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

No one is ashamed of face, and everyone wants to support their own situation if they have the conditions.

Feng Aihua cleaned the bicycle spotlessly, making it look exactly like new. She pushed it to her new house at night, fearing that it would be stolen outside. The next morning, she tied a big red flower on the front of the bike. It looked good no matter how it looked in the sun. Many people came to see Qiqi.

Even though they had met Feng Qingxue before she got married, they still couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Feng Aihua was wearing an upright old military uniform, three-jointed leather shoes, and a small red flower on her chest. Her grinning look seemed a bit silly to Feng Qingxue, but others said it was very silly. The spirit is very good.

"Okay, Aihua, you are the most beautiful groom today!"

"Let's go, let's welcome the bride!"

There were not many people going to pick up the bride. Apart from the groom, there was only Feng Teng who was leading the team and a few young men. They all walked.

When the young men gathered around Feng Aihua on the wedding road and gradually went away, Feng Qingxue gently tugged on Ma Haiyan's coat lapel, "Sister-in-law, are you just going to go with just a few people? Don't you want to drive a mule cart?"

Last night, she lived in her room with Feng Qingyun and Ma Haiyan, while Feng Aizhong lived in the same room as her brother.

After a night of getting along with each other, and the feelings that had been cultivated through previous visits, Feng Qingxue asked directly if she had any questions.

Ma Haiyan responded in a low voice: "My sister is here. When you went out, you took away several carts of dowry, and you thought that other girls had dowries? I didn't have any at that time, and neither did you, the second sister-in-law. The matchmaker told my parents-in-law in advance Well, your second sister-in-law doesn’t have any dowry, so ask a mule cart to follow her. Who’s going to look good when she comes back with nothing? Why don’t you tell them to go on foot?”

Feng Aihua's wife, Guan Xiuying, not only had no dowry, she didn't even have decent clothes.

On such a cold day, he was wearing a pair of patched clothes and pants, his hair was sparse and yellow, his face was sallow, and he looked thin and frail. He was sitting sideways on the back seat of a bicycle, but he was wearing an old military uniform jacket and clothes. It was very big and empty, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. Feng Aihua, who was riding a bicycle, only had an old cotton-padded jacket and military trousers on her body.

I privately told the young man who went to welcome the bride that when Guan Xiuying went out, she could not stop shivering from the cold, her face was blue, and she had a pair of broken straw sandals on her feet. Fortunately, the military uniform was made of woolen material, which could block the wind, otherwise the wind would fall in love. Hua was about to take off the old cotton-padded jacket and put it on for her.

Aunt Feng quickly opened the box, found her old cotton-padded jacket and trousers, and asked Guan Xiuying to go inside and change into them.

Seeing this, Ma Haiyan quickly took out her cloth shoes and gave them to her to wear.

After Guan Xiuying changed her clothes, Feng Aihuacai put on her military uniform again and saluted and toasted under Feng Shuanzhuo's presiding.

Later, after hearing people gossiping, Feng Qingxue learned that Guan Xiuying lost her parents when she was eleven years old, but she had a younger brother and a younger sister. The younger brother was five years younger than her, and the younger sister was one year younger. Now her younger brother was thirteen or four. When she was 20 years old, her younger sister got married first, so she relented and was willing to marry, but the condition was 200 kilograms of grain, just to leave more grain for her brother after getting married.

"He is a good boy, hard-working and good-tempered. His family conditions are not so good, so we don't mind him." Second Aunt Feng said to Feng Qingxue, who was sitting in front of the stove to eat and unwilling to serve, "Although the second child will not be young in the future. Take care of her brother, but we don’t have anything to say! Aren’t you helping me and me helping you in this life?”

Feng Qingxue had already noticed that if she disliked it, Uncle Feng's family would not agree to this marriage.