

Although life was difficult due to the famine, equality for all, peace and prosperity for the family and country, and a happy and beautiful life were just around the corner.

Under the leadership of the great leader, everyone is so confident!

Second Aunt Feng always believed what Feng Qingxue said. If she said there was no problem, then there was no problem. So she smiled with relief and said, "Of course, the affairs of the country must come first. No matter how early or late, wait until Lu Jiang is done with his work."

"Yeah, so I'll wait for him to come back home."

The family members waiting for the soldiers to return home are particularly respectable. Everyone stopped talking about Lu Jiang in their gossip, so as not to touch Feng Qingxue's sad memories. After all, no one can guarantee that they can come back safely after completing the mission. The topic turned to the vegetables in the private plots this year, mainly garlic, and of course, some green vegetables.

Aunt Feng said, "Our garlic field is fine. We have six people in our family and we plant two mu of vegetables and one mu of garlic. We harvest the garlic and send it to the supply and marketing cooperative before the Dragon Boat Festival. At least we don't have to worry about the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, needles and thread for the whole year."

Then, she turned to Feng Qingxue and said, "After the garlic is harvested, ask your uncle to send you a basket. If you want to make delicious dishes, you still have to put some crushed garlic cloves in it. Even if you mash it into garlic paste and mix it with sesame oil and vinegar, it will be delicious when you eat steamed buns or steamed corn bread, and it goes well with rice. The vegetables in the field are growing well. If you want to eat them, just pick them yourself. You don't need to ask me."

Feng Qingxue was stunned. "Aunt's land? Every family has land?"

Aunt Feng didn't understand her question for a moment, but Hong Ling's mother next to her said, "That's private plots, vegetable plots reserved for each household, all with a certain amount, and crops are not allowed to be grown. Each person has two mu of private plots, some are in the corners, in front of or behind the house, and some are lucky enough to get a whole family. You and Xiaoyun have some too, but when you were kicked out of the house, your brother and sister-in-law didn't give you the private plots. I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I always forget when you're in front of me. If your aunt hadn't mentioned it today, I wouldn't have remembered it!"

"So, Yunyun and I have a total of four acres of land?" She has been working recently and realized that four acres of land is not small. If she and her sister grow vegetables, they will not be able to eat them all in a year, and they can also dry them into dried vegetables to eat in winter.

"Of course not! Xiaoyun is still a person no matter how small she is, and she has her own land."

After hearing this, Feng Qingxue turned around and went to find Feng Shuanzhu to take back the land that belonged to her and her sister.