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

In addition to the dry food that Wang Fengqiao was preparing, Feng Qingxue took out some candies, biscuits and nutritional supplements from the space in the name of support from her comrades in arms, and gave them to Wang Zhengguo, and stuffed him with a hundred yuan, "Uncle, don't say any kind words. , Xiaoyun lives with you, and I should pay for her living expenses. Besides, I can't eat these things during my confinement period, and I don't want to feed Xibao every day. Look at how fat he is, so don't eat a bite. Rotten teeth. Take it back to your cousin and give her some as a reward."

Wang Zhengguo's words of rejection were blocked by her before he could leave his mouth. His attention was all on Xibao, "Where is Xibao fat? This is called blessing. I have followed you through wind and rain at a young age. Don't eat it." treat him harshly."

"Uncle, don't say this with your eyes open. If he was treated harshly, could he be so fat?"

Wang Zhengguo glanced at Xibao who was scooping out egg custard and stuffing it into his mouth, and couldn't help but smile. It seemed that in the past two days, he could always find that Xibao's mouth was never idle.

"Although he is fat, he is so fat and looks good!" Wang Zhengguo said.

Feng Qingxue was speechless. While Lu's father was here, she asked him to take Xibao out to play every day to consume Xibao's physical strength. It was enough to be fat to this extent. There was no need to continue to gain weight until his face was deformed. But it doesn’t look good.

At this time, Feng Qingxue was glad that Xibao's figure was very similar to Lu Jiang!

Compared with his peers, Xibao is a little fatter, but he is also a lot taller, at least a head taller.

Wang Zhengguo bought a ticket and got on the train. When he was young, Lu's father brought Xibao as a gift to him. When he came back, he went to the flea market in his memory. Compared with his hometown, the variety of things here was much richer.

Before Father Lu went out, he deliberately pocketed a lot of money.

He visited the capital and Shanghai when he was young, and the general pattern remains unchanged today.

It was cold and there were not many people. Most of them didn't dare to be so blatant. They just said that they didn't need the old things at home and exchanged them for some money to supplement their living expenses. Fortunately, it was not as chaotic as the black market.

Father Lu's eyes were precise, and he fell in love with a diamond ring after walking a few steps. The main diamond was very large, about twenty to thirty carats according to his estimate. Because the cut was not good, it was not a colored diamond but a white diamond. , so it seemed that the light was a little dull, not bright enough, and it didn't look like a diamond. He only spent two yuan to get it.

Xibao's big head wearing a woolen hat shook this way and that, his skeletal eyes looked here and there, and his fat little gloved hand pointed at a small green thing, "Grandpa!"

"Xi Bao wants this?" Father Lu followed his guidance and looked over, an emerald snuff bottle.

The whole body is emerald green, the carving is exquisite, and it has a tourmaline stopper, which is a good thing.

Father Lu could tell the value of anything circulated in the Qing palace at a glance. He smiled and asked how much it was worth, "My grandson is interested in this thing. How much is it willing to sell to us? You sell it, and we will buy it sincerely and give you a real price."

The old man who looked very downcast said without raising his head, "Ten dollars."

"Okay!" Father Lu noticed something, so he didn't bargain with him. He paid ten yuan and handed the snuff bottle to his grandson to play with. Then he knelt down to look at the other things in front of the old man. There were really a lot of good things, which was enough. The foot occupies one-half of the total.

Probably due to Lu's father's cheerfulness, the old man raised his wrinkled face, looked at Lu Zhiyuan for a moment, pointed at the things in front of him and said: "One hundred yuan, you take them all! I know my own things well. You may not be able to find anything comparable to mine if you look around the entire street, but you won’t regret it if you wrap it up for me.”