In the era of a planned economy, anyone who brings out large quantities of supplies will be questioned.
Most of the clothes in the space don't match the styles of this era. The food is packed in nylon bags, and the cotton that Feng Qingxue acquired in the Northwest region mostly comes in compressed bales, weighing a ton each, which need to be fluffed up with machines when needed.
Previously, she had acquired quite a few fluffed-up cotton wads and raw cotton, but they were only enough for family and friends over the coming years.
Feng Qingxue felt troubled, unable to find a way to do good deeds given the current situation.
Her expression of concern and empathy caught the eye of Director Lin. Smiling, she looked at the distinguished couple before her, "Leaders, things are already much better here than in other orphanages. We have something to eat, something to wear, and a place to stay. What more can we ask for?"
