Chapter 13 My Own Home 1

"How much are these shoes? And these clothes."

Feng Qingxue didn't dare to buy more, so she picked a pair of cloth shoes and a pair of cotton shoes for Feng Qingyun, and a whole set of clothes, a small cotton jacket with red background and small cotton pants with blue background and white flowers, and a military green jacket and blue pants covered on the cotton jacket.

The clothes were all old, but they were about 60% new, clean and without patches.

Feng Qingxue had never taken care of a child, so she could only visually buy clothes for Feng Qingyun.

The salesperson replied: "Children's single shoes are 30 cents, and cotton shoes are 70 cents. Although these clothes are old, the family who sold them is well-off, and the children have worn them for less than two years. No cloth coupons are needed. Give me 12 yuan."

The quick hand gets the goods, and the slow hand gets the goods.

In the era of material scarcity, many things were in short supply.

Feng Qingxue paid without thinking and took these clothes and shoes.

Afterwards, Feng Qingxue picked a pair of black cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles for herself, and spent two yuan.

After thinking about it, she spent another two yuan to buy Feng Qingyun a patched jacket that was washed white.

No ticket is required, even if it is second-hand, the price is a bit expensive.

The salesperson said when collecting money from her.

Feng Qingxue didn't buy clothes for herself. She wore the tattered clothes on her body for the time being. When she had the conditions, she would make her own clothes, or take out the clothes in the space that conformed to the aesthetics of this era and modify them before wearing them.

Her main purpose of coming to the city was to buy clothes and shoes for Feng Qingyun.

The little kid, wearing an old cotton-padded jacket for adults, was really pitiful.

Even if Feng Qingxue was not the original owner, she felt sad to see Feng Qingyun like this.

Moreover, there is a cause and an effect. She borrowed the original owner's body to be reborn, and she should bear the responsibilities of the original owner when he was alive.

After leaving the department store, Feng Qingxue did not have the leisure to go shopping, and went straight to the way home.

When she was almost at the entrance of the village, Feng Qingxue's heart moved. Three fist-sized steamed breads made of cornmeal and cabbage leaves were added to her backpack, and the clothes and shoes she bought were placed underneath.

Decades later in the 21st century, many people pay attention to health preservation and eat coarse grains, so there are coarse grain steamed breads sold in the streets and alleys.

When stocking up on ready-to-eat food, Feng Qingxue bought a lot and put them in the space.

Feng Qingxue did not go to her second uncle's house to pick up her sister, but turned a corner to the home of the team leader Feng Shuanzhu.

"Second uncle, second aunt, are you home?"

Feng Qingxue called out twice at the door, and a shriveled old man wearing an old military uniform with patches on top of patches came out.

It is not appropriate to call him an old man, because Feng Shuanzhu is only fifty years old at most.

However, Feng Shuanzhu's hair has turned white, and his bronze face is full of wrinkles.

"Qingxue? Where are you from? What's the matter?" According to seniority, Feng Shuanzhu is Feng Qingxue's uncle, the second among his brothers, so Feng Qingxue calls him Second Uncle, and he is quite amiable.

It was already noon, but because every household was short of food, the lunch was moved to around two o'clock.

In this way, they had two meals a day and went to bed directly when it got dark.

So many people were basking in the sun and chatting at the door. When they saw Feng Qingxue looking for Feng Shuanzhu, they all looked over.

"Where can I come from? I went to beg for food, otherwise I would starve with Qingyun." Feng Qingxue explained the reason why she went out, and said directly: "Second Uncle, I'm here to ask you for a favor."