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

Feng Qingxue has the word snow in her name, and she likes snow very much.

The white snow is light and beautiful.

But she never showed it after time travel, because snowy days mean that people are having a hard time. They don’t have enough bedding and clothes to keep out the cold, and they don’t have enough food and firewood to survive the winter. Although there is a saying that auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, most people living in poverty People don't like the arrival of snow days.

When Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue went out for a walk under an umbrella, the family compound was almost empty.

Of course, it refers to the area of ​​​​the compound, the space outside each house, because everyone is keeping warm in the house, and no one would go out in the snow like the couple did unless there was an emergency.

Feng Qingxue found that there were almost no trees in the family compound, and felt a little pity.

"How nice would it be to plant some trees? In the hot summer, the green trees will look great." When the weather is hot, you can sit under the trees to enjoy the coolness. It is the most beautiful scene in summer.

The current Wanglou Brigade is like this. Every summer, it is surrounded by green mountains, clear waters and green trees.

Lu Jiang whispered: "Have you not seen the tree stumps in our yard? There were originally some, but they were all cut down in the past two years. Who has the time to plant more trees? There are not enough to cut them down. When I went to the capital for a meeting last year, I followed the seniors to the Xishan Compound. It was a pity that the trees there were cut down. There were many walnut trees planted, but not a single one was left. "

It was caused by this movement that will only end in a few years, Feng Qingxue sighed.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the snow is getting denser.

Lu Jiang was about to remind his wife to go home to avoid freezing, when Feng Qingxue suddenly said: "A Jiang, look!"

Lu Jiang followed her gesture and saw a little girl struggling to carry a bucket towards a relatively remote bungalow.

The little girl was about seven or eight years old, with ragged clothes and a sallow complexion.

"That is?" Lu Jiang frowned.

"I heard from Sister-in-law Xiaocui that Captain Zheng Nan's daughter lives with him in the army. Her name is Zheng Lingling. She usually washes clothes and cooks by herself. I don't know if it's her." Feng Qingxue pulled him and walked quickly towards Xiaocui. Girl, called Zheng Lingling, the little girl suddenly raised her head and responded, with a pair of black and white almond-shaped eyes embedded in her dark and thin face.

Lu Jiang quickly took the bucket she was carrying, "Where's your dad?"

Zheng Lingling bit her lower lip and whispered, "Dad has gone on a mission."

Lu Jiang frowned even more tightly, "So you carry water alone? Are you going to carry water in the snow?"

"I want to cook, but there is no water at home."

Feng Qingxue said to Lu Jiang: "Go and carry a few buckets of water, fill all the water containers at her house with water, and then see if there is anything the family needs and take it home. I will take her home for dinner."

Zheng Lingling hurriedly waved her hands, "I can cook myself, aunt."

Feng Qingxue took her hand and said, "You can't even waste enough fire to cook by yourself. From the look on your face, the fire in the briquette stove must have been extinguished, right? We have a lot of food left at noon. Come and help us." ”

Zheng Lingling was a child after all, and she was quickly taken away by Feng Qingxue in a few words.

Feng Qingxue heated up cabbage soup and served a bowl of meatballs for her.

Zheng Lingling looked timidly at the group of children surrounding her and nervously grabbed her clothes.

"Eat, eat quickly. They are all children of our family. You can call the younger ones younger and younger, and the older ones can be called older brothers." Feng Qingxue wiped her hands with a wet towel and stuffed the chopsticks. into her hand, "By the way, Lingling, how old are you this year?"