Feng Qingxue forced the rice bowls on them, "Uncle, you and Dazhu should stop being so polite. Only when you are full can you have the strength to work, right? Besides, I often go out to beg for food now. If I go to a few more houses and meet some kind people, I can always get enough food for Qingyun and me."

Hearing the word "begging", Feng Erhu felt very uncomfortable.

But there was nothing they could do. Firstly, they didn't have the ability to help Feng Qingxue and her sister. Secondly, there were many people begging for food, and they had been there before.

After eating, Feng Erhu and his son worked even harder.

"Qingxue, the wood you got is good. The worst is old elm, and the best is actually huanghuali. Only wealthy families could afford these in the past." Feng Erhu has been a carpenter for many years and has a good eye.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "I got them from the scrap yard and households because they don't need them anymore."

Feng Erhu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

At noon, they still had sweet potato porridge and steamed corn bread, which made both father and son feel warm in their hearts.

According to Feng Qingxue's request, they made the doors and windows and installed them, making them quite sturdy. Then they made a bathtub, and then used the remaining wood to make a wardrobe, a cabinet and four small stools.

Many of them are furniture parts, which makes Feng Erhu's work much easier. At least he doesn't have to cut wood, shavings or grind them.

The only problem is that the parts are not complete, and the furniture pieced together looks a bit funny.

Feng Qingxue didn't mind at all. If it was flawless, it would attract a lot of attention, which was not a good thing.

Feng Erhu and his son Feng Dazhui reorganized the Feng Qingxue combination bed and installed a bed leg made of chicken wing wood.

The remaining material was not wasted. Feng Erhu and his son made a washbasin and a footbath, and fastened them with bamboo strips.

Even though they worked very hard, it took them two full days to finish making all the furniture. They went home at night with three pounds of sweet potato flour given by Feng Qingxue. Except for Feng Erhu's wife, no one else knew that Feng Qingxue gave them food as wages and provided them with meals.

By doing this, Feng Erhu and his wife wanted to avoid causing trouble for Feng Qingxue.

After installing doors and windows, and having tables, chairs, beds and cabinets, this house finally looks like what it is.

Feng Qingxue was very satisfied. The first thing she did was to boil a few pots of water in the large copper kettle that was a little bumpy after being knocked around at the scrap yard. After cleaning the bathtub, she took a good bath.

I run around everywhere every day, and washing myself before going to bed every night is of no use. I am almost smelling bad.

After she washed, she also gave Qingyun a bath and changed her into clean panties.

When she was taking a shower, Qingyun was watching the door outside, otherwise Qingyun would definitely discover the autumn clothes and trousers she was wearing underneath. However, the worn autumn clothes and trousers could not be washed, so they could only be temporarily placed in the dirty clothes basket in the space.

While Qingyun was sleeping soundly, Feng Qingxue sorted out the supplies in the space and found a lot of old-fashioned autumn clothes and autumn trousers from a pile of various fabrics. Some had small floral patterns on a light yellow background, some had small floral patterns on a light pink background, some had small floral patterns on a light blue background, and some had pure blue backgrounds. She sewed two sets of autumn clothes and autumn trousers for herself and Qingyun overnight, one light blue and one light yellow.

When Qingyun woke up and saw her new clothes, she danced with joy on the bed.

"Sister, you are so kind." Qingyun snuggled in her arms, squinting her eyes happily, "After moving out with you, I have lived a good life that I have never had before. I have food to eat, clothes to wear, a house to live in, and a bed to sleep in."

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

Qingyun counted on her fingers, making Feng Qingxue laugh.

Holding this clever little girl in her arms, Feng Qingxue said seriously, "Sister will make your life better."

"Yeah." Qingyun believed that she would do what she said. Now, isn't she living the good life she has always dreamed of?