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

Although the old woman felt regretful, she still said: "Okay, I'll keep it for you. If we meet by fate, you must not refuse me."

Feng Qingxue smiled and nodded, and the two parted ways.

When they were about to approach another black market, Feng Qingxue suddenly stopped and stood on the side of the road without going any further.

Because she saw many people fleeing in all directions, all in a hurry.

Some people had fast legs and feet and could run so fast. Feng Qingxue ran beside him and stayed away from the black market. Old people with bad legs and feet and women who couldn't run fast were miserable. They were dejected. Next to them were people wearing red armbands and wearing military green clothes. There were young men and women, and it was hard to tell who they were just by looking at their clothes, but it was obvious that they were inspecting the black market for trading supplies.

The state strictly prohibits illegal activities of privately trading materials.

An old man wearing an old Chinese tunic suit said impatiently: "Comrade, I'm just resting under the old elm tree. Why are you arresting me? Look, look, I have no money or anything on me."

As he spoke, he opened his pockets and found that they were indeed empty.

A young man who was escorting him frowned when he saw this, "Let's go!"

After the old man left, the other people who were caught followed suit. Having no money or anything on them meant there was no evidence. Those who came to sell food with food stamps on their backs did not leave the black market to trade because they had not reached a good deal. All were confiscated.

Not only being confiscated, but also having to accept criticism and education.

Among these people, there was Shen Feihong.

Feng Qingxue frowned. She saw that Shen Feihong's backpack had been confiscated. She didn't know if he was here to sell things or buy food. Anyway, he was caught red-handed, but while others were hanging their heads, he was holding his neck. He faced a young woman who criticized him.

"Comrade, why are you arresting me? I just like to wander around. Some bastard threw the backpack at my feet and ran away. The backpack hit my feet, and I was in pain. You guys are just here. The things are not mine. Why are you criticizing me? I can’t bear this crime! Who doesn’t know that I have no family, no job, no salary, and a wife at home? Grandma, my grandma and grandson all live on that small amount of food. How can I sell it on the black market?”

The young woman was only about eighteen or nineteen years old, and she was stunned by what he said.

Feng Qingxue thought for a while, then walked over and said hello to the young woman, "Comrade, I saw this when I just passed by. Someone framed him."

The young woman looked at Feng Qingxue, "Really?"

"Yeah!" Feng Qingxue nodded heavily.

"Then why are you carrying a backpack? Don't you know this is a place where crimes are committed?"

Shen Feihong's eyes lit up when he saw Feng Qingxue. Hearing what the young woman said, he suddenly became unhappy, "Comrade, this road goes half way toward the sky. Why can't a big girl like me pass by here? This big girl Those who came from the countryside came to see me, Shen Feihong. If you don’t believe me, go and ask around and ask if this is the way to go to my house.”

As soon as he heard the words "Shen Feihong", the young man next to him who was criticizing others immediately said: "Cao Jing, let him go."

Shen Feihong and Feng Qingxue left the Old Elms Black Market location with his chest raised and his head raised.

"Thank you, big sister, I owe you a favor today." Shen Feihong said with a smile.

Feng Qingxue said straight to the point: "Brother, I really came to find you. I liked that bracelet yesterday very much. Please give me a string. I want to use food to exchange for that one."

. . These two chapters were supposed to be updated yesterday, but the computer burped, so I had to rewrite and update today. I was taking care of my naughty child at home, and my sister and brother-in-law helped me buy a computer. I was bleeding heavily today. Not only my wallet was bleeding, but my face was also bleeding. I was beaten by the naughty child. Scratched my face. There are still four chapters left in the afternoon, which is the amount of updates today. I should be able to type faster when I get a new notebook.