The aftermath of the blind man was handled by Wang Zhengguo and Lu Sanbo, and they also sent the body of the blind man to the crematorium, and then took the ashes back and put them in the coffin, and buried them in the place instructed by the blind man before his death, without a gravestone on the headstone.

Therefore, Wang Zhengguo was completely sure of the death of the blind man, and he died peacefully.

Although he couldn't see the blind man, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue had to go to the Caohu Brigade.

After being full of wine and food, Aunt Xu and other female comrades helped clean up the table of dishes and chopsticks before leaving one after another with the other old people who had been decentralized.

Wang Zhengguo was the last to leave, Feng Qingxue stopped him, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you said that the harvest of the brigade every year after we left is not very good, and what you say is not true. ”

"Am I going to make you lie?" Wang Zhengguo glared.

"I didn't say you were lying, I just thought you were exaggerating." Feng Qingxue put the special products of the capital that had been prepared for Wang Zhengguo in the basket that Wang Zhengguo carried when he came and handed it to Lu Jiang, and asked him to send Wang Zhengguo home, because Wang Zhengguo was drinking, and he was far away, and he needed to cross the river and cross the bridge, "I clearly remember that it was a bumper harvest for a year or two after I left with Xibao, and I remember the type and amount of food sent when my father communicated with the old chief, and my father also said a bumper harvest in front of the old chief." ”

Also, she heard Lu's father say that Lu Tianjun came to the harvest with the teachers and students of the school, and so many people were used, so the harvest could be poor?

Although Feng Qingxue knows that her son's luck has been very good since he was a child, many people are willing to release kindness to him, and he is easy to be loved by everyone, but the mother is not so narcissistic and thinks that her son is extraordinary.

Wang Zhengguo listened and touched his bald head.

That's right, sixty-year-olds are used to shaving their heads, and elderly people with hairstyles like his abound in the countryside.

"Xiaoxue," Wang Zheng said in Chinese, "you have to know that everything has a step-by-step process, and it is not achieved overnight." Since you left, the grain production has decreased, it is a fact that the labor value is low, although the harvest of our brigade is still much better than that of other places, but it is not comparable to when you were there. The harvest in the second year you left looked good, it could be regarded as a bumper harvest, but in fact the yield was reduced by half a percent, and the last two years have been getting worse and worse. Anyway, when you come back, it is a fact that the crops will grow more and more, and it has not been so good for several years, and everyone is waiting for a bumper harvest this year! ”

After saying this, Wang Zhengguo touched Xibao's bald head that was exposed when he took off his hat, "Xibao, uncle and grandfather told you, you live with your grandfather at home, and don't go back to the army with your parents, okay?" ”

Xibao smiled, "Uncle and grandpa, you tell your parents that I am a child!" ”

"What a clever ghost!" Wang Zhengguo picked him up and touched his forehead, "Good boy, come, let your uncle and grandfather touch your good luck, catch Ming'er's wishes, and everything goes well." ”

"All wishes come true, all the best!" Xibao parroted and screamed very crisply.

Wang Zhengguo put him down, "Okay, I have to go back, otherwise your eldest concubine will have to nag for a night." ”

"Uncle, I'll send you!" Lu Jiang held the basket in one hand and held him in the other.

Father Lu also said to the wind and snow: "Xibao and I have gone back to the cowshed, you are tired for a day, rest early, Ming'er, I will ask your third grandfather about the truth of this matter, if it is true, you will go to Caohu for a trip." ”

Feng Qingxue nodded, "Trouble Dad." Xibao, what are you doing? ”