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

After finally convincing Feng Qingyun, Feng Qingxue was worried that she would be alone at home, so she was sent to her second uncle's house to be cared for by her second aunt.

The second uncle is Feng's father's younger brother. He lives in three thatched houses not far from Feng's house. After getting married, he gave birth to three sons. The eldest is already married, and the middle and younger have not yet married.

However, his family has a large labor force, so their living standards are higher.

Not to mention, this time the canteen was disbanded to distribute food. Based on the work points, his family got much more food than other families.

"Second Aunt, Qingyun and I are almost out of rations. I want to go out to beg for food. Please help take care of Qingyun."

The second aunt is a nice person, but everyone is having a hard time and has too much time to take care of themselves. How can she be able to take care of Sister Feng Qingxue? So Feng Qingxue just asked her to take care of Feng Qingyun. She didn't want anything to eat or drink, so she agreed immediately.

"Okay, then go ahead and get busy. Don't worry about leaving Qingyun here with me."

Carrying the basket he brought out from the hayloft, which contained only four sweet potatoes, Feng Qingxue planned to enter the city.

The original owner had never been to the city, and Feng Qingxue didn't know the road. After asking his second uncle and second aunt, he left the production brigade and headed north.

There is a 100-meter-high mountain to the north. Only after crossing the mountain can there be a road to the north.

When Feng Qingxue walked to the mountain col to rest, she dug out her book collection from the space.

In fact, she came from a scholarly family. Under the influence of her elders, she has always been studious. She has a lot of books at home. She has read most of them and later collected them into the space. Among them are information about this era.

Read it for a moment and take a closer look at what it was like in this era.

After roughly understanding something, Feng Qingxue made a thought in her mind, and a needle, thread and cloth appeared in her hand.

She sewed a few small cloth bags, filled them with a bag of rice, a bag of flour, a bag of brown rice, and a bag of eggs, and put them back into the space. After she entered the city, she controlled them with her mind and put them into the basket. put it on top.

She asked for directions all the way into the county town and walked for two hours.

Feng Qingxue was stunned when she saw the buildings in the county town.

Is the county so backward?

The houses are all low and low, and most of them are brick and wood structures. There are also thatched houses, brick houses, and two-story buildings.

The number of two-story buildings is very small, so small that they are almost ignored.

The road is bumpy and dusty.

Looking at the people walking by, their dress, temperament and conversation are much better than those of the people in the countryside. However, one thing is the same, that is, they are sallow and thin, and very simple.

It was almost noon when the tempting aroma of food came from the roadside restaurant. Feng Qingxue's stomach growled and her face turned slightly red.

Because the original owner had a small appetite, she ate less and she didn't expect to get hungry so quickly after walking for so long.

Feng Qingxue reached into her backpack, and a plain steamed bun appeared out of thin air in her hand, then she took it out.

She found a corner and squatted down, eating the buns slowly.

Her upbringing made her unwilling to walk and eat at the same time, as this was not etiquette.

Seeing her eating white bread, some people actually looked envious.

An old lady with a sallow complexion and gray hair came over and squatted in front of her, watching her eat steamed buns.

Half of the buns were eaten. Feng Qingxue couldn't eat anymore. She raised her head and smiled at the old lady, "Auntie, what can I do for you?"

"Daughter, where did you buy these buns?" the old lady asked bluntly.

"Why do you ask this?" Feng Qingxue asked.