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

Xibao is the heartthrob of the army. He is loved by everyone wherever he goes. Even as a mother, he is envious of his treatment.

For no other reason than Lu Jiang came back in the evening, carrying two large net bags in each hand. The net bags were filled with all kinds of scarce supplies. Without exception, they were all food. There was a dazzling array of items.

Malted milk, canned food, lunch meat, biscuits, candies...you name it.

"You give me one thing, and I give you the same thing. In a moment, there was a pile of them, naming them for Xibao, saying that we as parents have no right to say no to Xibao unless Xibao comes by himself." Lu Jiang was helpless. To be honest, yesterday was New Year's Day. Comrades who had money and tickets and no pressure to support their families all bought things for Xibao first.

Feng Qingxue was slightly startled, "Xibao is so popular, I'm even jealous."

Many children in the Wanglou Brigade have never seen two or three of them, and hard candies are luxury goods for them.

Xibao is so happy, sitting on countless delicious food.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingxue turned her head and glanced at Xibao. Under the light of the candle, the little fat man was lying on the bed with his round butt raised, sleeping soundly. The quilt had been kicked aside by him and was placed on the edge of the kang.

Skillfully adjusting her son's sleeping position and covering her with the quilt, Feng Qingxue took the net bag from Lu Jiang's hand and while sorting it, she said: "Remember everything who gave it to you. If you can't remember it in your head, just remember it." In a notebook, I can repay this favor later. Have you found out Xiao Wang’s shoe size? I made a pair of knee pads and elbow pads for Han Ping this afternoon. Can you give him Sang Hong’s cotton clothes tomorrow? It’s easy to make. I didn’t have enough cotton in my luggage when I came here. It would be too eye-catching to suddenly make him a cotton coat, so I took apart the frayed cashmere clothes and pants you had before and knitted a new set of clothes for him. No With the new one, he has no reason to refuse.”

"Xiao Wang's feet are one size smaller than mine." Lu Jiang said as he separated out Feng Qingxue's net bags containing single cans of malted milk, canned luncheon meat and other sealed packaged food and hung them on the wall. "You took them out before The medicated oil I used is quite easy to use. It’s not the one Dr. Wu taught you to prepare. It’s the medicated oil you said can be used to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis to treat joint pain. Give Han Ping some to try.”

Feng Qingxue knew immediately which one he was talking about. It was one of the medicinal oils that she had specially stored in the space. It was an ancestral secret recipe and one of the famous local medicines. It had the effect of treating cervical spondylosis and joint pain. Very good.

"Okay, I'll put some in cans later." The original packaging must not be visible to anyone, including Lu Jiang.

Fragile biscuits, chicken, cakes and other items were taken out of the net bag and placed in the cabinet under the desk.

The only piece of furniture in the room is this writing desk with badly peeled paint. Comrade Commander asked someone to bring it to him. There are small cabinets on the left and right below, and a drawer on top of the cabinet. Feng Qingxue would always carefully lock it. Drawers and cabinets, because Xibao knows there are delicious food inside, so he will open the cabinets himself.

The couple packed their things and Lu Jiang finished the food Feng Qingxue specially prepared for him. After washing for a while, the two of them rolled onto the kang without knowing it and squeezed Xibao inside.

When the clouds and rain began to subside, the couple lay hugging each other, and Feng Qingxue mentioned what happened during the day.

"What kind of punishment will those art soldiers who were taken away receive? What are the results of the inspection in the army?" She couldn't help but ask, she was really worried. It was just a love letter, and the crime would not lead to death.