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

Feng Qingxue helplessly held her forehead, watching several boys uniformly dressed in new clothes and shoes, managing their buzzcuts, and proudly descending the stairs with Lu Jiang, except Zhuangzhuang who wore a sports outfit that looked oversized under a down jacket.

Fubao was planning the arrangement of her room and originally didn't want to go out, but was dragged out by Ye Yan.

"Dear Fubao, at least familiarize yourself with the surroundings!"

Upon hearing Ye Yan's words, Fubao did not object.

With peace and quiet, Feng Qingxue was in no hurry to go downstairs and first went to check her son's room, finding it tidied up nicely, with basins, toiletries, and a luggage bag containing clothes and toys stashed under the bed. Though towels and toothbrushes in enamel mugs were not neatly arranged, their good daily habits were apparent. The writing desk was empty, only holding enamel mugs for drinking water and Zhuangzhuang's harmonica for now.

Turning to leave, she proceeded into her daughter's room.

Considering her daughter's love for beauty, Lu Jiang prepared even more meticulously, especially going to the logistics management office of the compound to borrow two dressing tables with glass mirrors—one in the master bedroom downstairs, another in the daughter's room—a large wardrobe with an embedded rectangular dressing mirror, and a shoe cabinet displaying shoes sent by relatives from home and those brought from Shanghai by Fubao.

Her gaze swept across the comb, Snow Cream, Clam oil, hairpins, and hair ties on the dressing table. Feng Qingxue took a red sandalwood mirror box with mother-of-pearl inlay from the storeroom and placed it there for Fubao to use, suitable for both jewelry and skincare products.

Upon closer inspection, the furniture in the room was all old-style redwood, rented by Lu Jiang upon discovery.

Generally, everyone prefers new furniture; old-style furniture usually lacks interest, but their family likes it. This type of furniture is more exquisite than new ones, giving the room a nostalgic charm.

Feng Qingxue opened the large wardrobe, Fubao's clothes hung neatly, spring, summer, autumn, and winter—vigorously colored, not lacking for any season.

Especially the new clothes bought for her by Qingyun, which looked particularly lovely when hung.

These kids are clever; in Shanghai, they packed up the old clothes to be mailed by Feng Qingxue, while taking new clothes, new shoes, toys, balls, etc. with them, fearing loss in the mailing process—a laugh over nothing.

Of course, all the clothes and items to be sent were collected into storage by Feng Qingxue.

Thinking of storage, Feng Qingxue then went downstairs to her and Lu Jiang's bedroom, tidying up a bit.

Seeing through the window the corner walls of the yard with blooming wintersweet, Feng Qingxue pondered briefly, retrieved an elegant and refreshing Ru Kiln beauty vase from storage, filled it with water, and snipped a branch of wintersweet to insert into it.

Delicately yellow like wax, its rich fragrance was overwhelming.

When Mrs. Zhang saw her bringing the vase in, she quickly smiled and said, "Cold weather, wintersweet and Shuixian bloom well, but unfortunately, our yard lacks sufficient plants. If you like, I can get a few pots from the old comrades tomorrow to nurture."

"Which household has lots of potted plants? Do they enjoy gardening? Tomorrow I'll visit them personally."

Feng Qingxue actually loves gardening, cherishes all kinds of plants and flowers, blooming seasonally so different fresh flowers can be seen all year round. Unfortunately, gardening is considered a bourgeois sentiment, potentially suppressed, so she never dared to reveal it.

Mrs. Zhang chuckled, "It's not about liking or disliking; this yard originally had plantings. The families with best plantings are Mr. Wang the Commander and Mr. Lu the Commander's homes, plus General Xu's house. Ye Zhengjun's family, where Lu Jiang took the kids, also has various plantings. The neighboring house of old comrade Zhou Fengchun has lush plants, but the previous resident of our house wasn't into flowers and cleared them all to plant vegetables instead."

"Oh, all familiar faces!" Feng Qingxue grinned widely, "Tomorrow I'll get some nice flowers and need to buy some flower pots too."