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

After leaving the Armed Forces Department, Feng Qingxue looked up at the sky and exhaled a breath.

Soon, soon, in about twenty months, all the suffering will be over, and the people who are struggling at the bottom will see the light of day again. They have survived for so many years, not less than the last one or two years.

Raising her hand to check the time, Feng Qingxue walked into the state-owned hotel.

Respect Luo Yi before others. Her dress and aura ensured that she received attentive service. She also unceremoniously took out four lunch boxes and bought the stewed mutton, braised pork and a portion of mutton provided today. I bought ten large white steamed buns and a portion of mutton soup, but I only ate one portion of mutton noodles and put the rest into the space under the cover of my backpack.

While eating, Feng Qingxue saw several pairs of shy and coy young men and women. Taking a bite of food and looking at each other, she couldn't help but think of the first time she and Lu Jiang went to a state-owned restaurant for dinner.

More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and now that I think about it, it feels like a lifetime ago.

Thinking that Lu Jiang had not come back for more than three months, during which he made several phone calls without revealing anything, Feng Qingxue's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she was in a bad mood. She only hoped that things in the capital would be settled soon, and her husband Go home soon.

In the afternoon, Deng Wu had to get an injection before he could go back. Feng Qingxue wandered around the city after dinner.

Wucheng is similar to Baozhou, everywhere is gray, with only a little pop of military green embellishment in the snow.

She found a secluded place, looked around without anyone, and took off her half-new military coat, which had lost some of its color after washing. She took off her hat, scarf and mask. Although the clothes and hats were old, the fabrics could not deceive anyone with a discerning eye. Coupled with her extraordinary aura, the young women who strictly investigated the speculators and the waiters in the state-owned hotels were very respectful to her.

In an instant, she transformed from a female soldier into an ordinary woman.

The cotton-padded trousers and jacket underneath the overcoat were washed white and were patched with inconspicuous patches. They were in the usual blue and green colors. The scarves and gloves were replaced by very old ones. The head was wrapped in an old blue square scarf, which was still covered. A crystal-white face with only two eyes exposed.

The backpack was retracted into the space, and Feng Qingxue walked out of the secluded alley carrying two bamboo baskets covered with coarse cloth, one on the left and the other on the right.

Every move she made looked like a country girl who had just moved into the city.

She wanted to exchange some local tickets for Deng Hongling's aunt and nephew. Military food stamps were too eye-catching.

Knowing their existence, she could not explain it to Lu Jiang if she ignored them, and Lu Jiang would not be sorry for the comradeship in which he and Deng Nan fought side by side and shared life and death.

She was very experienced. She took three steps at a time and wandered to the vicinity of the coal plant.

Wucheng is rich in mineral resources and has developed several mines. Among them, miners have the highest food supply, with forty-five kilograms of food stamps per person per month. Many workers in the coal factory also receive the same treatment. If they are single, they can support themselves. It is more than enough. If you bring a family, some can support their families, while others have a tight life due to too many families.

Feng Qingxue had been in Wucheng for several years and had learned some local dialect. She chose an old woman who was sunbathing but her clothes were clean and tidy and had few patches. She walked up to her and said in dialect: "Auntie, I can't find any relatives I'm visiting." Someone, can you give me a sip of hot water?"

The old woman said in surprise: "Of course I can afford a mouthful of hot water. Why can't I find anyone?"

Feng Qingxue shook her head, "I don't know either. I looked for him according to the address that the relative left for me. I asked the neighbors and they all said there was no such person. I don't know if I remembered it wrong."