Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1437: Xibao Enters the Capital 1

Chapter 1437: Chapter 1437: Xibao Enters the Capital 1

Seeing Jin Laoqi now, Feng Qingxue felt very surprised.

One should know that from here to Jin Laoqi’s residence was a distance of twelve to twenty kilometers; what was he doing wandering around here with no particular reason? His face was covered with bruises of blue and purple, as if he had been punched and slapped, the marks were very distinct.

"Old man, it’s already dark, why don’t you go home?" Feng Qingxue approached him.

Jin Laoqi gathered his tattered cotton coat and squinted at Feng Qingxue, who only had her eyes showing.

After a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, "It’s you!"

"Huh? What do you mean it’s me, old man?" Feng Qingxue was stunned. She and her husband were fully armed during their transactions with Jin Laoqi, and they even deliberately lowered their voices and altered their tone; could he still recognize something?

Jin Laoqi waved his hand, "Nothing, nothing, did you call me?"

"Yes, it’s so late, why aren’t you heading home?" Feng Qingxue repeated her question.

"Home? What home? Where is there a home for me, I’m just a lonely old man." Jin Laoqi let out a low sigh, "My old den has been searched over and over again, even during heavy snowfall there is no peace. Look, look at my face, it’s the work of a few kids who came to my house today, they insisted I reveal where I hid the gold and treasures. My family has been in ruins for generations, what gold and treasures could there be? They were all taken away by the warlord during the chaos of war, and no one believes me no matter how many times I say it."

No treasures? Where did the things he traded with her last time come from? Weren’t they his personal stash?

Such a shrewd old man; they say a crafty rabbit has three burrows, and Luo father was no exception.

Feng Qingxue made a sound of realization, "Then you’re not going back home?"

"Go back, yes, going back now." Jin Laoqi said smilingly, glancing at the basket carried by Feng Qingxue, "I’ll head back now, girl, you should hurry home too, I think the snow is falling heavier than during the day."

Fearing that Jin Laoqi might notice something, Feng Qingxue wanted to wait for him to leave before entering her home, while Jin Laoqi also wanted to know where Feng Qingxue lived and see her home. So they ended up staring at each other, neither moving.

A moment later, Jin Laoqi chuckled and waved his hand, "I’m not going to keep you, I’ll be off."

Feng Qingxue watched him leave, turned the corner of the alley and disappeared, stood there for a moment, then stepped into her home.

She didn’t know that right after she locked the door, around the corner of the alley, a head wearing a tattered hat peeked out—Jin Laoqi—murmuring to himself: "So they live here, persistence pays off, I finally found them."

Yes, the person who traded with her that day did not reveal their identity, and their voice also sounded disguised, but who was Jin Laoqi? He was Jin Laoqi, a survivor of the chaotic war era, an expert in discerning appearances. He recognized her just by Feng Qingxue’s pair of eyes alone, such beautiful eyes were not something regular people had, hence they made a deep impression on him.

After that trade, Jin Laoqi wandered around the city, searching for them for a long time but never finding them.

By surname, those from the Luo Family, who married out as grandmothers, are far less closely related in bloodline compared to the descendants of the Aisin Gioro family. The last Emperor and Jin Laoqi shared the same ancestor, that is Prince Yi. Yet, Jin Laoqi’s lineage was left with only him, and his ancestors weren’t very influential either, so he felt a close connection to the descendants of his old grandmother.

Getting on in his years, with quite a few hidden treasures, Jin Laoqi harbored a little hope in his heart. He had to find someone to handle his affairs after his death, right? Nobody else, but the descendants of the old grandmother.