Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue voiced their agreement, subconsciously reminding themselves to always be careful and maintain a low profile.
The era of famine had passed, and aside from using their comrades’ Grain Tickets to exchange food for them, or sending them some grain after receiving their dry meat, they had their hands off anything else.
Exchanging Grain Tickets and food wouldn’t bring trouble; the family could simply keep it hidden when eating.
Through this matter, Father Lu realized his son’s shortcomings in certain aspects and began to guide him earnestly. Meanwhile, he recalled some items he had stored away and revealed them to Feng Qingxue in the middle of the night.
It wasn’t gold, jewelry, or antiques and calligraphy, but a box full of IOUs.
Upon closer examination, Feng Qingxue noticed that they were all IOUs written by the Liberation Army when gathering military supplies. Some IOUs stated to loan a hundred sacks of grain, some stated to loan hundreds of bolts and thousands of jins of cotton fabric, and some stated to loan a hundred small yellow fish. Without exception, they were all borrowed from Father Lu. Features of high-ranking military officials and leaders’ signatures, with a portion of them stamped, could be seen.
The paper had yellowed, but it was well preserved, complete, and clearly legible at a glance.
"Dad, were these things lent by us? Didn’t we say before that we d these?"
"In reality, we actually did to them. The rise and fall of a country concerns every individual, right? What’s good about the comrades of the Liberation Army? It’s their ability to fight for their country without taking anything from the people. Therefore, I d everything they needed. Whoever was in power would write an IOU. Over the years, I’ve accumulated a whole box of them. Don’t underestimate these. You have to keep them well. Back then, they said that once the whole nation was liberated, I could go to them with these IOUs, and they would repay me according to them."
Father Lu was very proud, "If it wasn’t for the trouble Ajiang caused, I wouldn’t have remembered these items. I have never thought of collecting debts with these IOUs. The supplies I d to support the war were all voluntary. However, keeping these items can solve a lot of trouble."
He, filled with loyalty towards his country, may not have superior credentials, but it doesn’t mean he has lower awareness.
Among these, there were three IOUs handwritten by the leaders, two thank-you letters, let alone other autographs left by generals and high-ranking officials. People who were eligible to sign back then now hold incredibly high positions.
Feng Qingxue flipped through a few, "Dad, why borrow gold? A hundred small yellow fish means a hundred taels of gold."
"I know this one," Lu Jiang quickly interjected, "At that time, foreign firearms and ammunition were relatively advanced and could only be purchased with gold. This also included some important medicines, just like how nowadays gold must be used to import foreign equipment."
Father Lu glared at him, "Why are you butting in? Go feed the livestock. Xibao gets annoyed seeing you around!"
Xibao, lying in the cradle, seemed to understand and giggled happily.
Lu Jiang’s face had healed about seventy to eighty percent and had put on some weight, so he no longer looked as horrifying as before. For some reason, Xibao didn’t find Lu Jiang’s company very pleasant, probably because Lu Jiang, nonchalantly, teased him every day.
Feng Qingxue carefully stored the IOUs in the space that evening, and turned to see Lu Jiang sitting cross-legged on the bed, playing with their son.
The room was still very warm. Lu Xibao, dressed in light cashmere clothes and free from heavy cotton clothes, became much more lively.
Lu Jiang, sitting at the head of the bed, shook a biscuit in the direction of Xibao, who was lying at the other end. After calling out Xibao’s name, Xibao turned his head to see the biscuit, which he got to eat only occasionally, and his eyes instantly lit up. He began crawling towards him, supporting himself up with his arms and belly against the bed. His movements were like a forward-moving small frog – quick and funny – and Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but smile at the sight of this.
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