Back in the 1960s: The Struggle of the Pampered Wife

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The old lady was stunned for a moment, and then she put her hand on her pocket.
　　"Daughter..." She moved her lips and felt the soft warmth under her hands. After all, she didn't say anything to refuse. She just kept saying, "Thank you, girl, thank you, thank you."
　　With these two Steamed buns, the little grandson can have two more rations.
　　How precious is the refined grain, she knows better than anyone else that even in her own family, it is difficult for her grandson to eat white flour steamed buns.
　　With Feng Qingxue's eyes, Feng Qingxue could see that this old lady was living a more difficult and thinner life than the previous old lady, and the reason for everyone's poverty and weakness must be the lack of food, no exceptions.
　　Because of the old lady's kindness, Feng Qingxue whispered as she passed her: "Tomorrow I will go under the Red Army Bridge, and I want to exchange the thick and thin grain that I finally poured over for money and things I don't have. "

The Red Army Bridge is a black market trading place in the county seat, in a relatively remote periphery.
　　Mentioning the Red Army Bridge is tantamount to mentioning the black market.
　　The old lady was excited for a while, her eyes flashed with joy, and then she hurried home.
　　Feng Qingxue stood there for a while, and also found the second-hand clothes and shoes counter that the old man said. Sure enough, they were all hanging old clothes and old shoes, not many in number, and even fewer other old things.
　　The attitude of the salesperson here is also a little better than the previous one. Seeing Feng Qingxue coming over, he hurriedly stood up with a smile on his face.
　　"What do you want to buy, comrade?"
　　Feng Qingxue said her request, and the salesperson immediately took out a few children's clothes and shoes for her to choose.

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"How much are these pairs of shoes? And these clothes."
　　Feng Qingxue didn't dare to buy more, so she picked out a pair of cloth shoes and a pair of cotton shoes for Feng Qingyun, and chose a whole body of clothes, a red bottom Small cotton-padded jacket with broken flowers, a pair of small cotton-padded trousers with white flowers on a blue background, and an army green jacket and blue trousers over the cotton-padded jacket.
　　The clothes are all old, but 60-70% new, clean and unpatched.
　　Feng Qingxue has never brought children, so buying clothes for Feng Qingyun can only be done visually.
　　The sales clerk replied, "The child's shoes are 30 cents and cotton shoes are 70 cents. Although these clothes are old, they are sold in good conditions. The child has been wearing them for only two years. If you don't want a cloth ticket, you can give me 10 cents. Two bucks." The hands are fast, and the hands are slow.
　　In times of scarcity, many things are in short supply.
　　Feng Qingxue paid without hesitation and took these clothes and shoes.
　　Afterwards, Feng Qingxue picked out a pair of cloth shoes with black uppers and melaleuca soles for herself, and spent two dollars.
　　After thinking about it, he spent another two yuan to buy Feng Qingyun a small gown that was washed white and patched.
　　Do not vote, even if it is second-hand, the price is also more expensive.
　　The salesperson said it when she was collecting money.
　　Feng Qingxue didn't buy clothes for herself. She would wear the ragged clothes on her body first, and then make her own clothes when she could, or take out the clothes in the space that fit the aesthetics of this era and change them before wearing them.
　　The main purpose of her coming to the city was to buy clothes and shoes for Feng Qingyun.
　　The little baby, wearing an adult's old cotton-padded jacket, is really pitiful.
　　Even if Feng Qingxue was not the original owner, she felt sad when she saw Feng Qingyun like this.
　　What's more, there is cause and effect, she was reborn through the body of the original owner, and she should bear the responsibility of the original owner before his death.

　　After leaving the department store, Feng Qingxue did not have the leisurely feeling of shopping, and went straight to the way home.
　　When approaching the entrance of the village, Feng Qingxue's heart moved, and there were three pockets of cornmeal mixed with cabbage leaves in the back basket, the size of a fist, and the clothes and shoes that she bought underneath.
　　A few decades later, in the 21st century, many people pay attention to maintaining health and eat coarse grains, so there are many grains in the streets and alleys.
　　When hoarding ready-to-eat food, she bought a lot and put them in the space.
　　Feng Qingxue did not go to the second uncle's house to pick up her sister, but turned around and went to the house where the brigade leader Feng Suan was holding.
　　"Second uncle, second aunt, are you at home?"
　　Feng Qingxue called out twice at the door, and came out a shriveled old man wearing an old military uniform with patches on top of it.
　　It is not appropriate to say that it is an old man, because the wind is only fifty years old.
　　However, the hair tied by the wind was already white, and the bronze face was full of wrinkles.
　　"Qingxue? Where did you come from? What's the matter?" According to his seniority, Feng Shuozhuo was the uncle of Feng Qingxue's family, the second among brothers, so Feng Qingxue called him the second uncle. Amiable.
　　It was noon at this time, but because every household was short of food, the lunch was moved to around two o'clock.
　　In this way, eat two meals a day, and go to bed directly after dark.
　　Therefore, many people were chatting while basking in the sun at the door, and when they saw Feng Qingxue looking for Feng to tie them down, they all looked over.
　　"Where can I come from? I came back from begging, otherwise I would starve with Qingyun." After Feng Qingxue explained the reason for her going out, she said bluntly, "Second uncle, I'm here to ask you something."