This made the entire Wanglou Brigade reek.
Even the cold winter months couldn't keep the stench at bay.
Feng Qingyun's children didn't want to go outside, so they stayed home with Xibao, while Feng Qingxue took the opportunity to make clothes, shoes, and dry food for Lu Jiang, and at night, she transformed his bulletproof vest into several coats.
Because, before the work of manure application in the Wanglou Brigade finished, Lu Jiang had to leave.
This farewell, who knows when they would see each other again.
"Ah, Little Fatty, you haven't learned to call me dad yet!" Tomorrow at six in the morning, he would have to catch a train, so after dinner, Lu Jiang took a nice hot bath, used soap, left his body smelling nice, put on a new set of warm underwear, and sat on the bed playing with his chubby son.
Feng Qingxue was packing his suitcase, and the moment she heard his words, tears sprung from her eyes.