Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

When Lu Jiang heard this, he fell silent.

He has not 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 tapped Zheng Xuefeng's extended hand with chopsticks, "Old Zheng, what do you mean? You don't eat the peanuts in front of you, so you secretly reach out to get mine? Just one or two. The more you grab, the more you want to eat. How could it be so beautiful to keep mine?"

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

Zheng Xuefeng retracted his hand angrily, "Why are you so protective? What's wrong with letting me eat two? I'm not eating your flesh."

"Peanuts are more valuable than meat, don't you know?" Zhao Yong pushed the pile of peanuts in front of him and moved it to the side, as far away from Zheng Xuefeng as possible, and moved it to a place where he could not reach it, but it was closer to Lu Jiang, but Lu Jiang Well, he doesn't have to worry anymore. Lu Jiang brought the peanuts. He must still have some in his hand. He can steal them when he can and share them with everyone.

Noticing Zhao Yong's malicious eyes, Lu Jiang immediately said: "Everything is here. Is it easy for my lover to save some peanuts and send them to me? How many peanuts can I get from growing peanuts at home? I don't want you to watch with such eagerness."

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

"Of course, our production brigade exchanged a large piece of land for grain and other production brigade last year, and planted a lot of cotton, soybeans, peanuts and other cash crops, just to support national construction." Lu Jiang would not tell the private land that he had grown a little in the past two years. , to provide cover for the light wind and snow, because the peanuts grown on the two thousand acres of land can only be harvested in summer and autumn.

In fact, cash crops and grains were not allowed to be grown on private land. It was a vegetable plot for every household. However, Wang Zhengguo turned a blind eye and every household would grow some and sell it to the supply and marketing cooperative to supplement their family income.

Zhao Yong thought for a while and swept most of his peanuts 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 save some."

"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 matter-of-factly, and before he finished speaking, Zhao Yong tapped the back of his hand.

After laughing for a while, he asked about Zhao Anbang again.

Lu Jiang didn't like tobacco or alcohol, so he just licked his lips a little and said, "District political commissar. When Anbang arrived home, the previous district political commissar had committed hooliganism and was executed. When the position became vacant, he asked Anbang to rush over. On."

Ye Zhengjun nodded slightly, "For today's Anbang, civilian cadres are very good, very good."

He was missing an arm, and it was his right arm. He had wounds in all aspects of his body, and it was inconvenient to do any physical work. It would be better to work quietly as a civilian cadre, relying on his brains and knowledge to not worry about the future.

Zhao Yong and Zheng Xuefeng deeply agree.

When they mentioned Zhao Anbang, they all felt sad because Zhao Anbang wanted to stay in the army. During the period of recuperation, he continued to practice the use of his left arm. He became very proficient in using chopsticks, folding quilts, and organizing housework, but in the end he chose to leave. .

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

"Okay, okay, don't think about it. I'll get angry if you mention him." Lu Jiang broke the dull atmosphere, "My precious son's first call, "Daddy," he said. Why did he respond so shamelessly? ?”

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