Chapter 6 The Sixties 2

He had a big head and a small body, skinny limbs, skin covering bones, thin yellow hair, and no flesh on his cheeks. He looked like a two or three-year-old child. He was wrapped in a tattered black cotton jacket that was obviously discarded by adults. His bare legs and feet were curled up in the cotton jacket. He slept soundly at his feet, but he was obviously uncomfortable. His eyebrows, which were so light that they were almost invisible, were wrinkled tightly.

Feng Qingxue was also naked, wearing a tattered and hard cotton jacket, and a rag jacket. Maybe because she was older and had to go to work every day, she had a pair of tattered cotton pants on her legs, and also covered with a pair of rags.

The clothes were so tattered that it was hard to imagine. Patches were piled on patches, and there were even a few holes that had no rags to patch.

He wore a pair of tattered five-eye cotton shoes with exposed toes on his feet. He had no socks to wear, and his toes were frozen red and cracked.

An autumn wind blew, and the tattered cotton coat could not keep out the cold.

There was nothing in the straw hut of the two sisters, no bed, no bedding, all their belongings were the tattered clothes on their bodies, and three or four sweet potatoes in the straw pile 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 branch chopsticks.

Feng Qingxue sighed deeply. Before the end of the world came, people traveled to the 1960s.

Feng Qingxue had not experienced what the 1960s and 1970s were like, so she didn't understand.

However, when she was a child, she often listened to her grandparents telling stories, so she knew a little bit.

The times were turbulent and the conditions were difficult, but people were the most innocent and beautiful generation, and the backbone of the next generation.

The most important thing is that this era is safer than the end of the world.

Of course, the confidence that allows Feng Qingxue to make peace with what she has 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 with 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 Feng Qingyun.

It's not that she doesn't want to give her sister white porridge, but rice in this era is precious and it's too eye-catching to take it out.

Feng Qingyun rubbed her eyes, "Sister."

"Be good, get up and eat some porridge before going to bed." Feng Qingxue put the small broken porcelain bowl to her mouth.

Smelling the fragrant brown rice porridge, Feng Qingyun's eyes suddenly brightened and she woke up.

"Sister, rice porridge! Where did it come from?" Feng Qingyun, who was young, was very smart and kept her voice low.

Feng Qingxue smiled, "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 a few eggs. I will cook them for you tomorrow morning. Don't tell anyone. Let's eat them secretly, otherwise we won't be able to eat them if others know."

In order to prepare for the food that will appear tomorrow morning, Feng Qingxue hurriedly made preparations.

Feng Qingyun nodded fiercely, "Sister, I know, I won't tell you. It's great, I haven't eaten eggs yet. The eldest sister-in-law stewed egg custard for Dabao and Erbao, and it smelled so good."

Feng Qingxue felt sour when she heard it.

Dabao and Erbao are the two sons of the eldest brother's family, and the second brother's family has only one daughter, named Dani.

Children with a father and a mother will always live happier than those without a father or a mother.