26. Chapter 26 Helping in Times of Need 2



Feng Qingxue wiped the sweat stains from her tiredness and said with a smile, "What's the matter with enough? I'm not just after your things. If I really want money, I'll go to the black market and find that there's no one who is unwilling to buy, and there are many people willing to exchange jewelry for it. But I'm afraid you two can't take so much food, so I'll use this flatbed truck to deliver the food to your house before daybreak."

"Thank you so much, girl."

How could Aunt Xu refuse? If they really had ulterior motives, they wouldn't have found a way to get them so much food. Their background caused many people to stay away from them.

Everyone generally ate two meals a day and got up very late. Feng Qingxue and his friends dodged and evaded everyone along the way and didn't meet anyone.

When they arrived at Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu's house, the three of them exclaimed at their luck.

Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu lived in a small wooden house next to the public toilet behind the department store.

An isolated wooden house with no yard, low and squat, is definitely a portrayal of being cold in winter and hot in summer.

Aunt Xu was quite calm and said, "The country has arranged jobs for Old Xu and me. One sweeps the streets and the other sweeps the toilets. It's really a match made in heaven. It's very convenient to live here." Her tone was full of self-mockery.

Feng Qingxue sighed and held her hand, "Auntie, it will eventually pass."

"Yes, it will pass, but I don't know if we can wait until that day."

While they were talking, Uncle Xu first carried the sack into the house, then moved a bed away, opened the entrance to the cellar under the bed, poured the grain into the wooden barrel inside, and returned the sack to Feng Qingxue, without hiding anything from her.

Feng Qingxue didn't ask any more questions, but took out the things in the backpack, "Uncle, Madam, take these to replenish your bodies."

In addition to a small bag of rice and a bag of millet in the backpack, Feng Qingxue also prepared thirty or forty eggs, two strips of bacon and a dozen sausages for them to eat.

Aunt Xu's appearance and temperament made her unable to help but be nice to them.

Aunt Xu covered her mouth with her hands, her face full of tears.

"Girl, I don't know what to say when you're like this."

Grandpa Xu also felt that the things he had prepared to exchange for food were not worth it. After sealing the cellar and moving the wooden bed back to its original place, he said something to his wife and went out.

"Girl, sit down." Aunt Xu took Feng Qingxue's hand and asked her to sit on the edge of the bed.

There were no tables or chairs in their house. There was only a coal stove and a small bed in the room. There was a small iron pot on the coal stove, and a few pieces of honeycomb coal were piled next to it. There was a wooden box at the head of the bed, and on the lid were two sets of bowls and chopsticks, two enamel pots, and a thermos with a bamboo shell.

Aunt Xu poured a pot of hot water into Feng Qingxue's enamel pot and said, "My dear, please forgive me for not treating you well."

"How could that be, Auntie? Everyone is having a hard time." Feng Qingxue took the enamel pot.

The heat preservation performance of the thermos should not be very good. The water in the enamel tank is warm, not boiling hot, but it is just right for drinking.

Feng Qingxue had been walking fast all the way and was thirsty, so she drank the whole thing in one breath without showing any disgust.

Seeing that their bedding was very thin and the cotton inside had hardened, Feng Qingxue placed the enamel pot in her hand on the lid of the box and whispered, "Auntie, I'll bring you some cotton and fur goods in a few days to use as winter clothes and quilts."

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

Aunt Xu also sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand, "My daughter..."

Feng Xiaolou noticed that her hands were shaking slightly, with excitement and emotion.


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