Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1775: Arrangements to Return Home 6

Chapter 1775: Chapter 1775: Arrangements to Return Home 6

Feng Qingxue, unaware of the circumstances, asked, "Everyone else’s property was nationalized, how did she keep hers?"

The old woman replied, "Well, she married the man Mao Hongbing, who is in charge of the raids and confiscations. He works at the revolutionary committee on our street, and he’s quite formidable; who wouldn’t fear him? The Deng Family fell into such a state, Deng Hongling and Deng Wu frequently faced hardships, and Mao Hongbing contributed quite a bit to their troubles, while keeping Zhang Rong well-fed with rice and flour."

Feng Qingxue smiled slightly, keeping it in mind, then feigned ignorance, "They are so capable, eating so well; there must be many people giving them gifts, they wouldn’t be lacking our family’s stuff."

"But Zhang Rong likes to dress up. If there’s some rare fabric, she’d surely be willing to trade old items for it." The old woman glanced at her.

No matter how rustic she dressed, her delicate and tender skin couldn’t fool anyone—fairer and smoother than Zhang Rong’s carefully maintained complexion; she wouldn’t resemble a country girl. She’s likely disguised like those who secretly roam the streets collecting old items with fabricated stories.

The old woman said no more, tottering home on her small feet, and as she passed Zhang Rong’s door, she secretly spat.

Ungrateful, heartless people needn’t fear being scorned.

Feng Qingxue found a place to change her hat and scarf, draped in a military coat with a bamboo basket on her back, she arrived at Deng Hongling’s residence; Deng Wu had already awakened, lying on the bed, blinking his bright black eyes while Deng Hongling tidied up things on the table.

"Doctor, you’ve come!" Deng Hongling took the bamboo basket Feng Qingxue put down.

Just as Feng Qingxue was about to speak, she suddenly exclaimed, the white flour in the small bamboo basket on the table was not the one that old woman exchanged from her? She had clearly seen the patches on the small bamboo basket, how did it end up in Deng Hongling’s house?

Deng Hongling noticed her gaze and quickly said, "My brother’s nurse sent it; she often sneakily gives us food."

Feng Qingxue understood where the old woman’s hostility towards Mao Hongbing and Zhang Rong came from.

"In that case, why do you plead tirelessly at your sister-in-law’s door? Even to the point of breaking your head." The old woman exchanged white flour to send over, she would be more willing to find ways to treat Deng Wu.

Deng Hongling shook her head and said, "Aunt Liao’s son and daughter-in-law are very unfilial, they look down on Aunt Liao for having been my brother’s nurse and think my brother grew up solely because of her breastfeeding; they consider her guilty as well, so I don’t want to trouble her. I don’t want to take this flour either, but Aunt Liao said she exchanged it with someone, she can’t take it back."

She thought Zhang Rong, no matter how heartless, wouldn’t ignore her son’s life; who knew she was truly heartless to the extreme, truly watching without helping.

Feng Qingxue understood.

"It’s getting late, I’ll give Xiaowo an injection and head home; let’s not say much else." She took out a syringe and medicine, looked at the shy and fragile child on the bed, feeling a bit of heartache.

Deng Hongling quickly stepped forward and instructed her nephew to thank her.

"Thank you, doctor." Deng Wu’s soft voice was somewhat weak.

"No need to be polite, take your time to recover, and you’ll be well soon." After giving him the injection, Feng Qingxue checked his temperature again, which had dropped significantly since the morning, and she felt relieved; the rest would depend on convalescence.

Deng Hongling was grateful beyond words.

Feng Qingxue took out ten steamed buns and a lunchbox of lamb soup she bought at noon from her bamboo basket, placed them on the table, and despite Deng Hongling’s protests, she said, "My husband was also in the military and participated in the Korean War. He admires your brother’s character, which is why he’s doing this. Don’t be polite with me, take care of yourself and your nephew, and if I manage to contact your brother, I’ll come by and let you know."