Although they have never had close contact with radios, the two children of the Lu family are definitely not unfamiliar with radios. Xibao saw them at the old leader's house, and Fubao often visited the broadcasting room in the army, so he had naturally seen radios.

It’s just that everyone takes good care of the radio and doesn’t let their children touch it, so they are very curious.

Lu Jiang held his daughter in front of the radio and let her touch it. He felt that the girl was cute and well-behaved, so he touched her twice carefully and then took his hand back, unlike Xibao who almost didn't touch the radio with his face.

Seeing Xibao's imminent movements, Lu Jiang reached out and slapped the back of his hand!

"Dad!" Xibao touched the back of his retracted hand and glared at his father.

Feng Qingxue saw that both children were not interested in the cream cake, so she asked Feng Qingyun to take it to eat.

"Xibao, come here. I'll tell you why there's no door to the radio. Even if there is a door, you can't find anyone to talk to if you go in."

Hearing her mother's call, Xibao turned around quickly, ran to her and shook her hand, "Mom, tell me quickly, tell me quickly, why is there someone talking on the radio but I can't see anyone? I found it." I opened a small door, but my father wouldn’t let me open it, and he beat me! Look, the back of my hand was red, and it hurt, so my mother had to give me a blow.”

Feng Qingxue looked at it and saw that Lu Jiang had done it in a measured manner. There was no redness or swelling, but she still blew it carefully for her son, "That is the small door where the battery is installed. Of course, dad can't let you open it."

Xibao pouted, "I just want to see if anyone is there!"

"Look at you, you are so big, the radio is so small, and the door is so small, how do you get in? Even if you get in, you can't find anyone because there is no one inside. Just like a phone, you can hear other people As for the voice, if you are talking on the other side of the phone, your voice can be heard on the other side, but you are not on the phone, right? "

"Yes!" Xibao touched his bald head, "But mom, why? Why is there no one on the radio but someone singing on it? I can't get into the phone but Sister Xiaoyue can hear me? Mom, you Tell me!"

For a moment, Feng Qingxue didn't know where to start.

However, she soon had an idea and looked at the little bald man in front of her with a smile, "Xibao, Grandpa Jin who lives in the cowshed knows this. Can you go and say hello to Grandpa Jin?"

"Grandpa Jin?" Xibao thought for a moment, "Not in the bullpen."

"Not here?" Feng Qingxue was slightly stunned.

Feng Qingyun put the cream cake that she was reluctant to eat in the cupboard together with the other two boxes of cream cakes. She turned around and said with a smile: "They have all moved out of the cowshed and are living in newly built thatched houses before the farming season. Uncle Xu I also moved here with Aunt Xu, and several other people came here, both men and women from Shanghai, and they were all very old.”

Feng Qingxue immediately asked: "Are they all in the thatched house now?" It must be He Qingyin and the others who came from Shanghai.

Feng Qingyun shook her head, "How can I let them hide in the house in broad daylight? They are all working in the fields. There is a lot of farm work in our brigade. The spring sweet potatoes and spring peanuts planted in the fields need people to work on. Moreover, It will take more than ten days for the wheat to be harvested.”

Today is the seventh day of April and tomorrow is the eighth day of April. It is not Xibao's birthday.

Feng Qingyun exclaimed, "Sister, Xibao's birthday, Xibao's birthday is tomorrow!"

"We are just rushing back to celebrate Xibao's birthday, otherwise we will come back later." Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "Ajiang, please forget about the radio for now and go see if there is any work in the fields that needs your help."

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