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

Although she had been married to the Lu family for a long time, because Lu Jiang was recuperating at home, Feng Qingxue devoted herself to taking care of him and rarely went out to visit other people's homes. Even when she went out, she would go to her uncle and aunt's house to sit.

Therefore, Feng Qingxue was very happy to see Wang Jiao, who often visited her, and it relieved the pain of Lu Jiang's departure.

No matter how many faults Wang Jiao has, even strangers can't see through her and feel that she is not a good candidate to be a daughter-in-law. However, Feng Qingxue envies her carefreeness and the vitality that belongs to this era.

This kind of Wang Jiao is as comfortable as a fish in water and lives a leisurely and contented life. That is her ability.

"Cousin, is uncle back?" Feng Qingxue asked directly.

Counting the time, Wang Zhengguo should have arrived home, and Lu Jiang should have boarded the train long ago.

Thinking of Lu Jiang, who didn't know when he would come back again, Feng Qingxue's mood instantly dropped again.

"My dad? He's back. When he came back, he scolded me for only eating melon seeds at home and not working. I ran out when I got angry." Wang Jiao sat down on the chair and watched Guan Yu trying to hold up his arms. Holding a roll of wool, Feng Qingxue found a thread from the roll, slowly wrapped it around her finger, and twisted it into a ball of wool. The color of the wool was red and extremely bright.

Seeing this, Wang Jiao was filled with envy, "Xiaoxue, did Lu Jiang buy you new wool? It's so beautiful!"

Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled, making no comment on Wang Zhengguo's scolding Wang Jiao, and did not answer Wang Jiao's question. Instead, she asked: "Cousin, you also think this curly yarn is beautiful?"

"No, there's nothing bad about red wool!" Wang Jiao likes red the most, bright red.

"Can I use this yarn to knit a sweater for my cousin?"

After listening to Feng Qingxue's words, Wang Jiao was stunned for a moment. Her finger, which was so black from eating melon seeds that there was even residual dirt between her fingernails, pointed at her nose and stammered: "Sweater? Xiaoxue, you..." Are you kidding me? This is wool, new wool! And it’s red! Last time, Zhang Yue and I went to the department store and asked, the wool yarn is 20 yuan a pound. Blended wool is not that expensive, but it costs ten yuan to buy a kilogram. You can't buy it without a ticket. Xiaoxue, I'm not much shorter than you, and I seem to be a little fatter than you. It costs two kilograms of thread to knit a sweater! "

Wang Jiao said that she couldn't believe that such a good thing could happen.

A pound of blended wool costs ten yuan, and a sweater costs at least twenty yuan.

Twenty yuan is Zhang Yuejin's twenty days' salary.

Seeing Wang Jiao like this, Feng Qingxue actually smiled, "Didn't I tell my cousin on the day of my wedding that I would give her a new dress when she gets married? My cousin got married after autumn and early winter. At that time, I thought I thought again, wear cotton clothes, it’s too hot, wear single clothes, it’s too cold, knit a sweater and wear it with a jacket, it will definitely look good.”

Wang Jiao's words made Wang Jiao's heart beat wildly. She looked like she wanted it but was embarrassed to ask for it, which was very funny.

As long as Wang Jiao didn't come to snatch her brother-in-law, Feng Qingyun didn't hate her, and deliberately said bluntly: "Cousin, if you don't want it, I will ask my sister to knit me a new sweater. My sister said that my brother-in-law gave it to her last year The wool she bought was used to knit a sweater for me. It’s a little too small for me this year, so I planned to take it apart and add some thread to knit it for me, but I still prefer the new one!”