Feng Qingxue stretched out her hand, asking the old lady to speak first. The old lady did not refuse and said directly: "My daughter, you are a good daughter, I will not hide it from you. My family is not doing well. This time I came here with 40 or 50 yuan scraped together. See how much food I can buy. I want some fine grains and some coarse grains. My whole family depends on the high price of grain to save our lives."
Feng Qingxue listened and felt sad.
She respects and feels sorry for the people of this era because her grandparents lived in this era.
"Auntie, let me be frank. We don't care what the price of grain is on the black market. Besides, I don't have a scale to weigh the grain, so I'll give you all the grain I brought today, and you should give me all your money."
Feng Qingxue opened the backpack, revealing two bags of food inside.
Although such a cloth bag can hold a small amount of food, it still contains about ten pounds, which adds up to more than twenty pounds.
Considering the current food prices, it is very expensive.
The old lady burst into tears.
Of course she could see that it would be impossible to buy so much food in the basket without a hundred yuan.
"Thank you, my girl, thank you..."
The old lady was so grateful that she quickly took out a handkerchief from her bosom and opened it to reveal a stack of money. There were ten-yuan notes, as well as one-yuan, two-yuan, ten-cent, and one-cent notes. "This is forty-eight yuan and fifty-seven cents."
Feng Qingxue took the money and poured the food in his pocket into the container the old lady brought.
The old lady also noticed the eggs and soybean oil in the basket.
Her lips moved slightly, but in the end she said nothing, bowed towards Feng Qingxue, and hurried away carrying the bamboo basket on her back.
Feng Qingxue was worried about the old woman waiting at the Red Army Bridge. She always felt that she had a temperament very similar to her grandmother, so she packed two or three bags of coarse and fine grains and returned to the Red Army Bridge.
The old woman hadn't bought any food yet. When she saw her, she quickly came up to her and said, "My girl..."
"Let's go."
Feng Qingxue didn't ask her what price she could offer for the food. After the meeting, she just said this and turned away.
A moment later, the old woman followed with surprise.
The two met in a place where no one was paying attention, and the old woman said happily: "My daughter, are you willing to exchange the food for me?"
"What do you want to exchange for it?" Feng Qingxue asked with a smile.
At this time, she was thinking, if she could save herself, she should help as many people as she could. Money and things were of the lowest importance. Who could blame the old woman in front of her for looking so much like her grandmother? Seeing her was like seeing her grandmother.
The old woman reached into her sleeve and pulled out a small black cloth bag the size of a palm and handed it to Feng Qingxue.
Feng Qingxue took it in her hand and untied the pocket. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in front of her eyes. She found that there were two gold bracelets inside. They were one finger wide, made with filigree craftsmanship, and inlaid with rubies. They shone with precious light and were almost identical.
"Auntie..." Feng Qingxue exclaimed in surprise.
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"Take it, my girl. I am already very grateful that you are willing to let me exchange things for food." said the old woman.
Feng Qingxue hurriedly tightened the belt, "Auntie, this is too expensive."
"No matter how valuable it was, that was in the past. Now you can't eat or drink it." The old woman smiled bitterly, her words matched her expression, and she was very sad. "My daughter, I won't hide it from you. Although the bank buys gold to support national construction, it only buys gold. It would be a pity to take away the gems. This is the craftsmanship of the old master craftsmen. The most important thing is that I dare not go to the bank."