Chapter 593 Family Arrival 1

Although she was pregnant, Feng Qingxue didn't feel that she was delicate or weak. She basically took care of Xibao's eating, drinking, defecating and urinating by herself, and didn't let Lu Jiang bring him to the camp to annoy others. Lu Jiang didn't go home every day, and only when he went home did he take care of Xibao. However, when Commander Ye Zhengjun and his men asked the guards to pick up Xibao occasionally, she would let them go directly. After all, it wasn't like that every day. So when the little guy came back from playing, he would either ask to ride a big horse or look at sheep and guns.

The result of being overly excited or tired is that the little fat boy falls asleep as soon as he hits the kang at night, and Feng Qingxue doesn't need to bother to coax him.

If he stayed at home all day without going out, he would have no place to vent his energy, and would toss and turn on the kang at night, making mischief, and would not fall into a drowsy sleep until ten or eleven o'clock.

So, whenever Feng Qingxue had the chance, she would take him out to play.

Habits become second nature. Just after breakfast this morning, Xi Bao rushed Feng Qingxue out with a gun in her hand, "Mom, play!"

He called "Mom, Mom" ​​and his smile was as beautiful as a flower, and it was impossible for others not to love him.

"Would you please wait for mom? I'll get something for you."

"Okay!" Xibao stood obediently at the door, like a good child.

He was a little tired of standing, so he squatted down and urinated on the ground. He lowered his head to look, moved to the side, and said unhappily, "Mom, there are no ants."

Feng Qingxue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mom will take you to look for it later, let's see if we can find it."

Why did Xibao say that? The adults taught me.

The soldiers in the army were basically from the working class, and they often told Xibao that pee could drown the ants when they were taking Xibao to pee. Feng Qingxue heard it once by chance, and Xibao probably remembered it.

After hearing what her mother said, Xi Bao nodded her head and said, "Well, let's find ants!"

Feng Qingxue quickened her pace and took out two pairs of cloth shoes with black uppers, from which she had removed a red mark on the bottom of the shoes last night. She was going to give them to Ye Zhengjun. When she sent Xi Bao back yesterday, the shoes on his feet were so tight that they were gaping.

Due to Ye Zhengjun's rank, the army issued him leather shoes, but he was not used to wearing them and only wore cloth shoes.

However, he was stationed at the border alone, his wife was not around, and he did not know how to make shoes, so his shoes were often worn out to the point of being unbearable. Soldiers who knew how to make shoes or female soldiers like Guo Xiuying would occasionally make two pairs for him.

These thousand-layer cloth shoes look almost the same as handmade shoes, but they are not purely handmade. Outsiders cannot tell. Feng Qingxue is very clear about it. She has a lot of them stored in her space, both men's and women's. At that time, the wholesale price was only ten yuan a pair, and the shoe stores in towns only sold them for twenty-one yuan a pair. To put it bluntly, they just wanted to save money. They also bought labor protection supplies, and there were also Liberation shoes and the like.

Feng Qingxue took the shoes and tucked them under her armpits. She put on a canvas bag with a water bottle, lunch box, food, etc. on her back, closed the door, and took Xibao's hand, "Xibao, let's go find Grandpa Ye."

"Grandpa!" Xi Bao was deeply impressed.

"Yes, go find Grandpa Ye, the military commander who took you riding yesterday."

Xi Bao was excited, "Big horse, mommy, mommy, ride a big horse, there are sheep, sheep!"

"Okay, Mom will take you to see the sheep, cows, and horses." Feng Qingxue didn't want to go to the camp to disturb the soldiers who were participating in training, so she had to take Xibao outside to play. On the grassland outside the camp, the army had soldiers responsible for herding horses and sheep.

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Xibao understood what was said and was extremely happy. She cheered, "Sheep, sheep, sheep!"

(End of this chapter)