"You can get a lot of all kinds of supplies, and the way is right, there is no risk, you can rest assured." Feng Qingxue nodded slightly.

Aunt Xu thought for a while, "Okay, girl, you can pour some fine grain and rare materials and send them over." Those old things used to enjoy it before, and they were born in troubled times, and they didn't hide anything in their hands, but they had no way to get food, and they were all anxious. ”

"Okay, auntie, I'll find a way to get it."

"You must be careful when you act, it will not be good to cause coveting."

Aunt Xu sent her out and watched her leave.

After she left, the old couple hurried back to the house and closed the door.

"His father, pay his salary in two days, send some food to the children, and send a telegram to ask them to send money back. People look at us pitifully and are willing to help us, and we can't let her suffer. ”

Jewelry can't be sold is actually not as good as money, at least there is money to go to the black market to buy high-priced grain.

Uncle Xu nodded, "Okay, the child's salary is not low, but the food standard is low, and they will definitely be happy to buy food with money." ”

Aunt Xu sighed, "This day, when is it a head?" ”

Uncle Xu held her hand and didn't speak.

However, when the wind and snow arrived at the door of the scrap collection station, Uncle Li and the others had not yet come to work, and there were no pedestrians on the road at the door, so she took out two or three tofu stuffed xiaolongbao from the back basket and ate them deliciously.

Halfway through eating, there was a sudden sound of swallowing saliva next to him.

As soon as Feng Qingxue looked up, he saw a five or six-year-old skinny little boy standing barefoot, swallowing saliva one by one, and two eyes that looked huge under the skin and bones stared at the bun in Feng Qingxue's hand, full of longing.

Seeing this, Feng Qingxue sighed and beckoned to him.

With a "whoosh", the little boy ran to her and stopped, swallowing desperately, "Sister......"

"Eat." Feng Qingxue took out a big vegetarian bun from the back basket and gave it to him.

The little boy's eyes were shining like light bulbs, and he shot at a speed, like wind and electricity, and only after grabbing the bun in his hand did he feel embarrassed, and said shyly: "Thank you, sister." ”

Feng Qingxue was amused, and touched his head, "Eat, my sister gave it to you, you're welcome." ”

While the little boy was sitting next to him eating steamed buns, Feng Qingxue also figured out his name and current family situation.

His name is Zhao Tianqi, seven years old this year, last year his grandfather was sent to the countryside to accept labor reform, his parents soon divorced, his father disappeared in the vast sea of people, he lived with his mother in his grandfather's house, changed his mother's surname.

Now, in addition to his grandparents and mother, he also has an uncle who is a soldier in the frontier.

As soon as he heard the word decentralization, Feng Qingxue knew that this child's background was not simple.

Those who can afford to be delegated are not high-ranking cadres, or high-level intellectuals and scientists.

After all, it is a matter of twenty years after rehabilitation, so I calmly listened to the child's continuation.

"My uncle's name is Zhao Anbang, Anbang of Anbang and Dingguo, he fights very hard, but I rarely see him." Zhao Tianqi broke off one-third of the buns and ate them by himself, and while eating, he said, "Sister, the buns are so delicious, after my mother was taken away, my grandmother was sick again, I haven't eaten for a long time, and my grandmother doesn't have it, and the rest of the buns are left for grandma." ”

Feng Qingxue was startled, "Your mother was taken away?" ”

Zhao Tianqi hummed softly, tears fell down, and whimpered: "I haven't seen my mother for two days." ”

The wind and snow are light, and the smell is compassionate.

No news is the best news at the moment, and if it does, it will be bad news.