Feng Qingxue wiped the sweat off her brow, laughing, "It's not about what's enough or not, I'm not only after your belongings. If I was after money, all I'd have to do is go to the black market. There's no shortage of people willing to buy or exchange with jewelry. Instead, I worry that you won't be able to manage this much grain. We'd better take this flatbed cart and send the grain to your house before daylight."
"We are truly grateful, my girl."
How could Mrs. Xu possibly refuse? If there were ill intentions involved, they wouldn't have arranged so much grain for them. Their social status led many people to shun them.
Everyone usually had two meals a day and got up rather late, so Feng Qingxue and Gangzi encountered very few people while making their furtive journey.
Upon reaching Mr. and Mrs. Xu's home, all three of them exhaled with relief.
Mr. and Mrs. Xu lived in a small wooden hut located beside the public toilet behind the department store building.