After hearing this, Aunt Wang quickly opened the sack and the small cloth bag.

Most of the sacks were filled with potatoes, most of the sacks were filled with sweet potatoes, and the small cloth bag was filled with sorghum flour and sweet potato flour, weighing about ten pounds.

Aunt Wang turned to face Feng Qingxue, "Xue, our families have gathered some food to send to you. It's cold, so don't go out to beg for food. Raise Qingyun well. Now Qingyun can only rely on you. I'll ask your uncles to dig a cellar for you. Put the sweet potatoes and potatoes in there so that others won't know if they're left outside. We'll think of a way after you finish eating."

Feng Qingxue felt a lump in her throat and tears were about to burst out.

"Auntie..."

As far as she knew, although the living standards of these families were better than the Feng family, they could not withstand the years of famine. The country had very tight control over supplies, and they often helped the Feng family. They also had families to take care of, so their lives were not very affluent. Now that they had sent so much food, their deep friendship was higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea.

Food. On the black market, one pound of food is equivalent to one gram of gold.

According to the records, the current bank's purchase price for gold is five yuan per gram.

How could Feng Qingxue not be moved?

While she was moved, she also felt regretful that she had not visited the relatives and elders who had treated the original owner's sisters well.

Aunt Wang took out a bag of clothes and some dried vegetables, sweet potatoes and other things from several backpacks. "I brought you some clothes. They are all old clothes worn by my family. I washed them and brought them here. My family is healthy and you two sisters can wear them. But I heard that you were kicked out of the house with nothing. Qingyun's clothes are still returned."

When it comes to this, Aunt Wang becomes very angry with her second sister's two sons.

When disaster strikes, the family should be working together to overcome the difficulties, but the two nephews actually drove their own sister out of the house, which shows how cold-hearted they are.

They really look like my elder sister and younger brother.

They don't recognize their brothers and sisters even before they become rich, for fear that they will be a burden to them.

"Aunt, actually..."

Feng Qingxue almost said that she had food, but she swallowed the words back. This was a secret and could not be shown to anyone. "You and uncle don't have to worry about us. I can raise Qingyun."

In order to show that she would do what she said, Feng Qingxue opened the backpack in front of him.

Fortunately, she didn't want Feng Qingyun to become dependent on the food by often giving him too good food, so she prepared coarse grains today.

In the backpack, there was a small cloth bag filled with three or four pounds of flour mixed with sorghum flour, wheat bran, black flour, corn flour, and sweet potato flour. Another small cloth bag contained four or five steamed buns and rolls, some made of corn flour, some of sorghum flour, and some of black flour mixed with vegetable leaves. Some were whole and some were half, and it was obvious that they were collected from different families.

"After all, there are more good people in the world. If I go to a few more families with better living conditions, they will hear that I'm having a hard time and extend a helping hand enthusiastically. If each family gives a little, several families can pool together enough to provide food for Qingyun and me." Feng Qingxue said.

Aunt Wang agreed with her statement very much, "Yes, there are many good people in the world, it just depends on whether you are lucky enough to meet them."

Uncle Wang was the oldest, he must be over fifty years old. He knocked his pipe against the leg of the stool, the ash fell to the ground, then he stood up and said to Feng Qingxue, "Xue, you and your aunt come out with me."

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Although Feng Qingxue didn't understand, she still followed her uncle and aunt out of the house and stood four or five meters away from the door.