Feng Qingxue cooked some mixed flour porridge, and the two sisters had it with mixed grain steamed bread for dinner.

The two quilts given by Uncle Wang and his sister were like timely help to the two sisters. Although they were not new and the coarse cloth with white background and blue flowers had several patches on it, they were very soft and exuded the scent of the sun.

Qingyun took off her shoes, put on her autumn clothes and long trousers, and rolled around happily on the bed covered with a quilt.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and it is a blessing to have a quilt.

Qingyun rubbed her little face on the quilt, looking very satisfied.

"Sister, when I grow up, I will definitely be filial to my uncle and aunt!" Qingyun jumped up and declared loudly.

"I'll remember that and tell my uncle and aunt next time!"

Feng Qingxue smiled. She had originally planned to find an excuse to bring back two old quilts in a few days, but she didn't expect her uncle and aunt to send them to her. This saved her a lot of trouble.

When the weather gets colder, we will thicken the cotton in these two beds so that they can last through the winter.

The clothes delivered were also very clean, there were three sets of clothes in total, one large and two small. Feng Qingxue finally had some change of clothes for outside.

The underwear she is wearing now is still hers in the space.

The next morning, before daybreak, after eating hot sweet potato rice, she appeared at the doorstep of Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu wearing this dress, carrying a backpack and pushing a bicycle. On the left and right of the back seat were two sacks, each filled with half a bag of grain.

Because they had made an appointment long ago, Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu were waiting at the door. When they saw her, they quickly welcomed her into the house.

The sacks contained coarse grains, half a sack of wheat bran and half a sack of cornmeal.

The backpack contained fine grains, and the small cloth pockets were filled with white flour, dark flour, and brown rice, about five or six pounds of each, as well as a bag of eggs, a dozen sausages, and a small jar of yellow peanut oil.

Since Feng Qingxue had obtained the top-quality jewelry from Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu's friends, she was willing to give them food.

Anyway, the food in her space is enough to feed many people for a long time, and life will be better in the 1980s and 1990s.

After coming to this era, Feng Qingxue was always thankful for her prompt decision after obtaining the space.

After seeing these things, Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu finally saw Feng Qingxue's methods.

Those exquisite and valuable things can never be bought with money.

But they were smart enough not to ask about the origins.

"Qingxue, these grains plus the grain supply from the city will be enough for us old guys to eat for a while. Please don't send any more grain over in the short term, lest we be targeted by someone with ulterior motives." Aunt Xu instructed.

Feng Qingxue responded, "Okay, ma'am, I'll find a way to get you something when you need it. Don't starve yourself."

"Okay, I won't be polite to you." Aunt Xu said.

After hiding the food, she took out a cloth bag from the box and stuffed it into Feng Qingxue's pocket when she sent Feng Qingxue out. "Here."

"What is this?" Feng Qingxue asked.

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"Your uncle and I distributed the food you sent us last time to several old friends. How could they take it for free? So we picked out some things to give to you as a thank you gift. These are all they have, and they can't eat them, and they dare not sell them. It really proves the saying 'there are mountains of gold and silver but no food to eat'."

Feng Qingxue put it in the backpack without even looking at it and rode away on his bike.

Only when they crossed mountains and ridges did Feng Qingxue have time to open the cloth bag sent by Aunt Xu.

There were four small boxes in the cloth bag, the big one was as big as a palm, and the small one was only half the size of a palm. The materials of the wooden boxes were all good, either red sandalwood, huanghuali, or at the worst rosewood.