A benefactor? Now it was Feng Qingxue’s turn to be surprised, "Benefactor? Is that so?"
"Why wouldn’t it be? It’s Lu Jiang, I remember it very clearly. ’Lu’ as in land and ’Jiang’ as in river."
"Sister-in-law, there are so many brothers in the army with the same name. It might not necessarily be my husband Lu Jiang you’re referring to. You needn’t rush to express your gratitude." Feng Qingxue knew all too well that Lu Jiang was brave and a good fighter. She was aware that he had indeed saved many comrades on the battlefield. But wasn’t that his duty? She was proud of him, but she would never boast about it to others.
Wu Lei is a division-level staff officer, belonging to the division under Zhao Yong.
Lu Jiang fought side by side with Zhao Yong and Wu Lei. They are still in the same division, although now he independently controls a brigade. While the brigade belongs to the division, it is an independent force. Feng Qingxue wasn’t entirely sure about the details of how the division is structured or how many non-combat personnel there are, but it’s highly likely that her husband is indeed the Lu Jiang who saved Wu Lei.
Regardless of whether it’s true or not, Feng Qingxue couldn’t just readily agree to Huang Xiuzhi’s words.
If it isn’t true, wouldn’t that make it a joke? If people heard about it, they would think she’s overly keen to take credit.
After hearing Feng Qingxue’s words, Huang Xiuzhi was slightly taken aback, then said: "It doesn’t matter. After all, anyone named Lu Jiang deserves my thanks. I’ll ask Little Stone’s father later, then I’ll know if I’ve thanked the right person."
On this basis, the two naturally had a pleasant chat.
As long as it’s not someone like Wang Baozhu, Feng Qingxue can easily win their favor.
Huang Xiuzhi’s face was full of smiles. She didn’t forget to pat Little Stone’s shoulder and say, "Go, don’t forget to include Xibao when you guys play. If you don’t take him with you, I’ll send you back to school in our hometown!"
Little Stone hung his head low.
"Little ones like playing with bigger kids, but the bigger kids have a lot of games so they don’t really like having the smaller ones along. It’s alright, Little Stone, you guys go play. I’ll look after Xibao," Feng Qingxue empathetically said.
Xibao quickly shook his head, "No, no!"
He couldn’t wait to put his chubby little hand in Little Stone’s hand and urged, "Let’s play!"
"Xibao, call him brother." Feng Qingxue reminded him.
"Brother!" His voice was loud and crisp, and he was both obedient and adorable.
Huang Xiuzhi couldn’t help but praise: "Oh, how is this child so likable? I’ve never seen such a fair and plump child. How do you raise him, big sister? It must take a lot of effort, right? Look at my Little Stone, he’s as black as a goat poop and as thin as a monkey. He’s really like a little monkey, can climb trees to catch birds and swim in the river to catch fish. There’s nothing he can’t do."
Watching Little Stone leading Xibao and the rest of the kids herding the sheep and frolicking around, Wang Xiaowu raced over in a hurry. Feng Qingxue gently laughed and answered, "Isn’t parenting more or less the same? Provide them with food and clothing, and before you know it, two years have passed."
"Two years old?" Huang Xiuzhi was very surprised, "I thought Xibao was at least three or four years old."
His head and body size, doesn’t it make him look like a two-year-old? If you said he’s four, people would believe it.
Feng Qingxue gave a dry chuckle, "He just eats a bit more and got a bit plumper."
Huang Xiuzhi asked how much Xibao weighed. When she learned his last weigh-in at the logistics department was 34 pounds, she gave Feng Qingxue a thumbs up, "My son only weighed 32 pounds when he was five years old, his height was about the same as Xibao’s too."