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

Regarding this matter, Wang Zhengguo had already listened to Guancheng's detailed description on the way here.

So, as soon as he entered the door, he complained: "Xue, you are really good at finding trouble for me! The land of our production brigade is there, and there are numerous harvests all year round. In recent years, the public grain standard has been much higher than before, and grain production has decreased. If you have one more person, you will need to share one more ration. Today you leave one, and someone else delivers one tomorrow. How can I protect the food rations of my fellow villagers? Once this happens, it will be endless, and everyone wants to do it. Send the child."

He didn't believe it. An entire production team couldn't afford to raise one child.

Which production brigade does not have children who eat hundreds of meals? There are several in the Wanglou brigade. Your family will give one, my family will give one, and the production team will give some rations. They will grow up after working together. When they grow up, they will still remember the kindness of their fathers and fellow villagers.

The current situation is obviously that Song Laoshuan and his production team do not want to raise Gangzi.

Like Feng Qingxue, he thought that Tank's name was Gangzi. Although Gangzi and Tank had the same pronunciation, they had different meanings.

Feng Qingxue couldn't help but smile bitterly. She just understood that, so she didn't dare to adopt poor Gangzi. She was afraid that the news would spread. Someone would send a child to her today, but she would open the door tomorrow and find an abandoned baby at her feet.

There are many abandoned babies in the countryside, and many of them are drowned alive if they are not willing to feed them.

Of course, those who drowned were all baby girls.

Lu's father said to Wang Zhengguo ashamedly: "It's all Ajiang's fault. It makes Xiaoxue deal with him. No matter what you do, it's a disgrace on both sides. You might even complain in vain in the future."

He originally wanted to say neither left nor right, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly realized that left and right were sensitive words, so he immediately changed his words.

Song Laoshuan quickly waved his hand, "I don't complain. As long as the jar can have a way out, I won't complain about anything. In this age, not dying of hunger is a good thing, and the jar will definitely not complain!"

Feng Qingxue didn't have a good impression of him, so she met her uncle's eyes and said seriously: "Uncle, I will go to the city tomorrow to find out how the country arranges for the orphans of martyrs, and then contact Ajiang's army to ask. What they mean. Gangzi and Jianghe Erya are different. If we are not careful, we all have to bear the responsibility."

Wang Zhengguo nodded, "I remember that there was an orphanage in the city that cared for the orphans of martyrs. It existed before liberation. It was one of the centers established by Mrs. Sun back then. It took in many war orphans and orphans of martyrs."

Under his witness, he also wrote a written certificate in his own hand, and Song Laoshuan took his fingerprint after reading it.

At this time, he and Feng Qingxue realized that this vat was not the other person's.

There was nothing else in the certificate. It was just to temporarily store the jar in Wanglou Brigade, waiting for a clear reply from the army before properly placing it. The most important thing is that if an accident occurs, it has nothing to do with Wanglou Brigade and Feng Qingxue.

After flicking the certificate, Wang Zhengguo said: "The content is the same as when I wrote the certificate for the oil bottle!"

Feng Qingxue was not in the mood to ask why the oil bottle needed to write a certificate now. She kept the certificate and asked Guancheng to find Jiang He and Zhang Erya, tell them the problem at hand, and ask them to take Gangzi into custody for a while.

Jiang He agreed immediately, "Don't worry, Aunt Xue, Jar won't be hungry in our place. Whatever we eat, we will give it to him!"

They were originally a group of homeless orphans, so they naturally sympathized with the tank.