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

Feng Qingxue smiled, "My surname is Feng, called Feng Qingxue. I'm just a passerby from out of town, here to buy some things to take back, I won't be staying. You should hurry and take the child and the mother to the hospital, it's cold, don't delay."

Zhu Mother remembered the name in her heart, hurriedly pleading for everyone to help, and carried the mother, whose lower half was wrapped in an old quilt, downstairs to the entrance.

A flatbed cart was already prepared at the door, with an old quilt laid on top.

Feng Qingxue only accompanied them downstairs, watched as the mother lay steadily on the cart, didn't go to the hospital, found a place to wash her hands, changed out of the blood-stained clothes, returned to the building, to buy the high-priced silk she had her eye on.

When passing the stairway entrance, someone was already clearing the bloodstains on the floor, they greeted Feng Qingxue upon seeing her.

Feng Qingxue nodded to them and directly went upstairs.

The news of the pregnant woman suddenly giving birth on the spot with twins had already spread throughout the entire department store. The saleswoman at the silk counter was a middle-aged woman, who warmly greeted Feng Qingxue. She had heard people say that this young and beautiful lady doctor in front of her went downstairs to save the mother and the mother and children were safe.

Feng Qingxue quickly picked a few pieces of silk, fleeing in the enthusiasm of the saleswoman.

Too enthusiastic, as if wanting to know all about her ancestry.

Back at the hostel, it was already three or four in the afternoon, Feng Qingxue planned to go home the next day, and didn't go out again, deciding to stay in the room to organize her space, separating the resources that she had an excuse to bring home.

Although resources were still scarce in the past two or three years, living conditions were getting better and better, so there was no need to meticulously calculate how to use the resources in her space.

Having traveled here for sixteen years, there are indeed many people who need support, and she often had to visit the black market. The coarse and fine grains in her space were not abundant, over half of the meat and egg supplies were consumed, barely enough for her large family to eat for a few years, while there were still plenty of fruits and vegetables left, especially the unsellable products she had bought cheaply from the place of origin, which normally couldn't be taken out. What was consumed was just a drop in the bucket.

After organizing her space, Feng Qingxue made herself a fruit salad for dinner, cutting melon, banana, apple, and pear into chunks, mixed with a bit of cream in a glass bowl.

Honestly, the taste was quite nice, especially the melon, sweet and crunchy.

It's a pity she couldn't bring it out for her family to taste, Feng Qingxue felt quite regretful. Discovering that her ticket for the next day was for an evening train, she decided to explore various department stores to buy more things for her family.

Shanghai doesn't have only one department store, of course, One Hundred and Ten Hundred are the most famous.

Besides department stores, there were second-hand shops on Sea Road, fully named "National Sea Second-hand Store," with locals knowing its location at the mere mention of Sea State. Feng Qingxue walked there, surprised to discover many good items inside.

The second-hand store sold not only second-hand goods but also consignment goods, factory seconds, clearance items, products confiscated by customs, objects seized during the revolution, and export-to-domestic sale items etc., with a wide variety that dazzled the eyes. Naturally, the crowd was like a tide, almost overwhelming the entire store because items here didn't require tickets and were priced low!

No matter the time, never underestimate a woman's purchasing desire.

Feng Qingxue cheered, rushing first to the wood furniture counter with the fewest customers, caressing the vintage wardrobe she had her eye on.

A deep purple with a hint of black, glossy and sleek, intricately carved, though it bore the marks of age, it exuded an unspoken air of opulence from a noble family. If it wasn't rosewood furniture, then what was it? And it was even small-leaf rosewood.