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

The more Song Laoshuan talked, the more embarrassed he became, and his head dropped.

People are poor and have short ambitions, but they have to be like this.

Song Dazhu was a martyr. The country awarded him an honorary title and was buried in the Martyrs Cemetery. Who could bear to ask the martyr's only son to starve to death? Who can afford the responsibility of their production brigade and the Song family? If it hadn't been for the famines of the past few years, the entire production brigade could feed him with just one mouthful, but now who is willing to give up that mouthful of food? The rice cooked in the pot is all pressed into grains.

"Gangzi does have an uncle, dear uncle. After the death of Gongzi's mother, I asked them to collect the money and tickets you sent. They got it this month. They went to the city to exchange for food, but before their own daughter starved to death , they refused to grab a handful of rice and boil it in a pot to save his daughter’s life! When I found the jar, he was almost dying of hunger. After discussing with the branch secretary, I told his family to find a jar. Good people, after getting their consent, I brought the tank out. I didn't tell them that I was coming to see you. I was just afraid that they would come to you in the future, because you left your address in the letter and told the tank's family that if you have any difficulties, Come to you."

As Song Laoshuan said this, he put down the jar, took off the shabby baggage on his back, opened it, took out a few letters and all Song Dazhu's relics including the Medal of Honor, and handed them to Feng Qingxue.

The letter was indeed written by himself and Lu Jiang, and the handwriting was clear at a glance.

If you have any difficulties, please come to her or something, but it was not written by her. She had not made a promise to the families of the martyrs. It should have been written by Lu Jiang before he returned to the army. She did not check what Lu Jiang wrote at that time.

They have their comradeship, and writing such content is completely reasonable.

However, facing Song Laoshuan's entrustment, Feng Qingxue was completely unprepared. Looking at Gangzi's innocent and pure eyes, she didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, she felt that nothing was appropriate.

At this moment, she heard Song Laoshuan's stomach growl, and Gangzi's eyes turned to the table.

There are still some dumplings in the bowl that have cooled down even though I haven't finished eating.

Song Laoshuan's old face turned red immediately, and he said sheepishly: "Actually, I'm not hungry, just thirsty. I brought some cornbread with me, which the party secretary and my old woman had to collect with great difficulty. I had to eat on the way home. This I ate one every day for several days.”

Feng Qingxue sighed, poured him a bowl of hot water, and asked Lu Tianjun to make dumplings for Song Laoshuan.

I had made several covered dumplings before, but only two covered dumplings were left in the pot.

Father Lu suddenly said: "Bake some porridge for the child to nourish his stomach."

Lu Tianjun responded and worked with Guan Cheng.

Song Laoshuan sat with the jar on his lap and waved his free hand towards Feng Qingxue, "No, no, it's not easy to eat dumplings during the winter solstice. I still have the wowotou I brought! It's all about the jar. …”

"You eat first and then talk after you finish."

After listening to Feng Qingxue's words, Song Laoshuan waved his hand again, "The vat matter has not been settled. Even if I eat meat, I am not sure."

After hearing this, Feng Qingxue looked at Father Lu, who happened to be looking at her as well. Their eyes met and both smiled bitterly.

Theoretically, they should adopt Gangzi, and it's not like they can't afford it.

Song Dazhu was so dedicated that he sacrificed his life for the country and the people. His parents and wife were all dead, and his only child should not have died of starvation in this age of natural and man-made disasters, leaving this hero with no descendants in his life.