Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 871 - 0871: Turn Against Each Other 5

Chapter 871: Chapter 0871: Turn Against Each Other 5

After Bai Xue’s reminder, Feng Qingxue didn’t hesitate to make changes and taught her son and daughter to recite the old leader’s poetry and quotations.

Xibao, being older and whimsically smart, quickly got the hang of it. Under Feng Qingxue’s guidance, he could write some simple Chinese characters and numbers, and also recite multiplication tables.

When Feng Qingxue was working, he would lie on the desk and practice writing, or teach Fubao to recite the multiplication tables.

Xibao had an excellent memory. He hadn’t reached the point of never forgetting what he heard, but once taught a few times, he would remember. His IQ must be very high.

Fubao, being younger, cared more about dress and applying fragrance. If not reminded to recite the Three Character Classic, she would forget, so she would stumble through a few quotations, with "Study hard and make progress every day" being the one she muttered most often.

After studying for a while, the two children started to frolic in the office. Feng Qingxue kept working at her desk while keeping an eye on them.

Zhu Yan, a new medical orderly who had joined at the beginning of the year, suddenly rushed in, panicked, "Sister Xue, Sister Xue, please help me!"

Feng Qingxue had trained the new medical orderly for a while and got along very well with them.

As long as Feng Qingxue was willing, she could click with anyone.

"What’s the matter, Xiaozhu?" Feng Qingxue put down her pen and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Sit down and take your time to explain, don’t panic."

Xibao held out the enamel mug from which he had been drinking tea to Zhu Yan and said loudly, "Sister, have some tea!"

The enamel mug was more than half full with water that Feng Qingxue had poured for him, warm but more than he could drink.

"Thank you, Xibao!" Zhu Yan took the enamel mug with both hands, didn’t sit down, but her emotions seemed to stabilize a little. She whispered, "Sister Xue, I heard that Comrade Jiu Hong and Comrade Lu Zhaodi are having a divorce?"

"Who did you hear that from?" Feng Qingxue asked instead of answering.

Zhu Yan whispered, "I just heard people talking about it. Comrade Lu Zhaodi is crying everywhere, saying that Jiu Hong is going to abandon her. It seems she’s now looking for help to persuade Jiu Hong not to divorce her. The news is spreading fast, and many people already know about it. What should I do? What should I do, Sister Xue, if Comrade Lu Zhaodi comes to me?"

Feng Qingxue slightly frowned, "What does it have to do with you? Tell me the truth."

Zhu Yan, tears streaming down her face, said, "After completing some training, didn’t I start working? I patrol the hospital wards, give injections, change dressings, being a little nurse. Last month when Comrade Jiu Hong was sick and hospitalized, it was me who gave him his injections. He moved suddenly, and my hand slipped, jabbing him painfully in the butt. It hurt so much he jumped up, and the needle even bent."

At this point, Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but feel the urge to laugh.

"What happened then?" Feng Qingxue held back her laughter and asked.

"After that?" Zhu Yan stomped her foot in frustration. "Of course, I apologized to Comrade Jiu Hong! Comrade Jiu Hong was quite amiable, said it was no problem with a smile. I was so grateful. What if he complained about me to the higher-ups? I would be in trouble, definitely criticized, and laughed at by my comrades. Because of that incident, whenever he needed medical care or got injured and required injections and dressings, I did it for him."

At this point, Zhu Yan glanced at Xibao and Fubao, ran to Feng Qingxue’s side, and whispered in her ear, "It wasn’t long before he started pursuing me, writing me letters, and slipping them to me when I was giving him injections. The content was very passionate, saying that Comrade Lu Zhaodi was old-fashioned with a wooden head, not sharing his interests. What of it? They were revolutionary partners. If I accepted his pursuit, what kind of person would I be? My own mother was abandoned by my father on the pretext of not sharing intellectual interests."