When Ning Jing opened her eyes, she tragically discovered that not only had she transmigrated to the past, but her husband had died, leaving her with 6 children.
Looking at the group of littl...
The soap was alright, since it was in the basket and Fu Hongxing probably saw it when it fell to the ground.
She could claim that someone else asked her to bring it to Niu Jinju, but she originally planned to buy the wheat directly from the mall when she went to see Niu Jinju.
It was mainly to be lazy, even though a few kilograms of wheat isn't very heavy.
Even if it's light, walking such a long distance is still a burden.
Now, if she were to conjure up wheat, how would she explain it to Fu Hongxing?
We need to find a way to get them away.
When Fu Hongxing returned after paying, Ning Jing was still racking her brains for a solution.
"What are you thinking about?"
Fu Hongxing stood in front of Ning Jing for a while, and saw that she had her head down and her eyes were blank, as if she was thinking about something.
"Uh, we need to buy kerosene!"
Sister-in-law Guihua also asked me to take some back with me.
Also, I've already arranged to buy some fabric for Xiuhua and the others to make clothes.
Ning Jing thought for a moment and then said it aloud.
Even if she manages to gloss over the wheat issue, Fu Hongxing will definitely find out about the fabric she got back eventually.
It's better to give a half-truthful explanation now than to wait for Fu Hongxing to ask and then make up an excuse.
"Buying fabric?"
"Why can't we just buy them all at the supply and marketing cooperative?"
Fu Hongxing looked at Ning Jing expressionlessly, thinking to herself, "The cloth coupons sent this year should be enough for Xiuhua and the others to wear, so why do we still need to buy cloth?"
"The supply and marketing cooperative requires cloth coupons, but the people I found don't need them. They're selling some defective cloth that textile factories don't want, which is given to their employees as welfare."
Ning Jing replied, feigning delight.
"No cloth coupons? Have you used up all the cloth coupons sent home?"
Thinking of this, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, opened it, and searched through a pile of money notes, finding two cloth coupons.
However, the dimensions shown here don't seem to be enough to make a garment for one person.
"I'll go to the post office later and send a telegram to my comrades, asking them to send me some cloth coupons."
Clutching the two cloth coupons, a hint of unease flashed across Fu Hongxing's face.
I was in such a rush to come back this time that I didn't think much about it.
Ning Jing stared at the money wrapped in the handkerchief in Fu Hongxing's hand, and secretly took a deep breath.
Wow, that's a lot of money.
"Ahem, it's not that we've used it all up, it's that we've never even seen it."
Don't bother your comrades. I've already told them I don't need tickets.
Ning Jing forced herself to turn her head away, refusing to look at Fu Hongxing.
Never seen cloth ration coupons? How is that possible?
Upon hearing Ning Jing's words, Fu Hongxing's already tense face furrowed even deeper.
Since I came back this time, it seems that many mysteries have emerged one after another.
"The money you sent back has been collected by your uncle from the very beginning, and the family hasn't seen a single penny of it since."
When my parents were alive, maybe they would have, but since they passed away, they haven't given me a single penny.
Ning Jing didn't know whether Fu Hongxing knew about this or not, but regardless of whether he knew or not, she was going to report it.
"What did you say?"
Fu Hongxing's usually expressionless face finally cracked, and shock filled his entire face.
"Parents passed away? Ning Jing, what do you mean by that?"
Ignoring Ning Jing's back and foot injuries, Fu Hongxing grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up.
"What are you doing? You're hurting me, you know?"
What what do you mean?
Didn't you know your parents passed away?
Xiuhua told me that your uncle sent you a telegram.