Chapter 1773 Arrangement to Return Home 6
Feng Qingxue didn't know what was going on, so she asked in detail, "Others were nationalized, how did she keep it?"
The old woman said, "Who told her to marry a man named Mao Hongbing, who is in charge of parading and confiscating houses? He works in our street's revolutionary committee, so he's very prestigious. Who wouldn't be afraid of him? The Deng family has fallen into this state, Deng Hongling and Deng Wu have suffered many times, and Mao Hongbing has made a lot of efforts, and he has been supporting Zhang Rong with rice and flour."
Feng Qingxue smiled slightly, remembered it in her heart, and pretended to be stupid: "He is so capable and eats so well, there must be a lot of people giving gifts, so he doesn't need these things from my family."
"But Zhang Rong likes to dress up. If there is any rare cloth, she would definitely be willing to exchange her old things for it." The old woman glanced at her.
No matter how rustic she is, her delicate skin is still there. It is even whiter and more tender than Zhang Rong's carefully maintained skin. How can she look like a country bumpkin? I'm afraid she is just like the people who secretly collect old things from the streets and alleys, and she is just disguising herself and making up a story.
The old woman didn't say much, and walked home on her bound feet. She spat secretly when she passed by Zhang Rong's house.
People who are ungrateful and black-hearted should not be afraid of being despised.
Deng Hongling shook her head and said, "Mrs. Liao's son and daughter-in-law are very unfilial. They look down on Mrs. Liao for having been my brother's wet nurse. They think that my brother was able to grow up thanks to her breastfeeding and that she is also a guilty person, so I don't want to trouble her. I don't want to accept this little bit of flour either, but Mrs. Liao said that she had found someone to exchange it for me and I can't take it back."
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Feng Qingxue said "oh" and understood where the old woman's hostility towards Mao Hongbing and Zhang Rong came from.
Feng Qingxue found a place to change her hat and scarf, put on a military coat and carried a backpack to Deng Hongling's residence. Deng Wu had already woken up and was lying on the bed, blinking his black eyes as he watched Deng Hongling tidy up things on the table.
Feng Qingxue understood.
"If that's the case, why did you beg in front of your sister-in-law's door? Even knocking your head and breaking it." The old woman exchanged the flour for white flour and sent it to them. She was more willing to find ways to treat Deng Wu.
"It's getting late. I have to give Xiaowu an injection and then go home. I won't say anything else." She took out the syringe and medicine, and looked at the shy and weak child on the bed, feeling a little distressed.
Deng Hongling noticed her gaze and said hurriedly, "My brother's nanny sent it. She often secretly brings us food."
She thought that no matter how heartless Zhang Rong was, she would not ignore her son's life. However, she was so heartless that she watched him die without helping.
Feng Qingxue was about to speak when she suddenly exclaimed, wasn't the white flour in the small basket on the table the one that the old woman had exchanged from her before? She could see the patch on the small basket clearly, how could it be in Deng Hongling's house?
"Doctor, you're here!" Deng Hongling took the backpack that Feng Qingxue had taken down.
Deng Hongling hurried forward and asked her nephew to express his gratitude.
"Thank you, doctor." Deng Wu's voice was soft and weak.
"You're welcome. Just take good care of yourself and you'll recover soon." After Feng Qingxue gave him the injection, she took his temperature again. It was much lower than in the morning, so she felt relieved. The rest depended on his recovery.
Deng Hongling is very grateful.
Feng Qingxue took out the ten steamed buns and the mutton soup lunch box she bought at noon from her backpack and put them on the table. While she was trying to refuse, she said, "My husband is also a soldier. He participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. He does this because he admires your brother. Don't be polite to me. Take good care of yourself and your nephew. If I get in touch with your brother, I will come and tell you."
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