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

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue felt relieved knowing that although Liu Baozhu was not popular in the Liu family, he was living a good life.

Baozhu has a good personality, she will protect herself and not suffer any disadvantages. Feng Qingxue likes her better. She is cuter than those poor little ones who have been bullied and endured all the time. The next step is to prevent her from growing crooked.

As long as you don't hurt others, being scheming is not a sin, but a way to protect yourself.

After his daughter left, Lu Jiang looked through the information on the table and saw densely packed papers written in foreign languages ​​next to him. "There are still several months until the medical exchange meeting. Don't push yourself too hard."

"Don't fight an unprepared battle. It's better to prepare early than to improvise." Feng Qingxue is used to this kind of planning.

Lu Jiang knew that what he said was useless, so he stopped. Anyway, he knew that his wife knew what she was thinking. But at this moment, he heard his wife say: "Don't just talk about me. Don't you have a plan for doing things yourself? You are busy that day." When I came back to read the letter, I forgot to ask you, how did you solve the earthquake in Sichuan Tibetan area? "

Lu Jiang laughed, "I didn't show up, how could any news come through?"

"To be honest, don't hide it from me!" Feng Qingxue remembered that the earthquake happened around the Spring Festival, and it mainly caused some property damage, but not too many casualties, so she did not continue to pay attention.

Lu Jiang spread his hands, "Just a few days before the earthquake, I made a suggestion to them to conduct a nationwide military training. There would be multiple people in charge of the training separately, and they would gather suddenly from time to time. I set a few time points for them. , we gather once a day at a certain time, and there is a time when the earthquake occurs. I am not there, so it is difficult to ensure the safety of everyone, so I can only do my best to obey fate. Fortunately, the area is sparsely populated, and the houses are not dense. It’s a brick-and-mortar structure with few casualties, and no one will take my suggestion seriously.”

Feng Qingxue's eyes were bright, "Can you imitate me?"

Lu Jiang shook his head, and when Feng Qingxue saw this, the light in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

"Isn't it possible? Why? How will we solve it then?"

"Tang City is an industrial city with hundreds of thousands of residents. It is difficult to carry out mass military training. Even if it is done, only some government agencies and factories can organize it." Lu Jiang couldn't bear to see his wife's disappointment and finished in a low voice, Then he said: "The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge. We know the specific time of this disaster, so there must be a solution."

He already had a rough plan in mind, but it was hard to tell until he was there.

Feng Qingxue slowly exhaled a long breath and whispered: "You are right, we have time to come up with a better way."

"So you knit Baozhu's sweater first. No, no, if you are too busy, entrust the knitting of the sweater to others. There are quite a few idle military wives in our compound. Is it okay to ask them to knit a sweater? What's the point of being embarrassed?" Lu Jiang still didn't want his wife to blame everything on him, as that would be too tiring.

Feng Qingxue shook her head and said, "I have to fulfill my promise to Fu Bao."

The weather was getting cold very quickly. She now wore a sweater in the morning and evening, and occasionally had to add a military jacket. So she put down the materials she was organizing, dismantled the old sweater, washed the wool, dried it in the sun, and twisted it into wool with the help of her daughter. Ball, knitted sweater.