"Madam Xu." Feng Qingxue called out, then said, "Please call me Qingxue."
"Oh!" Madam Xu responded, her eyes red, "My girl, Qingxue, I don't want anything else, just grains, coarse or fine, you can just bring them here. Even if I can't offer anything valuable in return, my old friends still have quite a stash. We old folks, each one of us just hanging on by a thread, every household needs food to survive."
"I understand, I get it." Madam Xu's identity determines her social circle, her old friends are either capitalists or from the Scholar Gentry, large landlords and such, all of them from unfavorable backgrounds.
"There are still more good people in this world! See, I've met you today." Madam Xu sighed with feeling.
Feng Qingxue gave a slight smile, "Madam Xu, I spend all year dealing with food in the countryside, so I rarely venture into the city. I want to ask where I can find old furniture or windows and doors."
