Beauty is in the bones, not in the skin.

The original owner's bones are excellent, the forehead is full, the nose bridge is pretty, the moth eyebrows are curved, the rhombic lips are small, even if the yellow muscles of the face are thin to the sunken cheeks, the cheekbones are protruding, and the eyes are very large, and it can still be seen that it is a little pleasing to the eye.

Although the skin on his face is dark and rough, the pores are very delicate, and the skin under the clothes on his body is very white.

Although the teeth are covered with tartar, they are neatly arranged.

Feng Qingxue was very satisfied, put away the mirror, drank the remaining half bowl of porridge from last night, and ate a few red dates and a handful of nuts.

Red dates replenish blood, nuts replenish nutrition.

The porridge has been kept in the space, and it is still hot.

After drinking the porridge, the jujube stone husk was put into the space, the crockpot was washed in the wind and snow, and it was propped on the stove of the stone pile.

Firewood is enough, but unfortunately there is no fire.

In my memory, the original owner went to the neighbor's house to borrow a fire, and Feng Qingxue sighed, took out a lighter and lit a fire.

The clay pot is not a pot, it is difficult to burn, and the firewood is not resistant to burning, and it takes a long time to boil a can of water.

While boiling water, Feng Qingxue took out a hot egg from the space.

At that time, raw eggs were put into the space after they were cooked, and they were still warm when they were taken out.

Feng Qingxue searched for a long time before finding a broken wooden basin, woke Feng Qingyun up, and poured some hot water for her to wash her hands and face.

During the time I was looking for a wooden tub, the hot water had already warmed up.

Although it is very poor, the owner of the wind and snow is also very clean.

Under the influence of his sister, Feng Qingyun is also accustomed to washing his hands and face, and he washes them very carefully.

"Okay, let's eat after washing your face." Feng Qingxue handed her the hot eggs, "Eat one egg a day, and then find a way to get it back after eating." ”

"Yes!"

Eating eggs with warm boiled water in a porcelain bowl, Feng Qingyun cherished it very much, smiling happily.

"Sister, the eggs are so delicious." The wind is light and cloudy, and the appetite is also small, and they are full after eating an egg, and they burp contentedly.

Feng Qingxue touched her head, "Sister will boil eggs for you tomorrow." ”

Feng Qingyun nodded, and then asked, "Sister, have you eaten?" ”

"I ate it before you woke up." Feng Qingxue replied without changing his face, and destroyed the eggshell.

Although Feng Qingyun is smart, he is young after all, and he believes in Feng Qingxue's words.

Of course, the wind and snow have indeed eaten.

By this time it was already dawn.

Feng Qingxue looked at the sky, lowered her head and said to Feng Qingyun: "Qingyun, you wait for me at home, I'll go out to beg for food." ”

"Sister, take me with you. Those well-wishers saw that Sister Ah was taking me with her pitiful appearance, maybe they would give me more food. Feng Qingyun tugged at the hem of Feng Qingxue's clothes, and she didn't want to leave her sister, so she cleverly thought of a good way.

"Nope." The wind and snow refused in one bite.

Just kidding, take her there, and how do you get something out of the space?

Seeing Feng Qingyun's disappointed look, Feng Qingxue hurriedly explained: "Silly sister, you have no pants to wear, bare legs, bare feet, how can I be willing to let you follow me through the mountains and rivers?" You wait for me at home, and I will definitely bring back food. ”

Feng Qingyun listened, and his legs and feet shrank into the torn cotton jacket.

This torn cotton jacket was still worn by Feng's father before his death, and he died in the summer, so he did not wear a cotton jacket when he was buried.

Otherwise, Feng Qingyun didn't even have such a piece of clothing.

Of course, even if you die in winter, this padded jacket will not be buried.

The family was too poor, and the clothes of the dead were good.