Chapter 30 - 30 0030 Offering a Helping Hand 2_1

Chapter 30: Chapter 0030: Offering a Helping Hand 2_1 Chapter 30: Chapter 0030: Offering a Helping Hand 2_1 “Please, don’t hesitate. In life, who hasn’t encountered tough times? I offer you a helping hand today. In the future, when I face difficulties, perhaps I will also encounter a kind person who will help me.” Feng Qingxue scooped a spoonful of porridge to feed her. “Eat something. A good meal will lift your spirits, much like how a cured illness will. You must get well, for Tianqi’s sake.” “Yes, yes, I have Tianqi. I must live well.” Each spoonful of porridge tinged with tears, Mrs. Zhao swallowed down. She choked up numerous times in the process. After she finished the porridge, leaving the salted duck egg untouched, Feng Qingxue placed the egg on the elderly woman’s bedside table. She then moved to the kitchen, washed the bowl, and after asking Zhao Tianqi, she mixed the flour and cornmeal into the Zhao family’s grain jar. She took out a piece of white paper from the space, cutting it open, she poured the powder of cold medicine and fever reducer onto the paper, and carefully wrapped it up. She returned to the room and handed it to the old lady. “Mrs. Zhao, take it three times a day, one packet each time. This is a three-day supply. Mix it in water and drink it.” “Thank you... Thank you...” Apart from expressing her gratitude, Mrs. Zhao didn’t know what else to say. Feng Qingxue said, “Mrs. Zhao, the leftover porridge is in the pot. Heat it up and have it with Tianqi for lunch. I have to leave for now as there’s something I need to attend to.” “Tianqi, help your grandmother see off your sister.” Mrs. Zhao couldn’t manage to get up, so she could only ask her grandson to see the guest out. “Okay!” Zhao Tianqi straightforwardly agreed, seeing Feng Qingxue out the door, his large round eyes filled with gratitude. “Sister, thank you.” “Good boy, you must take good care of your grandmother. I will come to see you and your grandmother in a few days.” Feng Qingxue patted his head, sighed, and without lingering, she turned and walked towards the scrap collection site where workers had already begun their shift. How many more situations like this were there? She could only help those she encountered. If she didn’t encounter them, she was powerless to do anything. Feng Qingxue returned the flatbed cart to Uncle Li, and found that more people had delivered a lot of junk, including scattered and broken copper, waste paper, battered wood, etc. She went over and selected a few items. The biggest surprise for her was finding a painting of shrimp by Qi Baishi and another painting of a horse by Xu Beihong among the waste paper pile. The edges of the two paintings were slightly damaged, but the main images were in very good condition. Carefully rolling up the two paintings together with the other books and scripts, Feng Qingxue quickly stowed them into the space without anyone noticing. She only took out the carefully selected books and a bundle of Rosewood furniture parts to be weighed and paid for. She also picked up some pottery jars and glass bottles for her own use. Good wood is heavy, even though there wasn’t much lumber this time, it might still weigh two to three hundred pounds. Feng Qingxue felt embarrassed about borrowing the flatbed cart again to haul the wood back, so she borrowed a sled from the junk collection station instead, and slowly dragged the timber home. When she got home, she gave Qingyun a few green onion flower rolls and two unwrapped fruit candies. Qingyun’s eyes were squinted in happiness. After finishing the flower rolls, she held a candy in her mouth, reluctant to swallow the saliva, fearing that the saliva would wash away the dissolved sugar. “Eat it. After you finish it, I’ll figure out a way to get you more.” “Mmm!” The lunch was nothing but green onion flower rolls paired with rice porridge. After the meal, Feng Qingxue started working. Although she didn’t know carpentry, much of the furniture from the past didn’t use nails and other things. The joints were all dovetailed, an indescribable design where one was protruding and the other was recessed, precisely fit to each other. She had seen such old furniture in her house when she was young, so she understood.