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

First, Lu Jiang’s salary and food stamps were used to support the families of the fallen comrades in the name of the army.

What happened to Song Gang reminded Lu Jiang. After Mr. Ye told Lu Jiang, even though Feng Qingxue never complained about Lu Jiang's trouble-making behavior in the letter, Lu Jiang still wrote to her in the letter. He was full of apologies, saying that he had not thought it through well, and immediately came up with the above remedy. He sent it directly from the army and no longer left any information about himself and his wife.

He still pitied the families of his comrades, and Feng Qingxue had no objection to this.

Secondly, when Feng Qingxue went to the black market, she no longer exchanged food for jewelry and antiques with people, but spent money.

If you spend your own money to buy jewelry and antiques that cannot be exchanged at the bank, the owner can use the money to buy grain on the black market. After all, the vast majority of grain sellers are old farmers in the countryside.

And those people had to exchange jewelry and antiques for food, wasn't it because they couldn't sell them?

Only when trading supplies with comrades, personal information cannot be concealed. Fortunately, most of them do not know each other.

Feeling the sincerity of his comrades, Feng Qingxue took advantage of the clear weather and made the road easier. Feng Qingxue went to the city alone on the pretext of asking Wu Zheng to check his pulse. She dressed up in disguise and sent them some coarse and fine grains respectively. After thinking about it, she sent some After making cotton, brown sugar and salt, I also sent some modified medicine for chilblains and bruises.

With dried meat, less food is eaten, so there is no food loss.

Feng Qingxue doesn't help people casually anymore. She has a big belly and goes out less often, so she sees less poor people. She can't see but doesn't feel guilty. In the Wanglou Brigade, she just puts on a good show. There are many people in the family but there is not enough food to eat, and they often sigh in front of others. As time goes by, everyone knows that their family's life is not easy.

That's what he said, but on the morning of Xiaonian, Feng Qingxue opened the door and almost stepped on the person at the door.

A young man collapsed at the door of his house. His clothes were thin and tattered, covered with weather and dust. He held a broken bowl in one hand and knocked on the door with the other. It seemed that he fainted before he even knocked on the door.

It snowed a little in the middle of the night, and a thin layer fell on him.

"Tianjun, Acheng, come quickly!"

Feng Qingxue tried his breathing, which was extremely weak, and then touched his heart. He still felt his heartbeat and residual heat. He hurriedly asked his nephew to come over and carried him to the east side room. He first drank a few mouthfuls of hot water, and then rubbed his heart vigorously with wine. and hands and feet, finally saving his life.

When the young man woke up, he saw Feng Qingxue standing next to the bed. Although she was dressed in simple clothes, she had plump skin and long eyebrows. She looked like the most beautiful woman in the Republic of China, which was eye-catching.

He immediately opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at Feng Qingxue.

"You and I……"

"Hey, are you awake?" Lu Tianjun stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, then spread his fingers, "What day is this?"

"five!"

After answering this childish question, the young man tried to sit up, but was unable to do so. He lay on his back on the bed with a very depressed expression.

Guancheng brought a bowl of brown rice porridge to him and said, "Eat something first!" He also handed him a cornmeal steamed bun.

The young man didn't know where he got the strength to sit up, took the bowl and drank it all in one breath. He wolfed down the cornbread and burped while saying, "He's the red army. Thank you for saving me. Thank you very much!"

As he spoke, he did not forget to hold his fists in front of them as a salute.