Chapter 1768: Untitled Untitled 5
The military identity proves quite useful, and with the hint from Feng Qingxue’s earlier words, the young woman doesn’t suspect a thing.
Actually, even if she had suspicions, she wouldn’t say anything; his reasons were perfectly legitimate.
The middle-aged man, carrying an empty burlap sack and holding fabrics and brown sugar, with industrial coupons and money in his pocket, can’t help but smile. This is his first time trading with someone without being accused of speculative profiteering. The feeling is unusually refreshing, and he thinks he can follow suit in the future, claiming to bring gifts to friends and relatives in exchange for a return gift.
The weather is freezing, and the wild game has long been frozen solid, with no blood dripping. Feng Qingxue throws them directly into the bamboo basket, as there’s nothing else in it except for a piece of oilcloth as padding.
After waving farewell to the diligent young woman, Feng Qingxue quickly puts the pheasants and hares into her space once out of her sight.
There’s no other way; having forty-odd pounds pressing on her shoulders is truly exhausting.
Turning onto a residential alley, Feng Qingxue hears a sound of desperate pleading. Looking closely, she sees a young woman, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, disregarding the freezing conditions, kneeling in front of a tightly shut courtyard gate, kowtowing repeatedly. Her forehead is bruised and bleeding, mixing with her streaming tears, "I beg you, sister-in-law, I beg you, save Xiaowo. Xiaowo is your own son, please!"
Her clothing is very sparse, just a cotton jacket and pants, patched upon patched, extremely shabby, yet very clean. Although her face is haggard, skin and bones, with scars on her cheeks, her features are delicate, only now dirtied by blood.
A voice from behind the door, belonging to an impatient middle-aged woman, says, "Begging me is useless. I’m not a doctor to dispense medicine and treat illness. Those spawn of the ’Five Black Categories’ are better off dead; living only wastes food. Deng Hongling, I severed ties with your family long ago. Don’t bother me. Even if you die in front of my door, I won’t take the brat to the hospital."