"Please don't be polite. Who hasn't encountered difficulties in life? I will lend you a hand today. If I encounter difficulties in the future, maybe I will meet kind people who will help me." Feng Qingxue scooped a spoonful of porridge and fed her, "Eat something. When you are full, you will feel better and your illness will be cured. Only when you are better can Tianqi be better."
"Yes, yes, I still have Tianqi, I have to live well."
Aunt Zhao swallowed the porridge with tears mouthful by mouthful, choking countless times in the process.
After she finished the porridge, Feng Qingxue put the salted duck eggs on the old man's bedside table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. After asking Zhao Tianqi, she poured the flour, cornmeal, etc. into the Zhao family's grain jar, took out a piece of white paper from the space, cut it open, poured the powder of cold medicine and antipyretic medicine on the paper, wrapped them separately, and returned to the house to give them to the old man.
"Auntie, three times a day, one packet each time. This is three days' worth of medicine. Just pour it into some water and drink it."
"Thank you...thank you..." Aunt Zhao didn't know what to say except thank you.
Feng Qingxue said, "Auntie, the remaining porridge is in the pot. You and Tianqi can heat it up before eating at noon. I have something to do and I'm leaving first."
"Tianqi, help grandma see my sister off." Aunt Zhao really couldn't get up, so she could only ask her grandson to see the guest off.
"Why!"
Zhao Tianqi agreed straightforwardly and sent Feng Qingxue out, his big round eyes full of gratitude, "Sister, thank you."
"Good boy, you have to take good care of your grandma. I will come to see you and your grandma in a few days." Feng Qingxue touched his head, sighed, and did not stay any longer. She turned and walked towards the scrap collection station where there were already staff at work.
I don’t know how many more such incidents there are.
The only people she can help with are those she has met. She is powerless to help those she has not met.
Feng Qingxue returned the flatbed truck to Uncle Li and found that someone had brought in a lot of waste, including broken copper and iron, waste paper and rotten wood. She went over and picked some out.
What surprised her most was that she found a painting of shrimp by Qi Baishi and a painting of horse by Xu Beihong from the pile of waste paper.
The edges of the mountings of these two paintings are slightly damaged, but the pictures are otherwise in very good condition.
Feng Qingxue took advantage of the situation to store the two scrolls and other paintings, calligraphy and books into the space. He only took the carefully selected books and a bundle of rosewood furniture parts to weigh and pay with the staff, and also picked up a few pottery jars and glass bottles for his own use.
Good wood is heavy. Although the amount of wood this time is small, it still weighs two or three hundred kilograms.
Feng Qingxue was embarrassed to borrow another flatbed truck to pull the wood, so she borrowed a sled from the scrap collection station and dragged the wood back.
When I got home, I gave Qingyun some scallion rolls and two unwrapped fruit candies.
Qingyun smiled and finished eating the steamed bun. She held the candy in her mouth and refused to swallow her saliva for a long time, for fear that her saliva would take away the melted sugar.
"Eat it. When you're done, I'll find a way to make it for you."
"Um!"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Lunch consisted of scallion rolls and rice porridge. After eating, Feng Qingxue started to hammer and play.
She doesn't know how to do carpentry, but a lot of old furniture doesn't use nails or anything like that, the joints are all embedded. She doesn't know how to describe it specifically, but one side of the combination is convex and the other side is concave, and the two sides fit together and fit perfectly. Her family had such old furniture when she was a child, so she understands.