Chapter 1327 Radish Meatballs 4
Feng Qingxue’s name contains the word “snow” (xue), and she herself likes snow very much.
The white snow is light and beautiful.
But she never showed it after she traveled through time, because snowy days meant that people had a hard time. They didn't have enough bedding and clothes to keep out the cold, and they didn't have enough food and firewood to survive the winter. Although there was a saying that auspicious snow meant a good harvest, most of the poor people didn't like the arrival of snow.
When Lu Jiang accompanied Feng Qingxue for a walk holding an umbrella, the family compound was almost empty.
Of course, it refers to the area of the compound, the space outside the houses, because everyone is keeping warm in the house. Unless there is an emergency, no one would go out in the snow like the couple did.
Feng Qingxue found that there were almost no trees in the family compound and felt it was a pity.
"How nice it would be to plant some trees? In the hot summer, the green trees will be shady and beautiful." When the weather is hot, you can sit under the trees to enjoy the cool, which is the most beautiful scene in summer.
The little girl was about seven or eight years old, wearing ragged clothes and looking pale and thin.
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This is what Wanglou Brigade is like now. Every summer, there are green mountains, clear waters and shady trees.
Feng Qingxue held her hand and said, "You're wasting a lot of fire cooking by yourself. From what I see, the fire in the coal stove is probably out. We have a lot of leftovers from lunch. Come and help us solve it."
Lu Jiang whispered, "Didn't you see the tree stumps in our yard? There were some originally, but they were all cut down in the past two years. Who has the time to plant more trees? The trees we planted are not enough to cover the trees we cut down. Last year, when I went to the capital for a meeting, I followed the seniors to the Xishan compound. It was a pity to see the trees that were cut down there. We planted a lot of walnut trees, but not a single one is left."
It’s all caused by this movement that won’t end until several years later, Feng Qingxue sighed.
"What is that?" Lu Jiang frowned.
"I want to cook, but there is no water at home."
Lu Jiang was about to remind his wife to go home so she wouldn't get cold, when Feng Qingxue suddenly said, "Ah Jiang, look!"
Lu Jiang frowned even more tightly, "So you fetched water by yourself? You came out in the snow to fetch water?"
The wind was getting stronger and the snow was getting heavier.
Zheng Lingling waved her hands hastily, "I can cook for myself, auntie."
"I heard from Sister Xiao Cui that Commander Zheng Nan has only one daughter who lives with him in the army. Her name is Zheng Lingling. She usually washes her own clothes and cooks. I wonder if it's her." Feng Qingxue pulled him and walked quickly towards the little girl and called out Zheng Lingling. The little girl suddenly raised her head and answered. Her dark and thin face was embedded with a pair of almond-shaped eyes with distinct black and white.
Feng Qingxue said to Lu Jiang, "Go fetch a few buckets of water and fill up all the containers in her house that can hold water. Then see if there's anything her family needs and bring it home. I'll take her home for dinner."
Zheng Lingling bit her lower lip and whispered, "Dad is on a mission."
Lu Jiang quickly took the bucket she was carrying, "Where's your dad?"
Lu Jiang looked in the direction of her gesture and saw a little girl carrying a bucket with difficulty walking towards a relatively remote bungalow.
Zheng Lingling was just a child after all, and was quickly taken away by Feng Qingxue with just a few words.
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Feng Qingxue heated up the cabbage soup for her and served her a bowl of meatballs.
Zheng Lingling looked timidly at the group of children surrounding her, clutching her clothes nervously.
"Eat, eat quickly, they are all our children, you can call the younger ones brothers and sisters, and the older ones you can call brothers and sisters." Feng Qingxue wiped her hands with a wet towel and put the chopsticks in her hands, "By the way, Lingling, how old are you this year?"
(End of this chapter)