Chapter 147 Poor Brothers 3

Feng Qingxue just knelt and sat on the straw pile, hugging Guan Yu.

Guan Yu's forehead was hot, but he was afraid of the cold. His thin and small body was shivering constantly. The tattered clothes were not enough to resist the spring cold. Feng Qingxue reached into his backpack and took out a cotton jacket placed in the space and wrapped it in it. On him.

In her free time, besides reading and practicing calligraphy, she would make clothes using the fabrics stored in the space.

The fabrics chosen are all those that have appeared so far.

When I was looking for things for Lu Jiang, I sorted out the space and dug out more than a dozen packages of fabrics, clothes, shoes, socks, and labor protection supplies that were cheaply processed by manufacturers. Each large package was as big as a small mountain, and they could basically be used in this era.

With the warmth of Feng Qingxue and the thick cotton-padded jacket, Guanyu gradually stopped shaking so much.

The older girl carefully hid the remaining half of the Wowotou in her pocket and saved it for tomorrow. Then she squatted next to Feng Qingxue, looked at Guan Yu who was wrapped in a cotton jacket with envy, and said: " Sister, who are you from the Guanyu family? You are so kind to him. We have lived here with Guancheng Guanyu for several years, and no one has seen him. "

"How many years have Guancheng and Guanyu lived here?" Feng Qingxue only heard this sentence.

"Yes, not long after Guan Yu was born, Guan Cheng often took him to live here. It was Guan Cheng who gave him the name Guan Yu! There was no place for them to live in his stepfather's house, so he called Guan Cheng to work during the day. , kicked him out at night, and Guancheng never had a sip of water from their house. Many people starved to death in the past two years. My father and mother didn’t want me anymore. They thought I was wasting food, so I came out to beg for a living with them. Cheng has been living here with Guan Yu and has never returned to his stepfather's house. "

Feng Qingxue's face looked very ugly.

It seems that what Chen Ming asked people to find out is not entirely the truth.

Guan Cheng and Guan Yu were not recently kicked out of their homes and became street children. Instead, they had been living outside from beginning to end, with no one to care for them, no one to care about them, and all relying on their own efforts.

"Sister, you haven't answered me yet. Who are you? You are so kind. You give us something to eat when you come. We haven't eaten such delicious food in a long time. Now we go outside to dig wild vegetables to eat. asked the older girl.

Feng Qingxue smiled slightly, "I am a relative of the two brothers. I asked someone to come over after asking about their whereabouts."

"That's so kind of you! Now every household has no enough food to eat, and you are willing to come to them. You are really the best person in the world!"

"What's your name? How old are you this year?" Feng Qingxue looked at the girl in front of her. She was sallow and thin, and her clothes were ragged, but her eyes were as flexible as dot paint.

The girl smiled sheepishly, "I don't have a name. My father and mother call me Erya. My surname is Zhang, Zhang Erya."

After saying his name, Zhang Erya remembered another question asked by Feng Qingxue, and then replied: "I am twelve years old this year, and I came out to beg for food when I was ten."

A ten-year-old girl was kicked out of the house? How cruel are parents?

There are many children, big and small, in the ruined temple. Why did they end up here?

Unconsciously asking the question in his heart, Zhang Erya followed Feng Qingxue's gaze and looked at the group of children who were licking the buns and couldn't bear to eat it in one bite, and whispered: "Actually, we have settled it. , but they were kicked out, not eaten! Some hungry people gave each other’s children to be cooked!”