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

Feng Qingxue wiped the sweat stains from exhaustion and said with a smile: "Whatever is enough, I don't just want your old man's things. If you really want money, I will go to the black market and there will be no one who is unwilling to buy and willing to use it." There are many people who can exchange jewelry. But I’m afraid that I can’t carry so much food, so I’ll use this flatbed truck to deliver the food to your house before dawn.”

"Thank you so much, daughter."

How could Aunt Xu refuse? If they really had intentions, they wouldn't have thought of ways to get them so much food. Their ingredients caused many people to avoid them.

Everyone generally eats two meals a day and gets up very late. Feng Qingxue and the others dodged and dodged along the way, but they didn't meet anyone.

When they arrived at Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu's home, the three of them shouted for luck.

Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu lived in a small wooden house next to the public toilet behind the department store.

A lonely wooden house with no yard, low and low, definitely a reflection of cold winters and hot summers.

Aunt Xu was very calm and said: "The state has arranged jobs for me and Lao Xu. One sweeps the streets and the other sweeps toilets. It is a perfect match made in heaven. It is very convenient to live here." Her tone was full of self-deprecation.

Feng Qingxue sighed and held her hand, "Auntie, it will pass eventually."

"Yes, it will pass, but I don't know if we can wait until that day."

While they were talking, Uncle Xu first carried the sacks into the house, then moved a bed in the house, opened the entrance to the cellar under the bed, poured the grain into the wooden barrel inside, and returned the sacks to Feng Qingxue. , none of this was hidden from her.

Feng Qingxue didn't ask any more questions, but took out the things in the backpack and said, "Uncle, aunt, take these to refresh yourself."

In addition to a small bag of rice and a bag of millet in the backpack, Feng Qingxue also prepared thirty or forty eggs, two strips of bacon and a dozen sausages for their convenience.

Aunt Xu's appearance and temperament made her unable to help but be kind to them.

Aunt Xu covered her mouth, her face covered with tears.

"Daughter, I don't even know what to say when you're like this."

Uncle Xu also felt that he couldn't get the things he had planned to exchange for food. After covering the cellar, he moved the wooden bed back to its original place. He said something to his wife and went out.

"Girl, sit down." Aunt Xu took Feng Qingxue's hand and asked her to sit on the edge of the bed.

There are no tables and chairs in their house. There is only a briquette stove and a small bed. There is a small iron pot sitting on the briquette stove with a few pieces of briquettes piled next to it. There is a wooden box beside the bed, with two sets of bowls and chopsticks placed on the lid. Two enamel jars and a hot water bottle with a woven bamboo shell.

Aunt Xu took an enamel vat and poured a vat of hot water for Feng Qingxue, "Daughter, if you don't entertain me well, don't make me laugh."

"How could it be possible, aunt, everyone's life is very difficult." Feng Qingxue took the enamel vat.

The thermal insulation performance of the thermos should not be very good. The water in the enamel tub is warm, not scalding hot, but it is just right for the mouth.

Feng Qingxue was thirsty as she walked quickly, so she drank it in one gulp without any distaste.

Seeing that their bedding was very thin and the cotton inside was hardened, Feng Qingxue put the enamel jar in her hand on the lid of the box and whispered: "Auntie, in a few days I will bring you some cotton leather goods to use for making Winter clothes and quilts.”

Aunt Xu also sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand, "Daughter..."

Feng Xiaolou noticed that her hands had been shaking slightly, she was excited and moved.