Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 955 - 0955 Capital Chronicle 3

Chapter 955: Chapter 0955 Capital Chronicle 3

Feng Qingxue withdrew her hand and patted the back of his dry, thin hand in return, "Let’s go, let’s go, hurry along now, this is not a place to linger. Children ought to head home obediently, and don’t venture out unless it’s necessary."

Xing Yushan wanted to say something more, but Feng Qingxue and Lu Jiang had already walked away.

"Thank you, thank you..." Tears welled up in Xing Yushan’s eyes as he murmured his gratitude for quite a while before running off.

He and his brother had been born to a pair of extremely irresponsible parents, who were often generous with others in need, but blind to the fact that their own children had been living in hunger since a young age.

This time, it was because they had loaned their wages to a couple who needed it for their wedding, simply because they were short a few dozen yuan for a big wardrobe, and in addition, they were persuaded by a relative from their hometown to steal the Grain Tickets that had been in the older brother’s possession for the last few years, and which he, in turn, had given to Xing Yushan to keep, resulting in Xing Yushan having to try his luck at the black market while his older brother was apprenticing at the steel mill.

Luckily, on his third day at the black market, he had the good fortune to meet a kindhearted person willing to help him.

The contrast with his parents only highlighted the strangers’ kindness and generosity all the more.

Xing Yushan etched Lu Xibao deep into his memory, swearing to himself that when he grew up, he would definitely repay him and his family.

Feng Qingxue didn’t reveal her name, leaving Xing Yushan only able to remember Lu Zhiyuan and Lu Tianmao.

By remembering Lu Zhiyuan and Lu Tianmao, he would be able to find the benefactors of the day.

The meat buns he ate that winter were the most delicious things he had ever tasted in his life, a taste he would never forget.

Lu Jiang, unaware of the boy’s circumstances, quietly asked Feng Qingxue, but surely Qingxue couldn’t reveal that she knew the future fates and present hunger of the Xing Minshan brothers? She vaguely replied, "That story would take a while to tell."

"You could give me the short version," Lu Jiang said crisply.

Feng Qingxue grinned, "That year in the Capital, Dad took Xibao out to buy either cakes or buns, I can’t quite remember which, and Dad said they encountered three brothers in the freezing cold, scavenging for roasted sweet potato skins and rotten cabbage leaves to eat. Xibao gave them the buns, and later, Dad gave them twenty yuan and ten kilograms of Grain Tickets. The oldest among them was named Xing Minshan."

Lu Jiang was particularly proud, "Our Xibao has wholly adopted our family’s values!"

Feng Qingxue glanced at him askance, "Look at how proud you are, as if it was you and not Xibao."

"Like father, like son, and what’s that other saying? ’The tiger’s cub does not show the dog.’ It’s because of a dad like me that we have a Xibao like that!"

Even though their conversation with Xing Yushan hadn’t been overheard, his departure from the black market carrying the items and looking immensely grateful was noticed by many. Within moments, someone sidled up to them.

"Comrade, are you buying? Just need grain," a voice said, almost a whisper, the demeanor extremely cautious.

Lu Jiang asked in a deep voice, "What have you got?"

The man chuckled, "Relax, it’s all good stuff."

He had snuck into someone’s home during a raid and snatched some items, but unfortunately, in these hard times, items that seemed so valuable were almost worthless, all depending on whether he could find someone interested in them.

After exchanging glances, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue decided to look at the items before deciding whether or not to trade.

They changed location and sure enough, the items were quality, and there were many, including jewelry and paintings.

Worthless at the moment, but potentially worth millions in the future.

The man only wanted grain, and it had to be fine grain to agree to a trade.

"Deal!" They had come for the antiques in the first place, and weren’t about to balk at giving up some grain.