Chapter 505: Opportunity to Visit Relatives 2

When Lu Jiang heard this, he fell silent.

He hasn't seen his biological father for four years since he was born. He should be grateful that he got the chance to go home last year.

Zhao Yong suddenly knocked on Zheng Xuefeng's outstretched hand with his chopsticks, "Old Zheng, what do you mean? You don't eat the peanuts in front of you, but secretly reach out to take mine? One or two is fine, but the more you grab, the more you get. You want to eat mine and keep yours? There is no such thing as a good thing."

Ye Zhengjun immediately protected the peanuts in front of him, "Old Zheng, you are not allowed to touch mine!"

Zheng Xuefeng retracted his hand in dismay, "Why are you guarding it so tightly? What's wrong with letting me eat two? It's not like I'm eating your flesh."

"Peanuts are more valuable than meat, don't you know that?" Zhao Yong pushed the pile of peanuts in front of him to the side, as far away from Zheng Xuefeng as possible, to a place where Zheng Xuefeng could not reach. Instead, he was closer to Lu Jiang. But as for Lu Jiang, he was not worried. The peanuts were brought by Lu Jiang, so he must have some more in his hands. He would find a chance to steal them and share them with everyone.

Noticing Zhao Yong's malicious look, Lu Jiang immediately said, "Everything is here. Is it easy for my wife to save some peanuts and send them to me? How much can we harvest from growing peanuts at home? You guys shouldn't be so greedy."

"Does your family grow peanuts?" Zheng Xuefeng asked.

"Of course, our production team used grain to exchange for a large piece of land with other production brigades last year and planted a lot of economic crops such as cotton, soybeans, peanuts, etc., just to support national construction." Lu Jiang would never tell that only a little bit of land had been planted on the private plot in the past two years to cover Feng Qingxue's space, because the peanuts planted on the two thousand acres of land can only be harvested in summer and autumn.

In fact, cash crops and grains are not allowed to be grown in private plots. Those are the vegetable plots of every household. However, Wang Zhengguo turned a blind eye to it, and every household would grow some and sell it to the supply and marketing cooperatives to supplement the family income.

Zhao Yong thought about it and put most of the peanuts that belonged to him into his pocket.

Looking up and seeing the expressions of the three people, he immediately said: "Peanuts are hard to come by, I have to eat them sparingly."

"I understand, I understand. You want to keep it for your sister-in-law! We all understand. We all understand. I believe everyone understands." Lu Jiang nodded seriously. Before he could finish his words, Zhao Yong tapped the back of his hand.

After some laughter, they asked about Zhao Anbang again.

Lu Jiang himself doesn't like to smoke or drink, so he just took a sip and moistened his lips, saying, "District Political Commissar. When Anbang got home, the previous district political commissar was executed for hooliganism, and the position was vacant, so Anbang took it."

Ye Zhengjun nodded slightly, "For Anbang now, civilian cadres are good, very good."

He was missing an arm, and it was his right arm, and he had injuries all over his body, making it inconvenient for him to do any physical work. It would be better for him to be a civilian cadre safely and securely, and with his brains and knowledge, he would not have to worry about his future.

Zhao Yong and Zheng Xuefeng strongly agreed.

When talking about Zhao Anbang, they all felt sad because Zhao Anbang wanted to continue staying in the army. During his recovery period, he kept training the use of his left arm, and he had become very skilled at using chopsticks, folding quilts, and tidying up his room. But in the end, he still chose to leave.

As comrades-in-arms, they all understood what Zhao Anbang was thinking.

"Okay, okay, don't think about it. I get angry when I mention him." Lu Jiang broke the dull atmosphere. "He got the first call of dad from my baby son. How could he be so confident to respond?"

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. This little fat guy can't even tell the difference between his biological dad and his godfather.

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

(End of this chapter)