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

"We can get a lot of all kinds of supplies. They come from the right sources and there is no risk. Don't worry." Feng Qingxue nodded slightly.

Aunt Xu thought for a moment and said, "Okay, my daughter, you can bring over some fine grains and rare supplies. Those old guys are used to enjoying themselves, and they were born in troubled times. They have a lot of things hidden in their hands, but they just have no way to get them. Yes, everyone is anxious."

"Okay, ma'am, I'll find a way to get it."

"You must be careful what you do, it will be bad if you cause covetousness."

Aunt Xu sent her out and watched her leave.

After she left, the old couple quickly returned to the house and closed the door.

"His father will pay wages in two days and send some food to each of the children. First, send a telegram asking them to send money back. Qingxue sees us as pitiful and is willing to help us. We can't let her suffer."

If you can't sell jewelry, it's actually not as good as money. At least you can go to the black market to buy high-priced grains if you have money.

Uncle Xu nodded, "Okay, the children's wages are not low, but the food standards are low. They will definitely be happy to buy food."

Aunt Xu sighed, "When will this day end?"

Uncle Xu held her hand and said nothing.

However, when Feng Qingxue arrived at the door of the waste collection station, Uncle Li and others had not yet come to work, and there were no pedestrians on the road outside the door, so she took out two or three small steamed buns stuffed with tofu from her backpack and ate them deliciously.

Halfway through eating, there was a sudden sound of swallowing saliva coming from next to me.

As soon as Feng Qingxue looked up, she saw a skinny little boy of five or six years old standing there with bare feet, swallowing saliva, and staring at Feng Qingxue's hands with two eyes that looked huge under the skin and bones. The bun in the bag is full of longing.

Seeing this situation, Feng Qingxue sighed and waved to him.

With a "swish" sound, the little boy ran to her and stopped, swallowing hard, "Sister..."

"Eat it." Feng Qingxue took out a large steamed bun with plain stuffing from her backpack and gave it to him.

The little boy's eyes were as bright as light bulbs, and his movements were as fast as wind and lightning. He felt embarrassed after grabbing the bun in his hand, and said shyly: "Thank you, sister."

Feng Qingxue was so amused that she touched his head and said, "Eat it, my sister gave it to you, you're welcome."

While the little boy was sitting next to him eating steamed buns, Feng Qingxue also found out his name and current family situation.

His name is Zhao Tianqi, he is seven years old this year. Last year, his grandfather was sent to the countryside to undergo labor reform. His parents divorced soon after, and his father disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people. He lived with his mother at his grandfather's house and took his mother's surname.

Now, in addition to his grandparents and mother, his family also has an uncle who is a soldier on the border.

As soon as she heard the word "decentralization", Feng Qingxue knew that this child's background was not simple.

Those who deserve to be decentralized are either senior cadres or senior intellectuals and scientists.

Feng Qingxue was not seeking profit. After all, redress would only happen twenty years later, so she calmly listened to the child continue.

"My uncle's name is Zhao Anbang. Anbang was a great warrior in Anbang's rule, but I rarely see him." Zhao Tianqi broke off a third of the buns and ate them himself. While eating, he said, "Sister, the buns are so delicious. After my mother was taken away, grandma became ill again. I haven’t eaten for a long time, and neither has grandma. I left the remaining buns to grandma.”

Feng Qingxue was shocked, "Your mother was taken away?"

Zhao Tianqi hummed softly, tears fell down, and he sobbed: "I haven't seen my mother in two days."

I feel pity when I hear the gentle wind and snow.

No news at the moment is the best news. Once there is news, it will be bad news.