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

Wang Jiao slapped her thigh, "Lao Zhang is not a cadre. If he hires two nannies to do housework, doesn't he become a capitalist? Capitalists will be overthrown, and they will suffer. I have to talk about Lao Zhang later. Lu Jiang has become a big cadre. Well, he has been killing pigs and selling meat for more than ten years, and he has worked hard without any merit, but he has not been promoted to an official position. "

Feng Qingxue couldn't help laughing, "Listening to what my cousin said, it's time to supervise my cousin-in-law."

Just as he was talking, someone outside called out: "Is Comrade Feng Qingxue at home? I have your package list!"

Feng Qingxue quickly washed her hands and walked out. She looked at an unknown postman and took several orders from him. "I remember that some packages were delivered directly to the door before."

The postman touched his head and said with a silly smile: "There are parcels delivered to the door. They are very few, but most of them are parcel slips. You can take the letter of introduction to the post office and get it back. Comrade, you have too many parcels, several parcels." "It's big and heavy. My bike can't carry that much, so you have to pick it up yourself."

The tractor was grinding flour, and the lumps of flour that had settled in the past two days had been taken out and exposed to the sun. Feng Qingxue couldn't borrow it, even if he paid for the gas himself, so he borrowed a mule cart from the brigade and got up early the next day to rush there. county seat.

Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu had to go to work, while Fu Bao, Ye Yan and the triplets went to school, so it was Xi Bao who accompanied her into the city.

With a letter of introduction as proof and a package list, the couple quickly picked up the college entrance examination materials sent from Shanghai. But when Feng Qingxue looked through the package list, she found that there was another package sent from Kunlun, so she took the opportunity to pick it up. .

Feng Qingxue was also exhausted and sweating while carrying the books to the car with the help of the staff.

"Mom, who sent this? It's heavy." Xibao picked up the small package, the one from the northwest.

Feng Qingxue told her son to sit still, whipped the mule, and left the post office door, "I don't know him either."

The name of the person who sent the package was very unfamiliar, He Baosheng, but he was from the Kunlun Military Region, and it was indeed sent to him. Feng Qingxue felt that he might have some connection with him, but it was unknown what the connection was.

Xibao, who has a deep understanding of his parents' wide acquaintance, said, "Let me see what was sent."

"You can take it apart." Anyway, there are no prohibited items now.

As soon as the package was opened, Xibao was stunned, "It's a stone, mom, it's wrapped quite firmly."

Feng Qingxue turned around and saw that it was a pack of Hetian jade seeds, some large and some small, the largest one was more than two fists, and the smallest one was no more than the size of a thumb, some with skin, some without skin, some with skin. There are also autumn pear skin, gold-sprinkled skin, jujube red skin, etc. At a glance, the jade without skin is very delicate, with excellent whiteness and good oiliness.

"They are all high-quality Hetian jade seeds. Mom, you really don't know the person who sent these things? If he doesn't know you and has a very good relationship, how would he know that you like these things?"

Feng Qingxue shook her head and said, "I really don't know you. Come on, let's go back to the post office and call your dad and ask him to find out."

The phone bill at this time is very expensive, and it has to be transferred, which is very troublesome.

The Wanglou Brigade has the money to install telephones, but everyone thinks it is expensive. The installation fee is expensive, and the phone bill is expensive. With that money, it is better to add other items to the brigade. So now the Wanglou Brigade has electricity, and it also has tractors and several types of machinery. , but there is no telephone. Anyway, the telegraph is cheaper and more convenient than the telephone.

Discovering that the number Feng Qingxue dialed was a military internal line, the staff member standing nearby looking after the phone looked at her with a little more awe in his eyes and walked away to give her a private space to talk.