In the room sat four middle-aged men and women, clothed in patchwork attire, their faces weathered with time. Three men and one woman, each with a carry basket by their feet. On the floor lay two hemp sacks and two small cloth bags, each equally patched up. These bags were filled with items, not full to the brim, but plump nonetheless.
Additionally, there were two old quilts on the bed.
Qingyun sat on the lap of the middle-aged woman, munching on a piece of corn cake with a smile on her face.
They were facing the door and saw Feng Qingxue the moment she walked in. Qingyun immediately jumped down, shouting, "Sister!"
As Feng Qingyun called out, the gaze of several people in the room immediately turned to Feng Qingxue.
