This big copper kettle is the one I bought from a scrap yard. It is cylindrical in shape and can be burned directly from the bottom without a stove. Specifically, it should be called a tea stove.

Since she had an iron pot at home to boil water, she gave the copper kettle to the children, as well as the clay pot that she had used before her family had no pots.

She also brought a machete and gave it to Jiang He for self-defense.

Even if there are few large wild animals in the mountains, you still have to take precautions in advance to avoid being caught in a panic when a crisis occurs.

Spring is back and the weather is getting warmer, but it is still cold in the mornings and evenings. We can't take off our winter clothes in a hurry, otherwise there will be no saying of "keeping warm in spring and keeping cold in autumn". So Feng Qingxue brought them some old clothes and shoes, some of which were bought from second-hand counters, and some were exchanged for some food on the black market. Except for the cotton-padded clothes and shoes, all the others were washed, boiled in boiling water, and dried.

The mountain road is rugged and covered with thorns. It is easy to get your feet pierced and covered in blood if you walk barefoot.

Feng Qingxue noticed this when she was finding her way. She remembered that most of the children in the dilapidated temple were barefoot, and even those who had shoes were wearing rotten straw sandals, so she made preparations in advance.

When the children heard that it was a gift for them, they cheered and jumped for joy, feeling indescribable excitement.

Looking at the younger children putting on their clothes and shoes, jumping and dancing on the spot, Jiang He turned sideways, wiped his eyes, and when he turned back, his eyes were a little red, but his gaze was more determined than ever before.

Before leaving, Feng Qingxue called Jiang He aside and handed him a patched cloth bag.

"Aunt Xue, what is this?" Jiang He felt something heavy in his hand, and suddenly a guess that he could hardly believe surged in his heart.

"I brought you some wheat bran mixed with cornmeal from home. It's not much, just about ten pounds. Next time when you cook wild vegetable soup, add some wheat bran to the pot with water. Don't just drink the plain vegetable soup." Feng Qingxue couldn't bear it after all.

Jiang He held the cloth bag and bent his waist deeply.

He kept it all in his heart with gratitude.

After going down the mountain, before Feng Qingxue parted ways with Guan Cheng, she took the empty backpack handed to her by Guan Cheng and put it on her back, saying to him, "Go back and tell Uncle Lu that my uncle and aunt are back, and send someone to send a message to me at Caohu."

"Remember, Aunt Xue!"

Feng Qingxue watched him walk towards the Wanglou Brigade before turning back to Caohu.

Counting on one's fingers, it turned out that Wang Jiao had been missing for quite a few days, and Wang Zhengguo and Miao Fengqin had been secretly looking for her outside.

Before she went home on the day of receiving Guancheng Guanyu, she met her aunt and learned that her three cousins ​​from her eldest uncle's family had also secretly gone out to look for Wang Jiao, but came back empty-handed. They described their brothers as headless flies, as they couldn't find Wang Jiao at their grandmother's house, nor at their aunt's house, and they had also visited all other relatives' homes, but couldn't find her. They didn't know where to look for Wang Jiao either.

Putting aside Wang Jiao's desire for Lu Jiang, the soft-hearted and kind-hearted Feng Qingxue doesn't want anything to happen to her.

If anything happened to Wang Jiao, even if her uncle wouldn't say anything, her aunt would definitely vent her anger on herself. After all, Wang Jiao ran away from home because she wanted to marry Lu Jiang and not Zhang Yuejin.

It’s not that she thinks badly of people’s hearts, but that she understands too well how complex human hearts are.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

When it comes to their own children, every parent is reluctant to blame their own children and will only vent their anger on others, even if the sin lies with their own children and not others.