The inner voice cannot be exposed.

Otherwise, what will I do if my daughter doesn’t speak out in the future?

With such a huge sum of money in her pocket, Mrs. Xu didn't dare to go out and about: "Jia Jia, is it safe to deposit money in a credit union?"

Xu Jiajia had never seen a passbook from this era before, so she was quite interested. "It's safe, grandma. Isn't there a credit union upstairs? Let's deposit money there."

The current account passbook is a small red notebook with quotations from the Chairman on it.

Open the notebook.

There are small grids all over it.

Old Mrs. Xu asked Xu Jiajia to write down the household name.

Xu Jiajia was stunned: "Grandma, why did you write my name?"

Old Mrs. Xu glared at her angrily: "This is your money. If I don't write yours, whose should I write?"

Xu Jianguo also came over: "Girl, hurry up."

At the urging of the two, Xu Jiajia took a pen and wrote her name.

Write your name.

Old Mrs. Xu handed six hundred yuan and the passbook to the staff.

The staff saw that Mrs. Xu was wearing shabby clothes and had dry and withered skin. She didn't look like someone who could afford 600 yuan.

Her eyes were deep: "Is this money yours?"

Old Lady Xu retorted coldly, "If it's not ours, could it be yours? How can you talk like that, lesbian?"

The staff member was shocked by Mrs. Xu's look and quickly looked away, apologizing: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Seeing that her apology was quite sincere, Old Lady Xu didn't make things difficult for her: "Hurry up."

In this day and age, savings are all in handwritten form.

The staff filled in six hundred yuan and stamped the back of the passbook before handing it to Mrs. Xu.

Old Mrs. Xu was old, and this was her first time making this thing. She touched it again and again before handing it to Xu Jiajia: "Jiajia, hide it well, don't lose it."

Xu Jiajia was afraid that she would use it carelessly, so she didn't dare to keep it: "Grandma, take it first, and I'll ask you for more when I need it."

Mrs. Xu thought about it for a moment, nodded and said, "That's fine."

There is a big pocket sewn inside Old Mrs. Xu’s pants.

She put the passbook in and buttoned it up, making it safe and secure.

"Let's go for a walk together."

…

The town is not big.

The road was not an asphalt road like the one in later generations, but a sandy road. When the wind blew, dust flew everywhere, and it was gray.

There are low buildings on both sides of the road, and inspiring quotations are written on the walls.

When passing by the state-owned hotel, a familiar voice caught Xu Jiajia's attention.