Chapter 147: The Unsent Letter

Lu Miao is not the type to do farm work or heavy work.

Fu Jingyou always said that he was responsible for supporting the family. Things are different now. How could Lu Miao be willing to just sit and wait for food and drink?

She also wanted to find a place that suited her and where she could make a contribution.

It didn’t matter what happened in the past, even being treated as a vase didn’t matter.

But now it's different, she also wants to prove that she can do it.

Whether it was for herself, Fu Jingyou, or her family, she took practical actions.

The topic returned to the point. Lu Miao put away the cocoon and said, "You didn't have dinner, did you? There's still some food in the kitchen. I'll go heat it up."

Fu Jingyou held her back and said, "Please clean up these things. I'll go heat up some food and boil some hot water."

It was late at night and Lu Miao had already washed herself, but Fu Jingyou didn't want her to get sweaty again.

Lu Miao didn't think much about it, and nodded, thinking that anything was fine.

"OK."

Fu Jingyou went to the kitchen to heat up the food while Lu Miao cleaned up the room.

Put everything in different places, and of course Lu Miao can recognize the good things.

Holding the huge ball of cashmere fabric, Lu Miao thought about the current situation and could roughly guess that most of the money Fu Jingyou earned on the black market would be gone.

Just as Fu Jingyou came into the room with his bowl of rice, Lu Miao muttered:

"Just buy things, why buy so much fabric? And this cashmere, how much did it cost?"

"The black market is so dangerous, so try to go there as little as possible. Just keep enough money to get by..."

Fu Jingyou loves to listen to Lu Miao's nagging.

The sound of nagging makes home feel like home.

As Lu Miao was talking noisily, he was eating his rice on the left side, laughing as he did so.

Lu Miao turned around and saw him smiling, and immediately stamped his feet:

"Laugh, you're still laughing!"

"Didn't you say that? Money should be spent frugally, but not where it should be spent. Look at this fabric, isn't it plenty? Is this fabric good?"

Fu Jingyou raised his chin, smiled teasingly and continued to coax Lu Miao:

"Once the clothes are made, they'll be warm and nice to wear. You can replace them and wear them again next year. It's not a waste of money."

"Don't bother me with my words!"

"How could I block you?"

Fu Jingyou smiled and spread his hands.

"So, you don't have any winter clothes, and winter is coming soon. It's so cold, what are you going to do? You can't stay in bed all the time, right?"

Lu Miao pouted helplessly: "You don't have to buy so much!"

Forget about the cashmere, look at the light green plaid material, only she can wear clothes made from it. Fu Jingyou, a man, can't wear that kind of material at all.

"You may think you have a lot now, but you can only make a few pieces of clothing. And this is just the beginning."

Fu Jingyou laughed dumbly, then sighed helplessly:

"For a proper wedding, the village always sets up two tables for a feast. You don't want a feast, and you said you want to get married in the city when you have better conditions. I'll do whatever you want."

"Besides, I don't have the ability to give you the three turns and one ring for marriage right now. Why are you still arguing with me about these ten or twenty dollars?"

Lu Miao knew that Fu Jingyou was good to her and was afraid of letting her down.

His words sounded convincing, but Lu Miao still found a loophole in them and refuted him:

"I can't even save a dozen or twenty bucks, so how can I spare a hundred or two to buy a three-turn and a ring?"

"Isn't this the early stages? Once I have everything I need, I can start saving money, okay?"

After Fu Jingyou finished his meal, he pushed the bowl and chopsticks aside, stretched out his long arms, pulled Lu Miao into his arms and sat him on his lap.

"Three turns, a big bang, a big TV, slowly, I'll give it all to you."

After all, these things were Fu Jingyou's intentions, and they were indeed necessities that would be used soon.

Lu Miao immediately stopped talking and didn't say anything more to him:

"Hmph... I won't blame you this time. From now on, I'll be in charge of the money, so you need my approval before buying anything!"

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Fu Jingyou rubbed against her in a sticky manner.

Lu Miao struggled and pushed him out.

"It smells like sweat and rice! Go brush your teeth and take a shower! It's disgusting!"

"good."

Fu Jingyou chuckled teasingly, his deep voice sounded like the vibration of metal and stone, very magnetic and pleasant to listen to.

Lu Miao blushed slightly in embarrassment.

Every time his voice fell, she would inexplicably think of the night before.

He bullied her so much...

He usually looks like a very serious and honest person, but I don't know where all his tricks came from at that time.

The front is not enough, the back is also necessary.

Repeatedly tossing...

The more Lu Miao thought about it, the redder his face became, and even his waist felt inexplicably weak.

Shaking his head to get rid of the strange thoughts, Lu Miao continued to work before Fu Jingyou came back and discovered him.

Push open the door of the cabinet at the end of the bed, fold the fabrics, arrange them and place them sideways in the cabinet.

I tried to push it in, but found that it wouldn't go in.

There seems to be something blocking the inside of the cabinet.

Lu Miao put the cloth beside the bed, took off his shoes, got on the bed, lay over the cabinet and felt around inside.

I accidentally touched something that looked like a small wooden box.

She tried to pry at it, and the small wooden box moved a little.

Lu Miao adjusted his posture, put most of his body into the cabinet, and dragged out the small wooden box.

After moving the kerosene lamp to the long cabinet at the end of the bed, Lu Miao took a full look at the "small wooden box".

It is about 30 centimeters long. Although it is called a small wooden box, it actually looks like an ancient retro makeup box.

She was the one who had always cleaned the room. There were very few things in it before, and the big box was placed very far inside, and the cabinet door inside could not be opened, so it had never been discovered.

Now that he had taken it out, Lu Miao couldn't help but feel curious about what was inside.

She guessed with evil humor that maybe Fu Jingyou used it to hide his private money.

But when she opened the top lid, she felt a little disappointed.

Nothing special inside.

There was nothing there except a thimble, some colored thread, and a few trinkets.

Lu Miao closed the lid and opened the small drawer underneath.

There seemed to be a lot of things inside. The small drawer was very tight. I pulled it for a long time and only opened it after a sound of dry teeth.

A thick stack of red cloth came into view. The cloth was very new, and Lu Miao knew what it was without having to shake it open.

It’s her…

It took many attempts to embroider the red flag crookedly.

“…”

Wu Yan pushed the drawer shut, and Lu Miao opened the last drawer at the bottom.

A brand new envelope with a stamp on it came into her sight. She didn't want to pry into Fu Jingyou's privacy, so she subconsciously wanted to close the drawer. However, she noticed with her sharp eyes that the address on the envelope was sent to Beijing.

I took out the envelope with some doubt and saw that the name of the recipient was hers as expected.

During the time she returned to Beijing, Fu Jingyou wrote to her...

Were these letters returned?

Or was it never sent out at all?

Maybe he hesitated and didn't send it out. Although the envelope had a stamp on it, it was not sealed.

This greatly facilitated Lu Miao.

Lu Miao randomly pulled out a piece of letter paper from an envelope, and indigo pen handwriting appeared before his eyes.

Comrade Lu Miao, I am very happy to see you and read your letter...