Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1772: Arrangements to Return Home 3

Chapter 1772: Chapter 1772: Arrangements to Return Home 3

Leaving the armed forces department, Feng Qingxue looked up at the sky and exhaled a breath of stale air.

It’s close, it’s close, in about twenty months, all the hardships will end, and those struggling at the bottom will once again see the light of day. They have endured for so many years; what’s another year or two?

Checking the time, Feng Qingxue stopped by the state-run restaurant on her way.

First respect the clothes, then the person. Her attire and the aura she carried secured her considerate service, and she unreservedly took out four lunch boxes, buying today’s supply of braised lamb, red-braised pork, and a portion of lamb noodles, plus ten large white steamed buns and a portion of lamb soup. She only ate the lamb noodles herself, while the rest she sneaked into her space using the basket for cover.

While eating, Feng Qingxue noticed several shy and bashful young couples, taking bites while glancing at each other, which reminded her of the scene when she and Lu Jiang first dined at the state-run restaurant. _{f|re(e)web.n\ovel. (c)o.m}

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed; thinking back now, it feels like a different world.

Thinking of how Lu Jiang has been gone for over three months, only calling a few times without revealing anything, Feng Qingxue’s long lashes lowered slightly, leaving her in a somber mood. She could only hope for things in the capital to settle soon so her husband could return home early.

This afternoon, she needed to give Deng Wu an injection before heading back, so after her meal, Feng Qingxue wandered around the city.

Wucheng is much like Baozhou, everywhere is gray with only spots of popular military green as adornment.

She found a secluded spot, ensuring no one was around, took off the slightly worn and faded military coat, removed the Lei Feng hat and scarf mask. Even though the clothes and hat were old, the fabric couldn’t fool the keen eyes, combined with her extraordinary aura, which made the young woman investigating speculation and hoarding, along with the service staff at the state-run hotel, treat her with great respect.

In an instant, she transformed from a female soldier into an ordinary woman.

Inside the coat were cotton clothes washed to white, patched discreetly, in common blue-green colors, scarf and gloves replaced with very old ones, with a blue old turban wrapped around her head, still concealing a bright, snowy face with only her eyes visible.

Putting her backpack into her space, Feng Qingxue walked out of the deserted narrow alley with a coarse cloth-covered bamboo basket hanging on each arm.

Every move she made vividly depicted the image of a rural wife recently entering the city.

She wanted to exchange some local tickets for Deng Hongling and her niece and nephew, as military grain tickets were too conspicuous.

Now knowing of their existence, she couldn’t ignore them; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to explain to Lu Jiang, and Lu Jiang would also let down his comradeship with Deng Nan, side by side in life and death battle.

She’s experienced, swiftly reaching the area near the coal factory.

Wucheng has rich mineral resources and has developed several mines, among which the miners receive the highest food supplies, each receiving forty-five pounds of grain tickets per month. Many workers at the coal factory have similar benefits. If one is single, it’s more than enough to sustain oneself. However, those with families either manage to support them or struggle tightly due to having too many family members.

Having spent several years in Wucheng, Feng Qingxue picked up some local dialect, choosing a clean and neatly dressed old woman with few patches, basking in the sun, and approached her speaking in dialect, "Auntie, I’m visiting relatives but couldn’t find them. Could you offer me a sip of hot water?"

The old woman, surprised, responded, "A sip of hot water, of course, but why couldn’t you find them?"

Feng Qingxue shook her head, "I don’t know either. I followed the address left by my relatives here, but the neighbors all said there’s no such person. I wonder if I misremembered."