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

"Qingyun, I met a lot of kind people today. Some gave me steamed buns, some gave me wowotou, and one gave me a small bag of rice. Eat the steamed buns quickly and boil water for you to take a bath after eating. Good Samaritans I also gave you old clothes and shoes!”

Feng Qingxue thought carefully about her words and told Feng Qingyun like this.

"Sister, the buns are so delicious! I have never eaten anything so delicious."

Feng Qingyun's eyes lit up when she saw the buns. She just took a bite when she heard these words.

"Rice? Clothes?" Feng Qingyun was extremely surprised, "Sister, are you so kind-hearted? Do I really have clothes to wear?"

Feng Qingxue held the bun in one hand and took out rice and clothes and shoes in the other.

Seeing these things, Feng Qingyun no longer had any doubts, but jumped up happily.

"Sister, that's great. I have clothes to wear, I have shoes to wear, and we will also have rice porridge to drink!"

"Keep your voice down, don't let others know."

Hearing what Feng Qingxue said, Feng Qingyun immediately shut up and snuggled next to Feng Qingxue, eating the buns with big mouthfuls. His eyes were glued to the clothes and shoes in the backpack and he refused to move away. His face was flushed with excitement. .

"Sister, that's great. I'm so happy. I have clothes to wear and shoes to wear."

Feng Qingyun couldn't help the excitement in her heart and kept repeating these words while eating.

Feng Qingxue smiled, "Qingyun, sister will definitely let you live a good life."

"Yeah!" Feng Qingyun believed that her sister would not lie to herself.

After eating the buns, her hunger subsided a little, and Feng Qingxue asked Feng Qingyun to look after the basket at home while she went to transport the belongings from the thatched shed.

All their belongings are earthen pots, wooden basins, porcelain bowls and some firewood.

In the memory of the original owner, firewood is also very precious.

So, Feng Qingxue put the porcelain bowl in the earthen pot and the earthen pot in the wooden basin. She held the wooden basin in one hand and the bundle of firewood on her back with the other. When she was about to leave the hut, Feng Qingxue The second sister-in-law came out to interfere.

"Feng Qingxue, you can leave, but you are not allowed to take away the firewood. This belongs to our family."

Sister-in-law Feng didn't have a sarcastic face, but she had a sarcastic and vicious mouth. She became extremely angry when she thought that the house she and her husband had chosen was taken away for nothing by Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue smiled coldly, "Really? But I worked so hard to carry these firewood home from the mountain."

Although the original owner was not a coward, she did not dare to go against her brother and sister-in-law on many things. Now she is not a vegetarian.

"If I say it's from our family, it's from our family." Sister-in-law Feng said firmly.

"Okay, I'll ask everyone to come and comment later. Maybe we can ask the captain to make the decision and redistribute the grain after autumn." The original owner often works and has work points. According to the work points, the grain he gets will definitely be more than twenty or thirty kilograms. Sweet potatoes, not to mention Feng Qingyun should also have some rations. It can only be said that the rest were eaten by the two brothers and sisters.

This kind of thing is something that the people do not complain to the officials.

Feng Qingxue didn't find anyone to make the decision, so the people in this family would not be too meddlesome. Everyone knew that it was difficult for an upright official to handle household affairs.

Hearing what Feng Qingxue said, and seeing that her attitude was very tough and her demeanor was very different from before, Sister-in-law Feng shivered. She really didn't dare to find anyone to judge because they were unfair, so she glared hatefully. Feng Qingxue glanced at it, spat, and turned back to the house to discuss with her husband, brother and sister-in-law.

Many people are like Mrs. Feng, who bullies the weak and fears the strong.