Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1494: Meeting on a Narrow Path 3

Chapter 1494: Chapter 1494: Meeting on a Narrow Path 3

Feng Qingxue listened to Du Juan’s words, glanced at Wa Zhanling who had initially been startled but quickly leaned on her mother for support, fearless of anything, and smiled faintly. Under the smug gaze of Zhanling’s daughter, she slowly rejected Du Juan, "Sorry, although we are a rural family, we certainly don’t lack that bit of money!"

"Do you know who my grandfather is? If we’re asking you to transfer a piece of fabric, it’s showing you respect!" The young girl leapt up in anger, her tone exactly the same as Wa Zhanling’s.

Du Juan’s face turned unpleasant after being rejected by Feng Qingxue, but she did not stop her granddaughter.

Seeing Du Juan spoiling her granddaughter like this, Feng Qingxue became even less inclined to let her sister get involved with Wa Zhanpeng. With a sarcastic smile, she retorted bluntly, "You don’t even know who your own grandfather is, yet you’re asking me, an outsider? But I can tell you, I really don’t care about your so-called respect!"

The young girl flew into a rage, and Du Juan’s displeased expression now carried a hint of anger as well. "What did you just say?"

"Comrade Du Juan," Feng Qingxue addressed her by name and saw the startled, wide-eyed reaction. She calmly said, "My meaning is simple. This cloth is something we bought; we have no obligation to give it to anyone."

Had their relationship been good, or had they acted politely, sharing a few yards of fabric wouldn’t have been difficult. But Du Juan’s family across three generations had been far too rude.

Du Juan couldn’t help but look directly at her. "Who are you? Do you know me?" Ordinary people didn’t have the chance to know her.

Thinking this, Du Juan completely disregarded the fact that her husband hadn’t achieved his position overnight. Instead, he’d climbed step by step, enduring hardships, traveling with the army back and forth, suffering hunger, and living in the bustling streets. All she remembered was being the wife of the ** Minister and the high-ranking officials she saw before her.

"Who I am isn’t important. What’s important is knowing what should and shouldn’t be done."

After saying this, Feng Qingxue called out to her two nephews, "Tianzhi, Ayu, let’s go home. Otherwise, Erxiong will turn the house upside down." She hurriedly took the fabric, eager to please her daughter.

"Alright, Auntie!"

The brothers immediately followed, with Lu Tianzhi adding, "Auntie, the sewing machine at home is still back in the village, and making clothes is so tiring. Once we’re home, let’s find a tailor to make it. You can have a dress, Fubao can have one, and by the time New Year is over, the weather will be warm and we can wear them."

"Make one for Fubao, and save the rest. You might not find fabric of this quality when you get married."

At this time, the satin and woolen fabrics were extremely durable, and even after decades, they wouldn’t spoil and looked almost indistinguishable from new.

Feng Qingxue hadn’t considered making anything for Jiang Xiaoyue or Zhong Wenxiu, nor for Feng Qingyun. Their daily attire consisted of military uniforms, and even if she made them something, it would only sit at the bottom of a chest; after all, red clothes were difficult to wear in day-to-day life.

"Auntie, you’re not making anything for yourself?" Guan Yu furrowed his brows. Auntie hadn’t made any new clothes for herself for years.

"The country is facing economic difficulties right now. As long as we have clothes to wear, there’s no need to obsess over new ones all the time." Feng Qingxue smiled faintly. Fubao was an exception—young kids wearing bright clothes was harmless. "Your Uncle Hu Ping’s daughter in the Northeast will be eighteen next year, probably getting married within a year or two. I’ll send her a piece of fabric for her wedding clothes."

The discussion and voices grew more distant as they left. Wa Zhanling’s daughter raised her foot to chase after them, unable to accept leaving without achieving her goal.