Once everything was moved, Feng Qingxue took out the rice, clothes and other items that now belonged to her family from the space, and grabbed a few different types of mixed grain cornbread to appease Feng Qingyun.
"Sister, where did all this stuff come from? And the flatbed cart!" Feng Qingyun washed her hands, and as she ate the steamed bun Feng Qingxue had brought her, she asked, her eyes sweeping over the wooden books, bowls, plates, and other items.
Feng Qingxue answered, "The things were collected from trash, and the flatbed cart is borrowed. I need to return it before dawn tomorrow."
"Sister, are you going out again tomorrow? Can't you take me along? I can beg with you. You said last time that I didn't have trousers and shoes so you didn't take me, but now I have clothes and shoes to wear."
"No." Feng Qingxue flatly refused.
"Why?" Feng Qingyun was greatly disappointed.