Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

The Lu family's dry food consists of multi-grain pancakes, rolls and pickles, which is not much better than other families'. They use military kettles and enamel jars for drinking water, and the military kettles are filled with boiling water. It's been like this every day since the busy farming season, and the food is no better than other people's, so no one is curious about their food anymore, even if they know in their hearts that what the Lu family looks like on the surface may not be what it is at home.

Who has something delicious that they don’t hide and eat secretly?

It's the same for everyone, don't criticize anyone, just know it, don't point it out, it won't be interesting enough.

Feng Qingxue was sitting in the shade of a tree, surrounded by a group of children and Wang Jiao.

Jiang He and others had a good relationship with Guancheng Guanyu. They came to the Lu family holding the wild vegetables and cereals made by Zhang Erya and the other girls, chatting and laughing with a bright smile on their little faces.

Wang Zhengguo said that after the work was done, they would all have rations, and they would be given rations according to the standards of the Wanglou Brigade.

The food they were eating now was obtained by Chen Ming, begged by himself, Wang Zhengguo paid it to them in advance on the pretext that they had to do a lot of farm work in the summer, and Feng Qingxue privately funded it. Coarse grains, but working together can fill the stomach, and also have the strength to work to earn work points.

In the spring and summer of this year, they earned a lot of work points just by collecting grass to feed their livestock.

Five pounds of grass, one work point.

After autumn and early winter, Wang Zhengguo promised that their thatched huts would be built, and they would become members of the Wanglou Brigade. They would truly have their own home, and they would live here forever.

"Aunt Xue, the pickles you make are so delicious! You will never get tired of eating them!" Feng Qingxue used canned pickles and bottles to eat with several children, because she knew that the children did not have salt in their hands and could not pickle pickles. They usually She eats wowotou and drinks water, so these days she will prepare a jar of pickles to greet them, and Jiang He eats very deliciously.

Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled, "If it tastes good, eat more of it. This year I have planted a lot of mustard greens and green vegetables on my own land. I will buy two more pots of pickles in autumn and winter, leaving two jars for you."

"Thank you, Aunt Xue!" several children said in unison.

Wang Jiao said: "Xiaoxue, I want it too."

Feng Qingxue's pickles were especially delicious. During this period, she brought her own dry food to Feng Qingxue's side every day.

The same dark old pickles, but Feng Qingxue's ones are different, making people want to eat them.

To put it bluntly, Feng Qingxue is willing to add seasonings when making pickles. There is no shortage of seasonings such as ginger slices, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, oil, salt, chili, and soy sauce. The pickled vegetables are naturally spicy and delicious.

"Okay, cousin, I'll give you a jar of old pickles when you go out!" Feng Qingxue said with a smile.

Wang Jiao spat at her, lowered her head and stretched out her chopsticks to roll a pickle tassel into her sweet potato pancake.

The two sisters were joking when suddenly someone hurried over to find Feng Qingxue, "Lu Jiang's wife, come with me quickly!"

"What's the matter, cousin-in-law!" Feng Qingxue stood up when she saw that the person who came to see her was Jin Cuihua. She was the woman who showed him the way when he first came to see Wang Zhengguo, and she was also Wang Zhengguo's nephew-in-law.

Jin Cuihua pulled Feng Qingxue towards the direction she came from, "Xiuying was peeling corn cobs in the field, and suddenly she was about to give birth. When she asked, she found out that she was just trying to earn work points and had been holding back for a long time. She wouldn't be able to find her for a while. When it comes to the midwives, our team of midwives is from the third team. Their production team's land is in the south and ours is in the northwest. They are several miles apart. It is too late to find her. "