A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 147 The unsent letter
Lu Miao is not someone who knows how to do farm work or heavy work.

Fu Jingyou always said that he was responsible for supporting the family. Today is different from the past. How could Lu Miao be willing to just sit and wait for food and drink?

She also wants to find a place that suits her and where she can make a contribution.

It doesn't matter how you were in the past, it doesn't matter if you are treated like a vase.

But it's different now, she also wants to prove that she can.

Whether it is for herself, Fu Jingyou, or her family, she also takes practical actions.

The topic returned to the main topic, and Lu Miao put away the cocoons, "You haven't had dinner, have you? There is still food in the kitchen, I'll heat it up."

Fu Jingyou pulled her and said, "You put these away, I'll heat up the food and some hot water."

It was late at night, Lu Miao had already washed herself, and Fu Jingyou didn't want her to be covered in sweat again.

Lu Miao didn't think too much. Whatever she thought would be fine, she nodded:
"Row."

Fu Jingyou went to the kitchen to heat up the food, while Lu Miao was cleaning up in the room.

Putting all the things in various places, of course Lu Miao would recognize the good things.

Holding the large ball of cashmere fabric, Lu Miao thought about the current situation of the times and could probably guess that Fu Jingyou's money from the black market was not worth two cents.

Just as Fu Jingyou entered the room carrying a rice bowl, Lu Miao muttered casually:

"Just buy stuff. Why did you buy so much fabric? And this cashmere one, how much did it cost?"

"The black market is so dangerous, so go there as little as possible, and just have some money on hand to make enough money..."

Fu Jingyou loves to listen to Lu Miao's nagging.

The sound of chattering makes home feel like home.

Lu Miao was talking, and he was eating rice on the left side, laughing at the same time.

Lu Miao turned around and saw him smiling, and immediately stamped her feet:
"Smile, you're still laughing!"

"Isn't that what you said? Money should be spent sparingly, but not where it should be spent. Do you think this is a lot of fabric? Is this fabric good?"

Fu Jingyou raised his chin and continued to coax Lu Miao with a teasing smile:
"When the clothes are made, they will be warm and look good on you. They can be replaced and worn next year. This is not a waste of money."

"Stop blocking me with my words!"

"How can I stop you?"

Fu Jingyou smiled and spread his hands.

"Then tell me, you don't have a winter coat. Winter is coming soon. It's so cold. What will you do? You can't stay in bed all the time, right?"

Lu Miao pouted helplessly: "Then we won't buy so much!"

Forget about cashmere, look at the light green checkered material, it can only be made into clothes for her to wear. Fu Jingyou, a man, can't wear that kind of material at all.

"You see so many things now, but you can't actually make many clothes. And where are you?"

Fu Jingyou burst into laughter, and then sighed helplessly:
"For a serious marriage, two tables must be set up in the countryside. If you don't want a table, you say you want to go to the city to do it when the conditions are better. It's all up to you."

"Besides, I don't have the ability to give you the money you need to get married now. Why do you want to argue with me about these ten or twenty yuan?"

Lu Miao knew that Fu Jingyou was good to her and was afraid of losing her.

His words sounded convincing, but Lu Miao still seized on the loopholes in them to refute him:
"If you can't save more than 20 yuan, how can you still have 200 yuan to buy three-turn and one-ring?"

"Isn't this the early stage? After all the belongings are purchased, I can save money, okay?"

After Fu Jingyou finished eating, he pushed the bowls and chopsticks aside, stretched out his long arms, took Lu Miao into his arms and sat on his lap.

"Three turns, one loud noise, big TV, slowly, I will give it to you."

After all, these things are Fu Jingyou's thoughts, and they are indeed necessities that will be used soon.

Lu Miao immediately stopped speaking and didn't say much:
"Hmph...I won't talk about you this time. From now on, I will be in charge of the money. You need my approval for anything you buy!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Fu Jingyou rubbed against her in disgust.

Lu Miao struggled and pushed him outside.

"It smells like sweat and rice! Brush your teeth and take a shower! It's so annoying!" "Okay."

Fu Jingyou teased and chuckled, his deep voice was like the sound of gold and stone, it was very magnetic and nice to hear.

Lu Miao blushed slightly in embarrassment.

Every time he lost his voice, she always remembered the night before inexplicably.

He bullied her so much...

Normally he seems to be a very serious and honest person, but at times like that I don’t know where all the tricks come from.

If you can't do it from the front, you have to do it from the back.

Tossing over and over again...

The more he thought about it, the redder and hotter Lu Miao became, and his waist became inexplicably weak.

Shaking his head and throwing away the strange thoughts, Lu Miao continued to work before Fu Jingyou came back and found out.

Push open the cabinet door at the end of the bed, fold the fabrics and lay them sideways in the cabinet.

I stuffed it, but found it couldn't go in.

There seems to be something blocking the inside of the cabinet.

Lu Miao placed the cloth beside the bed, took off his shoes, got on the bed, lay down on the edge of the cabinet, and groped inside.

I accidentally touched something that looked like a small wooden box.

She tried to pick it up, and the small wooden box was moved a little.

Lu Miao adjusted her posture, got half of her body into the cabinet, and pulled out the small wooden box.

After moving the kerosene lamp to the long cabinet at the end of the bed, Lu Miao looked at the "small wooden box" in full view.

About thirty centimeters long, it is said to be a small wooden box, but it is actually very similar to the retro makeup box from ancient times.

She had been tidying up the room all the time. There were very few things before, and the big box was placed very close to the inside, and the cabinet door on the inside couldn't be pushed, so she never found it.

Now taking it out, Lu Miao was a little curious about what was inside.

She made a naughty guess as to whether Fu Jingyou was using it to hide his private money.

But when she opened the top cover, she felt faintly disappointed.

Nothing special inside.

There was nothing but thimbles, colored thread, and a few tattered knick-knacks.

Lu Miao closed the lid and opened the small drawer below.

There seemed to be a lot of things inside, and the small drawer was very tight. After pulling it open for a long time, there was a sore and dry sound before it was opened.

A thick stack of red cloth came into view. The cloth was very new. Lu Miao knew what it was without having to shake it open to look at it.

is her……

It took me many times to embroider the red flag crookedly.

"..."

Wu Yan pushed up the drawer, and Lu Miao opened the last drawer below.

A brand new stamped envelope came into view. She didn't want to pry into Fu Jingyou's privacy, so she subconsciously wanted to push the drawer, but her sharp eyes discovered that the address on the envelope was addressed to Beijing.

He took out the envelope and looked at it dubiously. As expected, the name of the signer was hers.

When she returned to Beijing, Fu Jingyou wrote to her...

Were these letters returned?
Or was it not sent at all?
He must have hesitated to send it. Although the envelope was stamped, it was not sealed.

This greatly facilitated Lu Miao.

Lu Miao randomly pulled out the letter paper from an envelope, and the indigo pen handwriting immediately appeared in front of him.

Comrade Lu Miao, seeing words is like meeting each other, and showing his trust is soothing...

(End of this chapter)