"Xiao Ze, you've grown up." Lu Jiamu sighed slightly as he looked at the young boy standing upright and speaking in a calm tone. "But you're still too young."

This statement was contradictory. But Fang Ze felt as if he understood. "Uncle Lu, I'm 12 years old this year. When I grow up a little bit, I can support my sister. When I grow up a little bit more, I can also take care of my brother..."

"Uncle Lu believes in you." Lu Jiamu patted Fang Ze's thin shoulders.

"Xiao Ze, Xiao Ting, Uncle Lu has something to give you."

Lu Jiamu took out some money, a few bills, and a bag of old clothes.

Xiaoze is a responsible brother. They are about to leave, and it is time to hand these things over to the brother and sister...

When Fang Ze saw the money, he immediately refused. "Uncle Lu, we don't need the money you give us. We use Dad's money."

"This is your father's money. It's his salary. He would send money back every month and save some. He hasn't had time to send the last month's pay and bills yet. The total amount is about two hundred yuan. Originally, he wanted to give it to your mother..."

Xiaoze was clever, and Lu Jiamu didn't say much, fearing he'd get suspicious. They'd sorted out Fang Guanjun's belongings and scraped together a few dozen yuan, the rest coming from their combined collection.

"Uncle Lu will give you some banknotes first, keep them safe. Your Uncle Dawei will give you the rest in due time. As for your brother..." Lu Jiamu wrote a note and handed it to the child who was already as tall as his waist.

"Xiao Ze, Xiao An's mother is a very good person. She said that she will tell Xiao An about these things when he grows up. So uncle can't take you there now. Wait until you grow up a little bit, and Xiao An grows up a little bit too, then you can go see him, okay?"

"Okay." Fang Ze nodded gently, then thanked him solemnly and saluted with a standard gesture, "Uncle Lu, thank you so much for always helping us."

Fang Ting followed her brother's lead and saluted. Her father said this was the military's way of showing respect.

Lu Jiamu returned the salute...

Chen Zhaodi was delighted to see the two little kids coming out with a bunch of stuff in their arms. Could it be that they had brought some goodies for the kids?

Fang Ze watched as his aunt reached out to look through the things in his hand and said in a deep voice, "This is Dad's clothes. Do you want to wear them?"

Chen Zhaodi's hand immediately flinched away. What was Lu Jiamu up to? Why was he bringing so many unlucky things?