Aside from nodding, Feng Qingxue made no other movement.
Because she understood Lu Jiang's concern, she obediently followed his lead.
Although the two of them had blackened their faces and their clothes were quite ordinary, patched all over, they looked robust and clearly did not lack food, especially with Lu Jiang carrying a basket on his back.
Thus, as soon as they appeared on the edge of the black market, they were targeted.
A teenager, about ten years old, darted faster than a rabbit and was instantly in front of them. Though he was pleading, there was not a hint of humility in his entire being, "Could you sell me some food? Coarse grain is fine, coarse grain is fine."
He was very tactful, keeping his voice very low.
