Feng Qingxue insisted on giving them the rice bowl, "Uncle, you and Brother Dazhu should not be so polite. We need a full stomach for energy, right? Besides, I beg for food often these days. If I visit a few more houses and come across charitable people, I can always secure enough for Qingyun and me."
Hearing the phrase 'begging for food' made Fen Erhu feel very uncomfortable.
But there was no choice. Firstly, they were in no position to help Feng Qingxue and Qingyun. Secondly, they too had gone out begging due to the increase in destitute people.
Having eaten, Fen Erhu and his son worked even harder.
"Qingxue, the wood you bring is excellent. The worst is old elm, and the best turns out to be golden pear-tree. These would previously only have been used by wealthy families," remarked Fen Erhu, who was an experienced woodworker.
Feng Qingxue smiled, "I asked for them all from the waste station, and others who didn't need them."