When you go out to sell things, you have to communicate with people, and when you communicate, you have to talk.
As time went by, Yang Fengmei suddenly fell in love with this feeling. Earning a little money and chatting with people outside, with people coming and going, was not so uncomfortable.
Lin Zhisheng went to participate in a research project and would not come back until the project was completed.
"I was bored at home alone, so I made some food and sent it to you. I also brought some vegetables with me. I will cook for you here this afternoon." Yang Fengmei saw that it was snowing and it was not convenient for Liu Qingyue to go buy vegetables, so she went to buy vegetables in the snow.
Looking at the lush green vegetables, Liu Qingyue knew which day she would buy them, and her heart ached.
Yang Fengmei is genuine and sincere.
"Then Xiaohui and Feifei, let's eat here together before leaving. We can have hot pot in the afternoon. It's snowing today. I have never seen snow before." Liu Qingyue said, taking out the meat and food stored at home.
"I'm sorry to trouble you."
Liu Qingyue smiled, Lu Xiaohui and Shen Feifei looked at each other, it seemed that they would have to bring some ingredients next time.
"Then we would be disrespectful to refuse!"
The two of them chuckled, and Yang Fengmei wrapped herself in thick clothes, and she felt warm after a while.
"Aunt, I remember I gave you two pieces of warm clothes and asked you to sew them into your cotton-padded jacket or wear them inside your coat. Where are the clothes?" Liu Qingyue asked this because she was afraid that Yang Fengmei would be reluctant to wear them.
When Yang Fengmei heard this, her expression changed twice and she looked around. Finally, she clutched the corner of her clothes tightly and said with a troubled look on her face, "I saw that mother and son living in the small house next to the vegetable market. They were so pitiful. They didn't even have a cotton-padded jacket, but they gave it away."
Liu Qingyue remembered the mother and son who lived next to the vegetable market.
Their men died while on a mission two years ago, but their bodies were never found. She always thought that her men would come back.
She took the child there to work, selling vegetables while raising the child. The little boy was probably about 18 years old.
Although there was relief from the army, it was impossible to take care of every aspect. Moreover, the woman was frugal and wanted to save money for her children in the future, so she was reluctant to spend it.
I heard that my daughter also died of a serious illness last year.
Women can be crazy and mentally unstable sometimes.
Half of the day is normal, and the other half is abnormal, but she will not hit her children.
"They haven't prepared winter clothes. At least I still have two new cotton-padded jackets with plenty of cotton, so it won't be that cold." Yang Fengmei said this and looked up reluctantly, "I'm so sorry, Xiaoyue, I gave the things you gave me to someone else."
"What's the big deal!"
Liu Qingyue turned around and went back into the room, then took out another one. "I have a larger size here, but I can't wear it, and my family can't wear it either. Auntie, please put it on underneath your clothes, and it will keep you warm."
She wanted to take more, but was afraid of being suspected. After all, she had already given away most of the gifts, and Lu Xiaohui and Shen Feifei also had some.
“No, no!”
Yang Fengmei refused, and Liu Qingyue pretended to be angry, "Auntie, I'm really angry if you do this. If you don't accept my words, then take all your dumplings and buns with you, and don't send me anything in the future."
Seeing Liu Qingyue getting angry, the simple-minded Yang Fengmei thought that she was really angry, so she quickly took the thing and put it on herself.
Seeing Yang Fengmei put on her clothes inside and then put on her own coat again, and feeling warm after a while, Liu Qingyue didn't say anything more.
Everyone picked vegetables together while Yang Fengmei prepared the hot pot seasoning.