Even with the food that Feng Qingxue secretly got, Feng Shuanzhu did not dare to let the people in the brigade eat their fill. So far, it was because some family really could not make ends meet that he was kind enough to give them some coarse grains to tide them over the difficulties.

Food is not given for free; it must be recorded and then offset by work points.

As the branch secretary, Feng Shuanzhu's family also had a hard time, so Feng Shuanzhu's wife immediately smiled and said, "Xue, your uncle and I will accept it. You can leave Xiaoyun at home without worry. I promise not to let anyone touch her!" There were about ten steamed buns in the bag. How many could little Feng Qingyun eat? After all, the rest would be for their family.

Feng Qingxue returned home and set off early the next day.

It’s too far away. If you want to get back on the same day, you have to be on the road at four or five o’clock.

We walked on the mountain roads, and found that no one was riding bicycles on the flat roads. We had breakfast on the road, taking out the hot porridge and buns directly from the space, and hurriedly arrived at the destination at nine o'clock.

Along the way, she realized that there were quite a lot of orphans.

She didn't dare to look closely, for fear of feeling soft-hearted. They were so pitiful, so skinny.

After asking again and again, we found the dilapidated temple that Chen Ming mentioned, but saw a lot of children of all ages inside and outside, about a dozen of them, the oldest in their teens and the youngest five or six years old, dressed in rags, with unkempt hair and dirty faces, and most of them were girls.

Suddenly, a woman in a plaid coat appeared in front of the temple, and the children looked at her with their watery eyes.

Feng Qingxue was so sad that tears were about to fall. She turned around, took off the backpack, reached inside, and actually took out a dozen grain steamed buns from the space. She didn't dare to take the good ones for fear of attracting attention. Then she waved at them, "Come here, I'll give you food. Can you tell me where the Guancheng and Guanyu are?"

As soon as they saw the food, the children ran to her like crazy, looking up at the steamed buns she had taken out.

"First, tell me where the Guancheng and Guanyu are."

An older girl pointed to a pile of straw in the corner of the dilapidated temple and said, "Guan Cheng is there. He is sick and has a high fever. His brother went out to ask for help, but he hasn't come back yet!"

The other children nodded and said, "Guan Yu went to ask his mother for help. I don't know if it helped."

"It's definitely useless!" said the older girl. "Guan Yu's mother always beats and scolds him and Guan Cheng. She calls them the black sons of the stinky old ninth! They might as well die! His mother has two kids now, she doesn't care about them!"

“Yes, yes, yes!”

After hearing what others said, Feng Qingxue felt very uncomfortable. She quickly distributed the steamed buns to them, then hurried to the straw pile and saw a pitifully thin child with a flushed face. He didn't look much better than Feng Qingyun when she first met him. He didn't look like a child of Tianzhi's age at all.

Feng Qingxue touched his forehead and found it burning hot, so she immediately got busy. She took out the antipyretic medicine for children from the backpack, but actually from the space, and then took out the military water bottle that Lu Jiang had sent her from the backpack. Then she picked up the feverish child and carried him lightly in her hands.

I stuffed the medicine into his mouth and gave him a few sips of water.

Feng Qingxue had experience in taking care of children, so she held his chin and kept him tilted back. Maybe because he was very thirsty, he swallowed both the water and the medicine. After swallowing, he licked the corners of his dry mouth. Feng Qingxue then fed him some water.