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

"Good boy, don't cry. All you can do now is wait." Feng Qingxue touched his head without feeling dirty, "Is your grandma sick? Can you take me to see her?"

Zhao Tianqi nodded happily after hearing this.

This child was wandering at the entrance of the scrap collection station. Naturally, his home was nearby, and he arrived in just two steps.

The living conditions of their family are much better than that of Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu. Although the stone walls are short, there is a small courtyard. In the courtyard stands three main houses with brick structures, a kitchen, a toilet and a well next to them.

"Grandma! Grandma! I brought a sister to see you!"

Zhao Tianqi shouted as he opened the door and ran into the house.

Feng Qingxue parked the flatbed truck in the yard and walked in. She found that the house was also bare and there was a thin old woman lying on an old-fashioned large wooden bed with a footrest. She was covered with an old coarse cloth patched with blue background and white flowers. The quilt, a head of white hair scattered on the pillow, cheeks flushed, eyes closed tightly, dying.

The width of the bed makes the person on the bed even more thin and petite, making it look very miserable.

When Feng Qingxue saw this, she sighed in her heart. She walked over and touched her forehead. It was hot. She looked down at the phlegm she spit out on the ground and said, "It's a fever caused by a cold."

"Sister, will grandma be okay?" Zhao Tianqi grabbed two-thirds of the buns with tears in his eyes.

The little man looked very pitiful.

"Don't worry, it will get better." Feng Qingxue comforted him. She found a kettle and an enamel jar next to her. She walked over and poured half of the jar of water into it. Although it was not too hot anymore, it was still a little warm.

Then, Feng Qingxue took out cold medicine and antipyretic medicine from the space behind Zhao Tianqi's back.

She carefully looked at the phlegm and tongue coating that the old man spit out. She found that it was a cold due to wind-heat, so the medicine she took out was very suitable.

The medicine she took out was a capsule. The capsule could not be shown to anyone, so she poured the powder in the capsule into an enamel jar, shook it to melt it, then threw the capsule skin back into space, sat on the edge of the bed with the medicine in hand, and half-supported it. He looked at Zhao Tianqi's grandmother and fed the potion into it.

The old man should have some consciousness and swallowed slowly.

Feng Qingxue had taken care of her grandparents. She patted the old man's back and waited until she swallowed completely before letting her lie down.

Patients with colds and fevers should eat light meals. Feng Qingxue asked Zhao Tianqi to eat the buns and went to the kitchen to take a look.

There is an earthen stove and a briquette stove in the kitchen. There is a pile of briquettes and firewood next to it, but the fire in the stove has long been extinguished. There is only a shallow bottom of water in the bucket. There are complete pots and pans, including salt and no oil. .

Feng Qingxue took out a small bag of yellowed brown rice and a small bag of flour mixed with cornmeal from her backpack.

After thinking for a while, he took out three hard-boiled salted duck eggs.

Zhao Tianqi ran over and saw it, full of admiration, "Sister, is your backpack a treasure chest?"

"Sister's backpack is not a treasure chest, but sister herself is a treasure chest." Feng Qingxue answered him with a smile, walked over and fetched a bucket of well water, and scrubbed all the pots, pans, chopping boards and knives clean.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Zhao Tianqi asked.

"Sister, make some food for your grandma."

Feng Qingxue washed the rice, put it in the pot and lit it, all in one go.

Smelling the aroma of the white porridge, Zhao Tianqi, who was guarding the stove and helping to light the fire, was drooling.

"Sister, it smells so good!"

Feng Qingxue served him a bowl of porridge with salted duck eggs, and then carried the bowl of porridge into the house.

The old man was already awake, sitting on the bed, with tears in his eyes, and said feebly: "Daughter, thank you, thank you, I feel it all."