Living at Wanglou Brigade, He Qingyin felt much more comfortable than in Shanghai.
Though daily necessities weren't as abundant, He Hongjun would send some every month, and here she didn't have to worry about the endless criticism and self-criticism, nor about He Hongjun getting himself into trouble to protect her.
The ration provided by Wanglou Brigade was ample; the elderly sent down were able to receive a portion of the ration immediately until the end-of-year distribution. Officially it was said to be half the amount of the locals, but in reality, nothing was lacking. With the additional support from Father Lu and Feng Qingxue, He Qingyin hadn't used any of the Grain Tickets sent by He Hongjun.
No need to!
Feng Qingxue didn't stand on ceremony with He Qingyin either, taking them and pocketing them, "Then thank you, senior sister. Tomorrow I'll go visit Doctor Wu in the city and bring back some tasty treats for you."
"Mommy, I want canned fruit!" Xibao raised his hand.