"We can gather quite a lot of various supplies through legitimate means, with no risks. You can rest assured." Feng Qingxue nodded slightly.
Aunt Xu contemplated for a moment, "That's good, girl. Please scramble some fine grain and rare goods for us. Those old folks were used to luxury before, but now living in such turbulent times, they have hoarded a lot of things. Yet, they are at a loss on how to get food and are getting desperate."
"Alright, Auntie. I'll figure out a way."
"You must be very careful in your actions. Do not attract any unnecessary attention."
Aunt Xu watched her leave as she saw her off.
After her departure, the old couple hurried back into the house and closed the door.
"My dear, in a few days when we get our salary, we should send some grain to our children. Let's first send a telegram to ask them to send money back home. Since Qingxue is willing to help us out of pity, we cannot let her suffer any loss."
