Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1381: Bittersweet Memories 6

Chapter 1381: Chapter 1381: Bittersweet Memories 6

Liu Guixiang was startled, but immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Feng Qingxue.

"Thank you so much, elder sister!" Not only did she provide money, but also Grain Tickets, which could keep her alive for a long time.

Feng Qingxue waved her hand and pulled her up, "Don’t talk like that, and don’t kowtow so readily, I can’t help you elsewhere, and I believe you don’t want to go back to face such a despicable person, so find a way to survive on your own."

Having said that, she turned around and left.

Encountering someone like Liu Guixiang and hearing her plight left Feng Qingxue without the mood to continue her stroll.

It had been twenty years since the founding of the nation. The slogan "Women hold up half the sky" was shouted loudly, yet the mindset of favoring males over females remained deeply entrenched in many people’s hearts. Liu Guixiang’s husband was simply inhuman, horrifyingly malicious.

Returning home with a bamboo basket full of supplies, Feng Qingxue told Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu that she had purchased them at a high price from the black market.

There were new year goods for sale on the black market, where some farmers brought their home-raised chickens, ducks, geese, and eggs to sell at high prices, as well as some grains, which were much more expensive than usual. The cash-strapped farmers were naturally happy to sell, and some people even specialized in trafficking pig heads from other places for sale. Having grown up, Lu Tianzhi and Guan Yu were familiar with the black market, having accompanied their brother there.

No matter how strictly the state regulated, as long as the common people had needs, trade would exist. The black market was simply uneradicable.

In fact, they never doubted anything Feng Qingxue said. On the contrary, as they got older, they increasingly believed that their aunt was really incredible, with her resourcefulness and extensive connections.

So, they quickly took the things to help out, preparing for tomorrow.

Feng Qingxue brought back a chicken, a big carp, some streaky pork, spare ribs, eggs from chickens, ducks, and geese, as well as cakes, candies, and so on. While her nephews were handling the chicken, fish, and eggs, she started making fried snacks for the New Year celebration.

It wasn’t allowed to eat and drink extravagantly for the New Year, so they had to do it secretly, waiting until everyone went to sleep before starting to fry the snacks.

Lu Jiang came home and sent his nephews back to sleep, then he and his wife got busy together.

Fried radish balls with beef fat and fried rice flour sweets with vegetable oil, filling two bamboo baskets. Feng Qingxue then made some peanut brittle. While she was busy, she told her husband about encountering Liu Guixiang that day.

"How can people be so cruel? Even tigers don’t eat their young!" said Feng Qingxue.

"Just as you used to say, gender equality will take a long time to achieve. Weren’t you unable to achieve equality back then? The concept of valuing males over females, formed over thousands of years, can’t be uprooted in just a decade or two." Lu Jiang stirred the fire in the stove, and seeing some unburned firewood, he casually took it out and placed it in the pile of ash below, where the small flames quickly died out.

Feng Qingxue sighed, putting some of the fried snacks into her storage space to prevent them from losing their crispness if left outside.

Lu Jiang popped a fried ball into his mouth, "It’s as delicious as the ones fried last time."

"If you like it, eat more. Don’t go to the cafeteria for lunch tomorrow. I’ll have Tianzhi bring you some dumplings, and come home early in the evening for New Year’s Eve dinner." Not having a holiday for the Spring Festival was inconvenient; it was hard even for a family to have a reunion meal together.

The following evening, they waited and waited, but Lu Jiang did not return.

"You guys stay home and play, I’ll go see what’s going on." Feng Qingxue untied her apron, placed the prepared New Year’s Eve dinner on a steamer rack over a half pot of boiling water, covered it with a lid to keep the food warm.