Chapter 372 A Box of Receipts 2
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue agreed in unison, secretly admonishing themselves to be careful, careful, and low-key.
Now that the famine era has passed, except for exchanging food coupons for comrades to send them food, or sending them some food after receiving dried meat from comrades, all other things are stopped.
Sending food coupons and food to each other will not cause trouble, just hide them when eating at home.
After this incident, Lu's father realized that his son was lacking in some aspects, and began to teach him face to face. At the same time, he also remembered some things he collected, and dug them out and gave them to Feng Qingxue when no one was around in the middle of the night.
It was not gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, but a box full of IOUs.
Feng Qingxue took a closer look and found that they were all IOUs written when the People's Liberation Army raised military food and supplies. Some of the IOUs said borrowing 100 dan of grain, some said borrowing 100 pieces of cotton cloth and 1,000 jin, and some said borrowing 100 small yellow croakers. Without exception, they were all borrowed from Lu's father. There were many signatures of senior military officials and leaders on them, and some were stamped.
The paper has turned yellow, but it is well preserved and very complete. The handwriting is clear and easy to read.
"Dad, these are the materials we lent out? Didn't we say we would donate them before?"
"In fact, we donated them. Every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of a country! What's good about the PLA comrades? The good thing is that they don't take a single needle or thread from the people while fighting for the country. So, I donated the materials they needed, and whoever was in power wrote the IOU. Over the years, I have accumulated a large box. Don't underestimate these things, you have to keep them well. At the beginning, they said that when the whole country was liberated in the future, I could go to them with the IOU, and they would definitely pay me back according to the IOU."
Father Lu was very proud, "If A Jiang hadn't caused this, I wouldn't have remembered these things. I never thought of going to them to ask for money with the IOU. I donated them to support the war of resistance voluntarily. But keeping these things can solve a lot of troubles."
He has a red heart towards the sun. A poor class background does not mean that he has a low ideological awareness.
Among them, there were three IOUs written by the leader himself, and two thank-you letters were written to him, not to mention the handwriting left by other generals and high-ranking officials. Those who were qualified to sign at the time now have incredibly high positions.
Feng Qingxue flipped through a few of them, "Dad, why borrow gold? One hundred small yellow croakers are one hundred taels of gold."
"I know this." Lu Jiang hurriedly interrupted, "At that time, foreign guns and ammunition were more advanced, and could only be purchased with gold, including some important medicines, just like now only gold can be used to import foreign equipment."
Lu's father glared at him, "Why are you talking so much? Go feed the animals. Xi Bao is annoyed when she sees you!"
Xi Bao, lying in the cradle, seemed to understand and giggled.
Lu Jiang's face has recovered 70% to 80%, and he has also grown some flesh. He is not as scary as before. I don't know why, Xi Bao just doesn't get along with him very well, probably because Lu Jiang doesn't believe in evil and teases him every day.
Feng Qingxue carefully put the IOUs in the space at night, and turned around to see Lu Jiang sitting cross-legged on the bed fiddling with his son.
The room was still warm. Lu Xibao was wearing light cashmere clothes and trousers. He immediately became very lively after taking off his cotton clothes and trousers.
Lu Jiang sat at the head of the bed and shook a biscuit towards Xibao who was lying on the other side. He called Xibao. Xibao turned his head and saw the biscuits that he would only eat occasionally. His eyes lit up immediately and he crawled towards him on all fours. He supported the bed with his arms and belly, and he moved up and down like a little frog. His speed was so agile and his movements were so funny that Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and laughed so hard.
. . I'm going to make dumplings. Please give me a ticket!!!