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

Feng Qingxue moved quickly and went to Wang Zhengguo to write a letter of introduction.

He Hongjun's origin is unknown, and he is a young man of the right age. He should be dismissed as soon as possible to avoid rumors.

After asking for the reason, Wang Zhengguo wrote and stamped his seal and said: "Well, natural and man-made disasters have been happening for so many years. How can we not see dozens or hundreds of people fleeing for food to come to our production brigade? Today, they are just passing by. Just get used to it."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment and said to himself: "He Hongjun, this name sounds familiar."

"Uncle, do you know him?" Feng Qingxue couldn't help but ask more.

"I can't remember." Wang Zhengguo shook his head, "As people get older, their memory deteriorates."

Miao Fengqin next to her pursed her lips. As soon as she heard the name He Hongjun, she thought she had heard it somewhere. Now she remembered it. When Wang Jiao wanted to marry Lu Jiang, she muttered: What happened to Zhang Yuejin and He Hongjun?

Because Zhang Yuejin was an outstanding young man in Wanglou's brigade and was mentioned to Wang Jiao before Wang Zhengguo's choice of son-in-law, Miao Fengqin didn't find it strange, but she was very unfamiliar with the name He Hongjun. At that time, she wanted to ask her daughter, but she was angry with her. Later, when her daughter ran away from home and got beaten up and lost that memory, she kept the name He Hongjun in her heart. Later, she secretly paid attention and found that there were no Red Army people nearby or near her parents' home, and she was completely relieved.

It had been so long that she thought she would never hear the name He Hongjun, but she didn't expect that he actually appeared.

It’s best to send him off, and send him off quickly to avoid any complications.

"Stop being so long-winded, hurry up and write the letter of introduction to Xiaoxue and take it back." Miao Fengqin urged.

In front of her niece, Miao Fengqin certainly didn't want to mention her daughter's past, not to mention that He Hongjun should have left as soon as he got the letter of introduction. There was no need to cause all kinds of troubles that were difficult to solve because of his talkativeness.

Wang Zhengguo said angrily: "I know, I know, why bother? Letters of introduction cannot be written in one stroke."

When she didn't get an answer, Feng Qingxue didn't take it to heart. When she got home, she handed the letter of introduction and five dollars to He Hongjun.

"Thank you, Comrade Feng." During the time when Feng Qingxue went out, He Hongjun already knew that their family was a family member of the military. The surprise when he woke up was immediately suppressed in his heart, and only gratitude filled his face.

"You're welcome, we're just helping each other."

Having said that, Feng Qingxue left him to have breakfast to let Father Lu know about such a person.

Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu were afraid of causing trouble for them, so they didn't come over to eat when they knew there were outsiders. Instead, they cooked some sweet potato porridge on the stove in the cowshed. Anyway, they had wowotou pancakes and pickles prepared by Feng Qingxue.

The Lu family's morning meal was not rich, with brown rice porridge, multi-grain steamed buns, fried pickles, radish beans and other home-cooked meals.

Mr. Lu is an old man, and he revealed the origin of He Hongjun in just a few words at the dinner table.

He is from the capital, has no parents at home, and is not tolerated by his brother and sister-in-law, so he plans to go to Shanghai to visit his relatives. He has an aunt in Shanghai who has no children. As long as he provides for her in her old age, he will have a place to live.

After dinner, Father Lu asked Feng Qingxue to bring him a stack of pancakes, some steamed buns, and pickles to eat on the road.

So, He Hongjun left with gratitude.