Chapter 740 The Treasure of Confidence 1
After Commander Chen, Ye Zhengjun and others arrived in the capital, they first asked the guards to deliver the things that Lu Jiang and his comrades had asked them to bring to Feng Qingxue and her three daughters. Then they went to meet the old leaders and were surprised to learn about this matter.
It seems that Xibao is like a fish in water no matter where she is!
Xi Bao, who feels like a fish in water, is shouting happily at home, "My shoes! My hat! My pillow! My bugs..."
He dove headfirst into the newly opened luggage bag, flapping his hands and kicking his feet outside.
After the needle was inserted, Xibao felt something was wrong. She felt suffocated and couldn’t breathe. She kicked her legs wildly, “Help!”
Fortunately, Wang Fengqiao reacted quickly and quickly pulled it out and put it aside. She took the opportunity to look through the things she brought and smiled at Feng Qingxue, "Lu Jiang is really careful. Fubao can use all the things he packed."
Xibao’s swaddling clothes and clothes are brightly colored, and can be worn by a girl who is a lucky baby.
"Jin Zhuzhu is pregnant and asked me to let you know."
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As for other aspects, because of the heavy snow that blocked the mountains, supplies for the border defense forces were hard to come by, so Lu Jiang declined the kindness of his comrades and only asked Commander Chen to deliver several months' salary and tickets to Feng Qingxue, without any food or other things.
"I went to the snowy mountains to train my troops. I occasionally picked two snow lotuses, but they are not as beautiful as yours."
"I heard that the capital has very strong sandstorms. Are you and Xibao used to it?"
"This year, the grass and water are abundant, and there are herds of horses, cattle and sheep. Everyone says that the situation is better than last year and that it can solve the food shortage. I agree with that."
My heart wishes it could turn into a somersault cloud so I can be with my lover in an instant.
Faith is the most important thing.
Although there were some things that were pieced together by comrades, relatives and friends, the quantity was just enough. A few days ago, a comrade gave birth to a baby, and Feng Qingxue asked Lu's father to bring some supplies and milk powder to Xibao. As for the rest, if Fubao wet the swaddling clothes or diapers twice more, and the washed ones were not dried yet, Feng Qingxue would have to wrap Fubao in a big quilt.
"Every time after training, when it's late at night, I think about you, you, Xi Bao, and our unborn child. You take care of two children by yourself, while also taking care of your work. It's very hard, and I'm just left here worrying about it."
Moreover, the things Feng Qingxue prepared for her son were of better quality, soft and durable.
"It's been a long time since we last met. I miss you. Do you miss me?"
How can I not miss you after being separated for half a year?
"I received a telegram saying that Fubao was born weighing 8.2 jin (18.3 catties). I was terrified that something must have happened."
Feng Qingxue agreed very much.
Feng Qingxue curled up on the kang and read the book carefully. She could fully feel the tenderness and sweetness between the lines, and her cheeks couldn't help but blush.
"At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the mountains are covered with snow. I wonder what the weather in the capital is like? Remember to put on more clothes and don't get cold."
There was a thick stack of letters, and each one recorded Lu Jiang's feelings and thoughts at the time, as well as his deep apology.
"Mom, it's hot! It's hot!" Xi Bao, who had climbed onto the kang with a basket of woven grass worms ready to give to her sister, saw it immediately and pointed at her chubby white cheeks, "It's hot!"
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Feng Qingxue didn't deny it, she covered her face and said, "Yes, it's too hot in the room."
Xi Bao sat down on the kang and touched her face, "No, it's not hot!"
"Mom is an adult, so she feels hot. You are a child, so you are not hot. Go and play your own games!" Feng Qingxue argued confidently. She folded the letters she had read one by one, put them into envelopes, and then put them away.
(End of this chapter)