Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1495: Meeting on a Narrow Path 4

Chapter 1495: Chapter 1495: Meeting on a Narrow Path 4

That red wool fabric is really gorgeous. Wa Zhanling’s daughter had never seen such a beautiful material before.

The red-and-blue plaid wool she was wearing was already a rare find, purchased from the Number One Department Store in Shanghai. It was also the trendiest style in Shanghai, but compared to that bright red wool fabric, it immediately paled in comparison—it was like night and day.

When Du Juan saw Feng Qingxue’s face and heard what she said, she instantly knew this person was not simple. She frowned slightly, "Zhanling, what are you standing there for? Don’t let Jiaojiao follow her."

Wa Zhanling had already pulled her daughter, Du Jiaojiao, back before Du Juan could remind her.

"Grandma!" Du Jiaojiao stomped her foot angrily.

"What are you so anxious about? We’ll find out who she is later, and your grandpa and I will personally visit their house to ask for it. I refuse to believe their family would dare not give face to your grandpa!" Du Juan spoke confidently. Ever since her husband became a Minister in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs three years ago, she had been basking in the life of being the center of attention. No one would dare disrespect them.

Du Jiaojiao’s expression finally softened a little. "Grandma, you have to keep your word. That fabric is just too beautiful."

"Of course I’ll keep my word." Since her son and daughter-in-law wouldn’t let her take care of her grandson, Du Juan had been doting on this granddaughter excessively. Another reason was that her son-in-law, Du Jianguo, happened to share the same surname as her, which made her feel even closer to him.

The fabric store’s salesclerk said timidly, "I still have another piece of bright red wool fabric here!"

Although it was an imported product, and the quantity was limited, allocated sparingly to this Friendship Store, a few pieces had already been taken by those with connections. But this fabric store did indeed have more than just one piece.

Hearing the clerk’s words, the salesclerk at the ready-made clothes counter nearby couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Du Juan and Wa Zhanling’s faces immediately turned a mixture of pale and green, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Are you buying it or not?" The salesclerk took out the fabric. The vibrant bright red color was indeed identical to the one Feng Qingxue had just purchased. "This fabric isn’t cheap—it would cost at least fifty to sixty yuan to make a coat."

Du Juan glowered and said coldly, "Yes, we’ll buy it. Four feet!"

Leaving aside how the mother and daughter trio scraped together money and vouchers, Feng Qingxue and her daughters had already left the Friendship Store. Feng Qingxue headed straight for the grain and oil store to line up, while her two children brought their purchases home and came back with the grain sacks and oil cans.

Ten Overseas Remittance Coupons could buy two hundred pounds of grain and thirty pounds of oil.

Even though it wasn’t early morning, the queue at the grain store was still long. Everyone was carrying containers for the grain. Because of the freezing weather, many shabbily dressed people were stomping their feet on the spot to stay warm.

Feng Qingxue stood at the end of the line. Suddenly, she heard an argument ahead—a man’s voice, and a woman’s voice.

"You little brat, get out of my way! I’m your sister-in-law, and as the eldest sister-in-law, I’m like your mother. Is this how you treat your family? What’s wrong with me using the grain tickets to buy something? Do you want to keep them for eating out at restaurants every day?"

Feng Qingxue craned her neck to look and saw a tall, thin man gripping the grain tickets he had snatched from the middle-aged woman’s hands.

"These are *my* grain tickets! You all have your own food rations. Why are you stealing from me?"

The middle-aged woman immediately burst into a rage. "What do you mean stealing? Watch your mouth!"

The man, who appeared to be in his thirties, stated firmly, enunciating every word, "You went through my pockets to take the grain tickets issued to me by the factory when I was drunk. Taking without asking is theft!"

The middle-aged woman argued shamelessly, "I was looking out for you, so you wouldn’t waste money eating out at restaurants every day! Buying grain lets the whole family eat. It’s not like I’m not letting you eat!"

As soon as the crowd heard that the man ate out at restaurants daily, many began whispering and pointing fingers.

... Something came up at home, and I had to go to the hospital. I originally wrote over eight thousand characters but didn’t have time to revise or post them. I added a bit just now, so I can only update a little for now. More updates will come tonight. Deepest apologies.