Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1035: Creating Something from Nothing 4

Chapter 1035: Chapter 1035: Creating Something from Nothing 4

Feng Qingxue could not help but ask, "What does it have to do with Li Guohong?"

As Second Auntie Feng locked things away in the cabinet, she turned and told her, "Every time Li Guohong gets on stage, she spits furiously, saying that when your Uncle Shuanzhu was the landlord, he oppressed her, exploited her, made her work day and night without rest, and didn’t give her food to eat. It was the Liberation Army passing by that rescued her, overthrew the wicked landlord Feng Shuanzhu, and showed her a bright future! Poor Uncle Shuanzhu, in his sixties, now lives a life worse than death. Just when he had been living well, his aged mother died of anger because of this."

So, when she was being oppressed by Zhao Guihua, not a single person stepped forward to stop the fight.

The Feng Family was a large clan in the Wanglou Brigade of Caohu, who didn’t resent Li Chengdong for making up lies out of nothing? Who didn’t resent Li Guohong for being in cahoots with Li Chengdong? They were all ordinary people who once passionately defended Feng Shuanzhu, but in the end, they were the ones who got beaten up, became accomplices, and nearly implicated their families. Feng Shuanzhu told them not to bother about him, and who could hear that without tears welling up in their eyes?

Feng Shuanzhu instructed them this way for their own good.

Second Auntie Feng’s face was full of pity, "Apart from your Auntie, who’s been by your Uncle Shuanzhu’s side, eating irregularly, the younger generations have all distanced themselves from your uncle, taking the lead in criticizing him. That is truly like cutting one’s own flesh!"

Feng Qingxue bit her lower lip, "Inhuman beings! Ajiang and I will know about this, Second Auntie, we will find a way to help Second Uncle and Auntie. Today, Ajiang and I would like to pay respects to our grandparents and parents’ graves, but I don’t remember where they are. Can you take us there to recognize their graves so we can visit Second Uncle afterward?"

"Good! Good! Xiaoxue, I knew you were a good child, it wasn’t in vain that your Uncle Shuanzhu helped you back then!"

"Stop talking, Second Auntie, let’s go take care of the important matter," said Feng Qingxue.

Because the country had a policy of flattening graves for farming, there weren’t many mounded graves in the villages. However, the older generation still liked the idea of being buried in the earth, so each brigade designated two pieces of land for burial.

Wanglou Brigade had them too, but the Lu Family was not included they chose to be buried in their family graveyard without leaving grave markers.

In the past year, Father Lu often felt grateful for his earlier decision. How many instances of grave digging had occurred outside? So many as to be uncountable. Especially for families like the Lu Family with ancestral graves, they were all being targeted for eradication. Because there were no grave markers, and because Wang Zhengguo was in control of the Wanglou Brigade, to date, no one had come to cause trouble in Wanglou Brigade.

Upon hearing Feng Qingxue’s request, Second Auntie Feng took Lu Jiang and her to the cemetery allocated to the Feng clan by the Caohu Brigade, pointing to two of the graves, she said, "The larger one is your grandparents’, the smaller one is your parents’. The gravestones were smashed long ago. Nowadays, everyone’s scared to visit the graves, even on Tomb-Sweeping Day. Look, the grass has grown knee-high."

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue first kowtowed to the graves of the original owner’s grandparents, then moved to the original owner’s parents’ graves.

As she kowtowed, Feng Qingxue silently thought, "Feng Qingxue of the 1960s, I am living this life thanks to your body. I do not know where your soul has gone, nor if you’ve met with your parents who valued sons over daughters. If you have a spirit watching over us, I humbly ask for your forgiveness for overtaking your nest, and for taking your identity to gain a lover, children, and friends and family."

Although the original owner had already passed away when she transversed time and space, and the transference was not within her control, she still felt guilty toward the original owner because she was using this body, this identity.