Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 324 - 0324: Make Preparations before it Rains 2_1

Chapter 324: Chapter 0324: Make Preparations before it Rains 2_1

Firstly, Lu Jiang’s salary and grain tickets were used in the name of the army to support the families of fallen comrades.

The incident involving Song Gang served as a wake-up call for Lu Jiang. After Major Ye informed him, even though Feng Qingxue had never complained in her letters about the trouble Lu Jiang’s actions had caused, the letters Lu Jiang wrote to her were still filled with apologies, expressing his thoughtlessness. He immediately devised the above remedy, directly mailing from the army without leaving his and his wife’s information.

He pitied the families of his comrades, to which Feng Qingxue raised no objections.

Secondly, Feng Qingxue no longer traded food for antiques and jewelry in the black market, instead, she used money.

She paid money for the antiques and jewels that couldn’t be exchanged at the bank, and their owners could use the money to buy food in the black market. After all, the vast majority of food sellers accepted cash, most of whom were old farmers from the countryside.

The only reason those people had to exchange valuables for food was because they had no other means of selling them, right?

Only when trading resources with comrades was it impossible to hide personal information. Fortunately, they mostly did not know each other.

Moved by the honesty of his comrades, taking advantage of the fine weather and good road conditions, Feng Qingxue went into the city alone under the pretext of finding Wu Zheng for a medical check-up. She disguised herself, sent different cereals to them, thought for a while, followed by some fabrics, cotton, brown sugar, and salt. She also sent some modified frostbite medicine and injury medicine.

With the dried meat, there was less demand for food, so there were no losses in terms of food.

Feng Qingxue also stopped offering help at random. As she was heavily pregnant, she went out less frequently and thus encountered fewer unfortunate people. Out of sight, out of mind, she felt no guilt. At the Wanglou Brigade, she put on the image of a large family lacking in food. Often seen sighing, over time, everyone knew their family was having a hard time.

That being said, on the morning of the Little New Year, when Feng Qingxue opened the door, she almost stepped on a person at the doorstep.

A young man had collapsed at her front door. His clothes were thin and ragged, his body covered in frost and dust, with a broken bowl in one hand, and the other in a knocking position. It seemed he had fallen unconscious before even reaching the door.

A little snow had fallen in the early morning, forming a thin layer on him.

"Tianjun, Acheng, come quickly!"

Feng Qingxue checked his breathing- it was extremely weak. She felt his pulse and body temperature, then quickly called her nephew over to carry him into the east wing room. After forcing some hot water down his throat and rubbing alcohol on his chest and limbs, they managed to save his life.

When the young man woke up, he saw Feng Qingxue standing by the bed. Despite her simple attire, she had smooth and fair skin, her eyes captivating like the most stunning woman from the Republic era.

He immediately opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at Feng Qingxue.

"You...I..."

"Oh, you are awake?" Lu Tianjun waved his hand in front of him, then extended all five fingers, "How many fingers am I showing?"

"Five!"

After answering this childish question, the young man tried to sit up, but found himself too weak to do so. He lay back down on the bed, his expression one of deep disappointment.

Guan Cheng brought over a bowl of brown rice porridge, "Eat something first!" He also handed him a corn muffin.

The young man didn’t know where he found the strength to sit up. He took the bowl and drained it in one gulp, then hastily gobbled down the corn muffin. While belching, he said, "I am He Hongjun. Thank you for saving my life, thank you so much!"

As he spoke, he did not forget to raise his fists in salute.