He has a big head and a small body, skinny limbs, skin wrapped around bones, thin yellow hair, and no flesh on his cheeks. He looks like a two or three-year-old child. He is wrapped in a tattered black cotton-padded jacket that was obviously discarded by adults. His bare legs and feet are curled up in the jacket. He is sleeping soundly at his feet, but he is obviously uncomfortable. His eyebrows, which are so light that they are almost invisible, are tightly furrowed.
Feng Qingxue herself was also naked, wearing a torn and hard cotton jacket, and a rag coat over it. Maybe because she was older and had to go out to work every day, she did have a pair of torn cotton trousers on her legs, also covered with a pair of rag trousers.
The clothes were so torn that it was unimaginable, with patches upon patches, and there were even a few holes that had no scraps of cloth to patch them up.
He was wearing a pair of tattered cotton shoes with exposed toes, and he had no socks. His toes were red and cracked from the cold.
An autumn wind blew, and even the tattered cotton-padded clothes could not keep out the cold.
There was nothing in the sisters' straw hut, no bed, no bedding. All their belongings were the tattered clothes on their bodies, three or four sweet potatoes in the haystack that Feng Qingxue was reluctant to eat, a broken backpack next to it, a broken clay pot on the stove on the stone pile, two broken porcelain bowls, and two pairs of broken twig chopsticks.
Feng Qingxue sighed deeply. Before the end of the world came, she traveled to the 1960s.
Feng Qingxue had never experienced what the situation was like in the 1960s and 1970s, so she didn't understand.
However, she often listened to her grandparents' stories when she was a child, so she knew a little bit about it.
Although the times are turbulent and conditions are difficult, people are the most innocent and beautiful generation and the backbone of the next generation.
Most importantly, this era is safer than the end of the world.
Of course, the reason why Feng Qingxue can be so confident is naturally the space filled with supplies.
These supplies are enough for her to eat for several lifetimes.
"Qingyun, wake up."
It must be uncomfortable to sleep on an empty stomach. Feng Qingxue took out water from the space to wash the broken porcelain bowl, scooped a small bowl of brown rice porridge into it, and then woke up Feng Qingyun.
It’s not that she didn’t want to give her sister white porridge, but rice was extremely precious in that era and it would be too conspicuous to take it out.
Feng Qingyun rubbed his eyes, "Sister."
"Be good, get up and eat some porridge before going to bed." Feng Qingxue put the small, broken porcelain bowl close to her mouth.
When Feng Qingyun smelled the fragrant brown rice porridge, his eyes suddenly brightened and he became sober.
"Sister, rice porridge! Where does it come from?" Feng Qingyun, though young, was very smart and spoke in a low voice.
Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "When you were sleeping, I went out to beg for food in the dark. I met a rich and kind family. When they heard that we two sisters depended on each other, they scooped two bowls of porridge for me."
In Feng Qingyun's surprised eyes, Feng Qingxue added, "There are still a few eggs. I'll cook them for you tomorrow morning. Don't tell anyone else. Let's eat them secretly. Otherwise, if others find out, we won't be able to eat them."
In preparation for the food tomorrow morning, Feng Qingxue hurriedly made preparations.
Feng Qingyun nodded vigorously, "Sister, I know, I won't tell you. That's great, I haven't eaten eggs yet. Sister-in-law made egg custard for Dabao and Erbao, it smells delicious."
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Feng Qingxue felt a pang in her heart after hearing this.
Dabao and Erbao are the two sons of the eldest brother, and the second brother has only one daughter named Dani.
Children with both a father and a mother will always live a happier life than those without a father or a mother.