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

They made noodles for Xibao at ten o'clock, fed him with stewed bone soup, put him to sleep, and asked the children to watch. The couple returned to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Not long after, they heard someone knocking on the door outside. The door opened and the sound was unclear.

"It's snowing heavily outside, who has nothing to do to come out and visit?"

"Go and have a look, maybe it's dad or Uncle Xu and the others." Because the food at home is good, he is used to locking the door.

"Yes, yes, yes, my dear wife, I will go right away. You wait until I come back before cooking. Don't work alone." Lu Jiang said while motioning for her to lock the things that cannot be seen by outsiders into the cupboard first. Then he went to open the door. Standing at the door was a middle-aged man covered in snow and pushing a bicycle. He had thick eyebrows and was not angry or intimidating.

"Who are you?" Lu Jiang asked in confusion. He felt that the person in front of him looked familiar.

"Ajiang, who is it?" Feng Qingxue followed him out of the kitchen.

Lu Jiang turned sideways to let her see clearly the person at the door. He didn't know him, maybe he was an acquaintance of his wife.

As a result, Feng Qingxue didn't recognize him either, so he said bluntly: "Comrade, who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged man said politely: "Are these two Comrade Lu Jiang and Comrade Feng Qingxue?"

"Yes, who are you?"

Hearing Feng Qingxue admit his identity, the middle-aged man immediately smiled, and a cloud of white mist covered his face.

"Two comrades, my name is Cheng Baoguo. My mother said yesterday that she had met a lifesaver. She was very excited. When she found out their addresses, she insisted on visiting in person to say thank you. How could I dare to let my two elders go out in such heavy snow? It just so happened that I didn't go to work today. , I took the photo myself. Please forgive me for visiting."

Feng Qingxue was stunned, "Mayor Cheng? I didn't tell Aunt Cheng the address. How did you find it?"

"Qingxue, please first ask Mayor Cheng to sit in his room." Lu Jiang reminded.

"Yes, yes." Feng Qingxue reacted, "It's snowing heavily and it's cold outside. Mayor Cheng, please come sit inside. A Jiang, please push Mayor Cheng's bicycle into the west wing. Don't leave it outside to freeze. ”

"Bicycles are not people. They won't be damaged by the cold. Comrades, please stop working. Also, just call me Cheng Baoguo."

Cheng Baoguo took off a basket hanging on the bicycle, which was covered with an oilcloth. He shook off the snowflakes and covered it again.

That being said, how could Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue dare to call him by his name without being polite?

Lu Jiang shook his head desperately, "I don't dare, I don't dare."

Feng Qingxue said: "Let's call you Comrade Cheng Baoguo. Comrade Cheng please come in."

The children who were warming themselves by the fire and reading in the room saw guests coming. They all stood up to say hello and rolled their eyes.

"Acheng, take your younger brother and Xiaoyun to your room to read. Tianjun, go and call grandpa first, and say that you have a distinguished guest at home."

"Hey! Okay!" Lu Tianjun put down the cradle with Xibao in it.

After the children went out, Lu Jiang asked Cheng Baoguo to sit down.

Feng Qingxue looked at the cradle, turned around and poured boiling water for Cheng Baoguo, and said, "How did Comrade Cheng find our home?"

Cheng Baoguo put the basket he brought at his feet, took the enamel vat, and said with a smile: "Comrade Qingxue does good deeds and doesn't want to leave his name or address. This is a model. My mother felt very sorry, so she asked about it in the grocery store, and she didn't find it. I couldn't find anything useful, so I went outside and asked about the post office, but I couldn't find anything. I also heard someone said that the mule cart had been parked in front of the Mining Bureau for a long time, so I went there and found out about Comrade Wang Zhengguo. There’s no need to ask anymore.”

Can you still do this? Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue looked at each other.