Chapter 157 Injury and Amnesia 1
This big copper kettle was the one she bought from the scrap yard. It was cylindrical and could be burned directly from the bottom without setting up a stove. Specifically, it should be called a tea stove.
She had an iron pot at home to boil water, so she gave the copper kettle to the children, as well as the clay pot she used before she had a pot.
She also brought a machete and gave it to Jiang He for self-defense.
Even if there were few large wild animals in the mountains, they had to be prepared in advance to avoid being in a hurry when a crisis occurred.
Spring returned to the earth and the weather was getting warmer, but it was still cold in the morning and evening. We couldn't take off our winter clothes in a hurry, otherwise there would be no saying of "covering up in spring and freezing in autumn". So Feng Qingxue brought them some old clothes and shoes, some of which were bought from second-hand counters, and some were exchanged for a little food on the black market. Except for the cotton-padded clothes and shoes, the others were washed, boiled in boiling water, and dried.
The mountain road was rugged and full of thorns. It was easy to get your feet pierced with blood when walking barefoot.
Feng Qingxue noticed this when she was finding her way. She remembered that most of the children in the dilapidated temple were barefoot, and even those who had shoes were wearing rotten straw sandals, so she prepared in advance.
When the children heard that it was a gift for them, they cheered and were indescribably excited.
Seeing the younger children put on clothes and shoes one after another, jumping and jumping on the spot, Jiang He turned sideways and wiped his eyes. When he turned back, his eyes were a little red, but his eyes were more determined than ever before.
Before leaving, Feng Qingxue called Jiang He aside and handed him a patched cloth bag.
"Auntie Xue, what is this?" It was heavy in his hand, and Jiang He suddenly had a guess that he couldn't even believe.
"I brought you some wheat bran mixed with cornmeal from home, not much, just ten pounds. When you cook wild vegetable soup in the future, add some water and wheat bran to the pot, don't just drink the water and vegetable soup." Feng Qingxue couldn't bear it after all.
Jiang He held the cloth bag and bent his waist deeply.
He remembered the gratitude in his heart.
After going down the mountain, before Feng Qingxue and Guan Cheng parted ways, she took the empty backpack handed by Guan Cheng and put it on her back, saying to him: "Go back and tell Uncle Lu that my uncle and aunt are back, and ask someone to send me a message to Caohu."
"Remember, Aunt Xue!"
Feng Qingxue watched him walk towards the Wanglou Brigade, and then turned back to Caohu.
Counting on her fingers, Wang Jiao had been missing for quite a few days, and Wang Zhengguo and Miao Fengqin had been secretly looking for her outside.
On the day she went home to pick up Guan Cheng and Guan Yu, she met her aunt and learned that the three cousins of her uncle's family had also secretly gone out to find Wang Jiao, but they came back empty-handed. They described their brothers as headless flies. They didn't find Wang Jiao at their grandmother's house, nor at their aunt's house. They also went to other relatives' houses, but they didn't find her, and they didn't know where to find Wang Jiao.
Putting aside Wang Jiao's covetousness for Lu Jiang, Feng Qingxue, who was soft-hearted and kind, didn't want her to have any accidents.
If Wang Jiao really had any problems, even if the uncle wouldn't say anything, the aunt would definitely take her anger out on herself, after all, Wang Jiao ran away from home because she wanted to marry Lu Jiang and didn't want to marry Zhang Yuejin.
It's not that she thinks people are bad, but she knows too well how complicated people are.
When it comes to their own children, every parent is reluctant to blame their own children, and will only vent their anger on others, even if the fault lies with their own children instead of others.