She specially selected the wood from the disassembled bed at the scrap collection station, and after putting it together, only one leg was missing.

Feng Qingxue put together a coffee table and placed it on the corner of the bed where the leg was missing. This corner of the bed was a few centimeters higher, but it was acceptable.

Feng Qingxue had no idea how to make doors and windows.

"Let's do this for now. Anyway, there's nothing in our house that people would covet." Feng Qingxue clapped her hands and looked at the sky. She had been busy for the entire afternoon and it was almost dark.

Qingyun walked around the bed, "Sister, we have a bed now. It would be nice if we had a quilt."

In the past, she and her sister also had a quilt. Although it was old, her sister always washed the quilt cover clean and made the cotton fluffy and soft. However, when they were kicked out of the house, it was taken over by her second sister-in-law.

The second sister-in-law is the worst, both mean and domineering.

The eldest sister-in-law is not a good person either. She took away my sister's clothes and shoes.

Feng Qingxue brought the cooked rice soup and placed it on the coffee table, using only half of the tabletop that supported the bed.

"Sister will find a way to get two new quilts. Come over and have some rice soup."

A thick layer of rice oil formed on the surface of the soup. Feng Qingxue and her sister drank it up together and each ate half a black-flour steamed bun.

After dinner, Feng Qingxue took two pounds of sorghum flour mixed with black flour and took Qingyun to find Feng Erhu, the old carpenter in the production team.

Feng Erhu is Feng's sworn brother. He is honest, loyal and smart. If you ask him, people will think he is here to help Feng's father. But what is the truth? The most important thing is that he is very tight-lipped, so Feng Qingxue asked him to make doors and windows, and promised to give him three pounds of sweet potato flour as wages after the work is done.

Feng Erhu agreed without saying a word.

There are five pounds of noodles in total, enough for my family to make porridge for three or four days.

Feng Erhu did not ask Feng Qingxue where she got the food from. The world was very difficult, and who didn't have some secrets? Besides, Feng Qingxue and her sister didn't have a good life, otherwise they wouldn't go out to beg for food every day.

The next morning, Feng Erhu brought his eldest son Feng Dazhui and took the tools borrowed from the production team.

Seeing a bed with a missing leg in the room and that everything was tidy, Feng Erhu's eyes flashed with surprise, but then he restrained himself and took it for granted. Everyone knew that Feng Qingxue was famous for her love of cleanliness.

Feng Dazhui had already married and had children, but he was as honest as his father. As soon as he came in, he and Feng Erhu buried their heads in work.

Seeing that they came so early, Feng Qingxue guessed that they might not have had breakfast, so she used the remaining sweet potatoes that the original owner and Qingyun had received, mixed with a little brown rice and corn grits, and cooked some thick porridge.

"Uncle, you and Brother Dazhu can continue working after you finish your meal." Feng Qingxue filled two bowls of rice and asked Qingyun to get two steamed buns.

One is made of cornmeal, and the other is made of wheat bran mixed with sweet potato flour.

Of course, these were all brought back by her yesterday.

Because Qingyun believed every word she said, she brought back more food.

The steamed buns and steamed rolls she brought back were of different types to show that they were from different families.

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

Looking up and seeing such thick rice and such a steamed bun as big as half a fist, Feng Erhu waved his hands quickly, "No, no, you have paid us wages, how can we eat your and Qingyun's rations? This is a good thing that we can't even eat during the Chinese New Year."

Continuous natural disasters have led to an extreme shortage of supplies, and the people have not had such good meals for a long time.

Feng Erhu had a skill and worked hard in the production team. He earned more work points throughout the year and had better food than other families. Even so, his family did not have the chance to eat pure flour steamed bread during the New Year.