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

Feng Qingxue didn't know what was going on and asked carefully, "Everyone else was nationalized, how did she keep it?"

The old woman said: "Who told the man she married to pretend to be a red soldier and the leader of such things as running around and confiscating homes? He works in the revolutionary committee of our street. He is so powerful. Who is not afraid of him? The Deng family has fallen into this situation. , Deng Hongling and Deng Wu were in trouble many times, and the red soldiers did their best to support Zhang Rong. "

Feng Qingxue smiled slightly, remembered it in her heart, and pretended to be stupid: "She is so capable and eats so well. There must be many people giving gifts. I have no shortage of things like this."

"But Zhang Rong likes to dress up. If there is any rare cloth, she will be willing to exchange it for an old item." The old woman glanced at her.

No matter how rustic she is dressed, her delicate skin and tender flesh cannot deceive anyone. She is whiter and tenderer than Zhang Rong's carefully maintained skin. How can she look like a country girl? I'm afraid he's just like the people who secretly collect old items in the streets, just disguise themselves and make up their origins.

The old woman didn't say much, and walked home on her little feet. She secretly spat when she passed the door of Zhang Rong's house.

Those who are darkened by ingratitude should not be afraid of being cast aside.

Feng Qingxue found a place to change her hat and scarf, put on a military coat and carried a backpack to Deng Hongling's residence. Deng Wu was already awake, lying on the bed and blinking his dark eyes to watch Deng Hongling clear the things on the table.

"Doctor, you're here!" Deng Hongling took the basket Feng Qingxue had unloaded.

Just as Feng Qingxue was about to speak, she suddenly let out a sigh. Wasn't the white noodles in the small bamboo basket on the table the old woman from before? She could clearly see the patch on the small bamboo basket. Why was it at Deng Hongling's house?

Deng Hongling noticed her gaze and said hurriedly: "My brother's wet nurse sent it to us. She often gives us food secretly."

Feng Qingxue sighed, understanding where the old woman's hostility towards Mao Hongbing and Zhang Rong came from.

"In that case, why are you begging in front of your sister-in-law's door? You even broke your head." The old woman brought them white noodles instead, and she was more willing to find ways to treat Deng Wu.

Deng Hongling shook his head and said: "Aunt Liao's son and daughter-in-law are very unfilial. They look down on Aunt Liao's past as a wet nurse for my brother. She thinks that my brother's growth depends on her breastfeeding. She is also a guilty person, so I don't want to trouble her. This I didn’t want to take the white noodles, but Mrs. Liao said that she asked someone to exchange them and couldn’t take them back.”

She thought that no matter how ruthless Zhang Rong was, she would not care about her son's life. Who knew that she was so ruthless to the extreme that she would not save him until he died.

Feng Qingxue understood clearly.

"It's getting late. I'll give Xiao Wu an injection and then go home. I won't say much else." She took out the syringe and medicine and looked at the shy and childish child on the bed, feeling a little distressed.

Deng Hongling quickly stepped forward and asked her nephew to thank her.

"Thank you, doctor." Deng Wu's soft voice was a little weak.

"You're welcome. Take good care of yourself and he will recover soon." Feng Qingxue finished giving him the injection and then tested his body temperature. It was much lower than in the morning. He felt relieved. The rest depends on him. Recuperated.

Deng Hongling was grateful.

Feng Qingxue took out the ten steamed buns and lunch box mutton soup she bought for lunch from her backpack and put them on the table. In her refusal, she said to her: "My husband is also a soldier and participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. I admire your brother for his talent. . Don’t be polite to me and support yourself and your nephew well. If I contact your brother, I will come over and tell you.”