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

"Since his life is saved, I feel relieved. Will he be disabled?"

For more than two months, Wang Fengqiao was worried to death.

Although soldiers are worthy of respect, how can Lu Jiang be worthy of his beautiful niece if he is disabled? However, thinking of his niece's personality, he felt that even if Lu Jiang was disabled, she would not abandon him.

Feng Qingxue said seriously: "I asked the doctor, as long as the shrapnel in the arms and legs is removed and he is well, he will be fine."

"That's good, that's good." Wang Fengqiao patted her chest, "Then you can take Xiaoyun home. I guess the Lu family will ask me to come to discuss the wedding date with you in two days." She should also prepare to add makeup for Feng Qingxue.

Hearing this, Feng Qingxue's face turned red again, "Auntie!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, you guys go quickly, I won't keep you here!"

Feng Qingxue left her two cans of malted milk, which were given by Lu Jiang's comrades when they came to visit Lu Jiang. Lu Jiang didn't like to drink it, and Feng Qingxue didn't like it either, so she brought them back, and Lu Jiang asked Niu Yibao to fill them for her.

Wang Fengqiao refused several times but failed to refuse, so she had to accept it.

When they got home, Wang Zhengguo drove away in a mule cart, and Feng Qingyun instantly became lively.

"Sister, sister, I asked someone to tell my second aunt that she has cleaned the room for us and dried the quilts!"

Feng Qingxue took a look and found that the house was indeed clean and spotless. However, there were all kinds of dried and pickled vegetables in the west kitchen. A closer look showed that they were all grown in her own vegetable garden.

When she came out and looked at the vegetable garden again, sweet potatoes and potatoes had been planted.

I took two cans of malted milk to thank Aunt Feng. As the busy farming season had just ended, Aunt Feng, who was holding her grandson and teasing him, smiled and said, "You've been gone for two or three months, and Xiaoyun lives at your aunt's house. I think it's a pity for these vegetables to get old, so I pickled and dried the vegetables that can be pickled with your sister-in-law without your consent, and kept them for the winter." Feng Qingxue was very grateful, "Thank you, aunt, and thank you, sister-in-law." "Why should I thank you? We have benefited a lot from you this year!" Aunt Feng saw the two cans of malted milk she brought and said, "I heard that Lu Jiang was injured in the war. You should leave it for him to replenish his body. Why give it to us?" "Aunt has said that we are family. Why should we be polite? Lu Jiang doesn't like to drink it. He brought back the ones sent by his comrades and said that he would give them to relatives and friends to try. He would trouble relatives and friends in the future!" Lu Jiang said that he had to build good relationships with his wife, father, nephew and others when he was injured and respected by everyone, so that he would suffer less grievances from his bad background in the future. Feng Qingxue looked at the baby in the arms of the second aunt, who was dark and thin, not white and fat at all, and whispered: "Aunt has Xiaobao at home, give the malted milk to sister-in-law to drink, add some milk to feed Xiaobao."

Second Aunt Feng did not refuse, she thought so too, she also felt sorry for her daughter-in-law's lack of milk and her grandson's pitiful thinness.

However, she couldn't take her niece's things for free. Now that she was getting married, Second Aunt Feng thought about taking out a quilt cover and quilt lining that she brought as a dowry and giving it to Feng Qingxue as a dowry.

When Feng Qingxue returned home, she sorted out the things she brought.

A pair of red iron thermos, a pair of enamel basins with white background and red flowers printed with the words "Dongfanghong", a pair of white enamel jars printed with the five words "Working People Are the Most Glorious", a pair of red pillow towels with dragon and phoenix double happiness, a bundle of fabrics woven and dyed by ethnic minorities in the southwest, etc., were all dowries given to her by doctors and nurses who had been with her.