Fu Zhewei took the medicine bag and money.
"Thanks."
He thanked her in a low voice, without even glancing at the nurse, and turned away.
The howling north wind blew on my face like a knife, and my exposed skin became numb from the cold in an instant.
Fu Zhewei clenched the medicine bag in his hand.
That ten-yuan "Great Unity" note was not his own.
It was sent by Lin Jianxue.
It was the registered letter from Kyoto that he received today, sandwiched together with those coupons that came as a timely help.
There are still nineteen envelopes left for such "great unity"!
Two hundred dollars!
There are also so many national food coupons, cloth coupons, and employment coupons...
This is not just money and tickets, this is their Fu family's life-saving money, it is the life-saving money for him and his sister Fu Qingqing!
Icy snow particles drilled into his eyes, causing a sharp sting. Fu Zhewei blinked hard, but felt something burning deep in his eye sockets, nearly burning him.
Qingqing...
His sister was finally saved.
The fear and anxiety that had been weighing on my heart for days were finally soothed by this packet of medicine.
Silently wiping the warm liquid flowing from the corners of his eyes, Fu Zhewei no longer walked as hurriedly as when he came, his steps were much steadier, but Fang Qi was not the way back to the village.
As he passed the town's supply and marketing department and the grocery store, the familiar scent of kerosene, soap, and various groceries wafted into his nose. Fu Zhewei paused, a flash of emotion flashing across his dark eyes.
He thought about it, turned and walked into the grocery store.
"Comrade, buy some meat."
Behind the counter, the salesperson in blue overalls and sleeves looked up and asked in a routine manner, "How much? Where do you want it from?"
"A pound of pork belly and a pig's trotter." Fu Zhewei's voice was calm.
The pork belly was a nice mix of fat and lean, and even when stewed with oil, it was fragrant. As for the pig's feet... He remembered Qingqing, that girl. When they were in Kyoto, she craved the pig's feet that her cousin Dong Yulan stewed with soybeans until they were soft and boneless. She would always hold them and gnaw on them for a long time.
This girl suffered a lot following them.
After buying the meat, he carefully wrapped it with oil paper and straw rope and carried it in his hand. The heavy weight made Fu Zhewei feel more at ease.
Then he turned and walked into the supply and marketing department next door.
There are more people in the supply and marketing department, and it's also noisier.
"Comrade, buy some eggs." Fu Zhawei walked to the counter selling agricultural and sideline products.
The saleswoman behind the counter was a middle-aged woman with a somewhat impatient attitude. Without even looking up, she said, "We're out of eggs. Today we only have duck and goose eggs. Do you want any?"
In this era, supplies are scarce and nothing is available at all times.
Fu Zhawei had no expression and said lightly: "Then buy a pound of duck eggs." Chicken eggs and duck eggs can both nourish his sister's body.
After paying, he took the duck eggs which were padded with straw to prevent them from breaking. However, his eyes paused for a moment when he accidentally swept across the shelf next to him.
There were several tin cylinders with eye-catching red letters printed on them - "Malted Milk".
That's malted milk!
Malted milk is extremely nutritious.
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