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

Wang Jiao shrugged, "Someone owed our family thirty dollars, and they just paid us back yesterday."

She opened the handkerchief bundle she pulled from her pocket, counted out thirty new and old ten-yuan notes in front of Feng Qingxue, and handed them to her, "Here, count them, there are twenty in total. Now that they've paid, our family is debt-free and carefree."

"Then I'll just keep it." Feng Qingxue set aside the machete, took the money, and casually stuffed it into her pocket without counting it carefully.

"You should count it. What if you find some missing after I leave?" Wang Jiao said.

Feng Qingxue smiled warmly, "I can't trust my cousin?"

After knowing each other for over a decade, although Wang Jiao had her quirks, she was a person of principle. She handled social relations better than most people, and her marriage was very successful. Zhang Yuejin was wholly devoted to her, and even her mother-in-law wholeheartedly helped take care of the kids.

Hearing this, Wang Jiao was really pleased.

"Wait here, cousin, I'll go get it." Feng Qingxue went inside to grab the Essence Frost cream and a bag of candies and cakes, handing them to Wang Jiao, "We spent a lot on books and the TV this time, so we didn't buy much else. Cousin, I hope you don't mind it being less!"

Wang Jiao directly picked up a piece of White Rabbit milk candy, peeled the wrapper, and popped it into her mouth, mumbling, "It's plenty. If I eat one piece a day, this pack will last me a long time!"

Feng Qingxue teased, "I say, cousin, don't just think of yourself, leave some for your kids too!"

From her observation, Wang Jiao wasn't exactly a loving mother to her two sons and daughter. Maybe because everyone during this era was working hard to survive, children were generally left to grow up on their own, and having enough to eat, drink, and wear warmly was considered a good life. No one thought Wang Jiao's approach was wrong.

Wang Jiao rolled her eyes, "Got it, got it, I'll share some with them later. I won't just keep it all for myself."

"I was just saying casually, don't get mad, cousin."

Feng Qingxue smiled slightly, took out the wooden basin for washing vegetables, poured the pig offal from the wooden bucket into the basin, rinsed the bucket with water, and casually placed it by the kitchen door to prevent Wang Jiao from forgetting it when she went home.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jiao was idle and in no hurry to go back. She just watched Feng Qingxue bustle about while sitting nearby, munching on sunflower seeds and chitchatting.

The old goose went into the pot, and the fire was blazing.

Skimmed the foam from the pot, covered the pot, and Feng Qingxue threw two thick logs into the stove. The small fire didn't extinguish in the stove, while another pot was used to boil hot water for cleaning the pig offal Wang Jiao brought.

Cleaning a whole set of pig offal was quite a task, especially the pig intestine, which could stink if not handled properly.

"I heard that high-ranking officials have maids at home, called lifestyle assistants or secretaries to avoid the label of exploiting laborers. With Lu Jiang's status, do you still do chores yourself?" Wang Jiao, although a bit more diligent than when she was young, still didn't do most chores. Cleaning pig offal was especially Zhang Yuejin's duty.

Feng Qingxue laughed and said, "Should I get a maid to seem proper? Besides, housework is not just my duty; whoever is home will help, and no one is idle. Sometimes, doing chores together even feels happy."

Wang Jiao muttered, "Happy, my foot! It's not only tiring but can also roughen your hands."

"Right now, it's not feasible. Once conditions improve, you can hire a couple of maids for chores, and it'll be much easier." When the economic reforms began, and the economy boomed, even a modest family could afford maids and wouldn't have to do chores themselves.