Feng Qingxue’s grandparents should be in this world in her current life, since the grains she anonymously sent them had not been returned.
It was not known whether they received them or if the grains were confiscated by someone else.
Regrettably, since she joined the army, she no longer had such freedom and didn’t dare send them grains anymore, fearing that it would give her away. However, while she was sending letters to friends and relatives a while ago, she took the opportunity to send one to them as well, subtly warning them to take precautions.
The language used was so cryptic, entirely written in Classical Chinese, which could not be understood without certain knowledge.
In this era, after all, the majority were illiterate, and even among the literate, a sizable portion could only understand vernacular Chinese and were no longer as familiar with Classical Chinese as before.
As for her maternal grandparents, they were not yet married.
Even so, Feng Qingxue had sent a letter to her grandfather based on their post-marriage address, as it was better than nothing.
Seeing Lou Shaonong and Lin Yufen remind her in the letter to burn the books and correspondence they sent her as soon as possible, Feng Qingxue shook her head, and, making sure there was no one else at home, she promptly placed the letter into her spatial artifact.
Under the heavens, there was no hiding place more secret than a personal spatial artifact.
Feng Qingxue was extremely grateful to the heavens for favoring her with such a precious spatial artifact.
Of course, she was also fortunate that she had decisively stocked up on supplies when she acquired the space, otherwise, she would have found it difficult to ensure abundance for herself and her family, nor would she have been able to provide timely help to pitiable people on the black market.
While she was reflecting on many things in the room, she heard her daughter’s tender cries.
Before she could get up, Lu Jiang lifted the curtain with one hand and entered holding their daughter, who was crying so hard she could hardly catch her breath.
"What’s wrong, Fubao?" Her tears had turned into a Yellow River, and Feng Qingxue felt heartbroken. While wiping her tears, she comforted her, "Fubao, don’t cry anymore. If you keep crying, your eyes will be red and that won’t look pretty."
Fubao stopped crying at once, her sobs merely continuing in Lu Jiang’s arms.
Lu Jiang sighed in relief, "She’s upset because someone called her a little clown; she’s been crying all the way back home."
"I’m not ugly!" Fubao declared loudly, "BaoBao is pretty!"
"Yes, yes, yes, our Fubao is the most beautiful little girl." Lu Jiang quickly agreed, "Fubao the little beauty, in a couple of days, how would you like it if Daddy takes you, Mommy, and brother to soak in the hot springs?"
"What are hot springs?" Fubao indicated she had never seen them.
Xibao, who had followed closely behind Lu Jiang into the room, also exclaimed loudly, "I want to go too! But what are hot springs?"
He didn’t know either but made his intentions clear.
Feng Qingxue’s gaze burned brightly as she looked towards Lu Jiang, "Where are there hot springs? Oh, of course, there are hot springs in Tibet. Can we go bathe in this weather? Don’t we have to work in a couple of days? If we go, I’ll need to prepare swimsuits."
Because the old leader liked swimming, this era did not prohibit the appearance of swimsuits.
Some photos of past leaders that have been passed down to future generations also include swimsuit photos, though their styles were more conservative.
Lu Jiang laughed, "Ever since Xibao was seven or eight months old and I took a leave of absence for family visitation, which was given to me by someone else, it’s been over three years since I’ve had a break. You’ve only taken maternity leave since joining the army, which Sister Sanbao arranged for you. Recently, there’s nothing important going on in the army, so we can take a few days off without breaking any rules."
With things having been said to this point, it was a must to go!