Chapter 372 A box of notes 2

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue agreed in unison, secretly warning themselves to be careful and careful, and to be low-key and low-key.

Now that the famine era has passed, there is nothing else to do except exchanging food stamps from comrades in arms to send them food, or sending them some food after receiving dried meat from comrades in arms.

Sending food stamps and grains to each other won't cause any trouble. You can just hide them when your family eats.

After this incident, Father Lu realized that his son was lacking in certain areas and began to teach him. At the same time, he also remembered some of the things he had collected. Later in the night, when no one was around, he dug them out and gave them to Feng Qingxue.

Not gold, silver, jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings, but a box full of IOUs.

Feng Qingxue took a closer look and saw that they were all IOUs written by the People's Liberation Army when they were raising military supplies. Some of the IOUs said to borrow a hundred stones of grain, some said to borrow a hundred pieces of cotton, and some said to borrow a hundred small yellow croakers. , without exception, were all borrowed from Father Lu. They were signed by many senior military officials and leaders, and some were stamped.

The paper is yellowed, but it is well preserved, very complete, and the handwriting is clear and legible.

"Dad, these are the materials we lent? Didn't we say they were donated before?"

"In fact, it is donated to them. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country! What is the good thing about the comrades of the People's Liberation Army? The good thing is that they do not take a stitch from the people while fighting bloody battles for the country. Therefore, I donate what they need. For materials, whoever is in power will write the IOU. Over the years, I have accumulated a big box. Don’t underestimate these things, but you must keep them. At first, they said that when the whole country was liberated, I could come to them with the IOU. You must pay me back according to the IOU."

Father Lu was very proud, "If Ajiang hadn't caused this incident, I wouldn't have remembered these things. I never thought about going to them to ask for a debt with a note. My donation to support the Anti-Japanese War was all voluntary. However, leaving These things can solve a lot of troubles.”

He has a red heart and faces the sun. The difference in composition does not mean that he has low ideological consciousness.

Among them, there were three IOUs written by the leader alone, and two letters of thanks were written to him, not to mention the handwriting left by other generals and senior officials. Those who were qualified to sign at the time now have incredibly high positions.

Feng Qingxue flipped through a few pictures and said, "Dad, why are you borrowing gold? A hundred small yellow croakers are equivalent to a hundred taels of gold."

"I know this." Lu Jiang interrupted hurriedly, "At that time, foreign guns and ammunition were more advanced and could only be purchased with gold, including some important medicines, just like now foreign equipment can only be imported with gold."

Father Lu glared at him, "Why are you talking so much? Go and feed the animals. Xibao will be annoyed when he sees you!"

Xibao, who was lying in the cradle, seemed to understand and giggled.

Lu Jiang's face has recovered to 70% to 80%, and he has gained some flesh. He is not as scary as before. For some reason, Xibao just doesn't get along well with him, probably because Lu Jiang doesn't believe in evil and teases him every day.

Feng Qingxue put the IOUs away in the space at night. When she turned around, she saw Lu Jiang sitting cross-legged on the bed playing with his son.

The room was still very warm. Lu Xibao was wearing light cashmere clothes. After taking off his cotton clothes and trousers, he immediately became very lively.

Lu Jiang was sitting on the bedside, holding a biscuit and shaking it towards Xibao lying on the other end. He called Xibao. Xibao turned around and saw the biscuit that he only occasionally ate. His eyes suddenly lit up and he crawled towards him. His two arms and belly supported the bed, and they fell together, like a little frog moving forward. His speed was so agile and his movements so funny that Feng Qingxue pursed her lips in joy.

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