All I saw was stacks of neatly arranged bills exposed from the brown paper package!

He turned around and subconsciously looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, he found a relatively sheltered corner of the earthen wall and took out all the tickets.

National grain coupons, Heilongjiang Province local grain coupons, meat coupons, cloth coupons, sugar coupons, cake coupons, and non-staple food purchase coupons...

There are even a few business coupons that can be considered a luxury in this era!

At the bottom of the thick stack of bills, there was a letter.

The envelope was an ordinary brown envelope, clean and without any writing on it.

Fu Zhewei's heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

He picked up the envelope and could feel with his fingertips that there was only a thin piece of letter paper inside.

He pinched the corner of the letter and slowly pulled it out.

Expand.

The beautiful pen handwriting instantly caught my eye.

There aren't many words, just a few lines——

[Fu's desk, seeing your letter is like meeting you in person.]

Thank you for the bracelet you gave me last time. I really like it. This is a small gift in return. It's not a big deal, but please accept it.

I've been admitted to the literary troupe and have no shortage of money. Please don't send it back, otherwise I will be angry.

Please give my regards to my uncle, aunt, and Qingqing.

Lin Jianxue

The moment he saw the beautiful handwriting of the signature, Fu Zhawei was slightly stunned.

Lin Jianxue...

How could it be her?

Didn’t she marry her nanny’s son?

Why would you think of sending something to yourself?

A bright and pretty face appeared in my mind uncontrollably.

The girl he forced to copy his homework would always pout reluctantly, muttering complaints under her breath, but she would still give him the homework book...

The corners of Fu Zhewei's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

His eyes fell back on the large stack of tickets that he was barely holding in one hand, and his throat tightened.

He made a rough estimate and found that these food coupons alone would be enough for an ordinary rural family of three to get by for a whole year if they lived frugally!

Lin Jianxue...

In her letter, she casually said that she had been admitted to the literary troupe and had no shortage of money.

But how is this possible?

Even if she is in a literary group, how much allowance can she get in a month?

These tickets are of such a wide variety and in such large quantities that they cannot be accumulated overnight.

In the past, with his pride and arrogance, if he had received such a gift, even if he knew that the other party had good intentions, he would have sent the gift back unsealed without hesitation.

But now…

Fu Qingqing was still waiting for him to save her.

I miss my sister who is lying in the broken house, dying from a high fever and may pass away at any time.

The last bit of hesitation and struggle in Fu Zhawei's dark eyes also completely dimmed.

He took a deep breath, folded the letter carefully, and stuffed the thick stack of bills back into the brown paper bag and put it in his arms.

At this moment, a series of "thump thump" roars came from far away.

Two dim beams of car lights shone on the snow-covered muddy ground.

It’s the production team’s tractor!

Fu Zhawei glanced at the tractor, touched the shriveled pocket of his worn cotton-padded jacket, took out a cigarette from it, and quickly walked towards the light source that was getting closer and closer.

Seeing him, the tractor stopped with a grunt, and a burly man in a thick military coat and a dog-skin hat stuck his head out from the driver's seat.

"Captain Liang!" Fu Zhewei handed the cigarette to him and said hello, "Are you going to the town to pick up some fat?"

Liang Bin took the cigarette, put it to his ear, and grinned, revealing two rows of smoke-yellow teeth. "Yes, the team is pressing us hard. We'll need it for spring plowing in a few days. Fu Zhiqing, it's so cold here now. Why don't you stay indoors and come out here to suffer the cold?"

Fu Zhawei rubbed his red, frozen hands and said politely, "Captain Liang, could you give me a ride? I'm in a hurry and want to go to town."

Upon hearing this, Liang Bin's rough gaze fell on Fu Zhawei, and he looked him up and down inconspicuously.

The young man in front of him was no different from the rough men in the village who dug in the soil for food and worked hard in the fields.

He is tall and slender, not as strong as the men in the village, but he does not look thin either. Instead, he has a sense of being as upright and thin as a pine tree.

One of his faces was particularly striking. His skin was the kind of cold, rosy complexion that comes from not seeing the sun for a long time. His eyebrows and eyes were deep and three-dimensional, his nose was high, and his lips were clearly defined. He had a delicate appearance that was rare among country people.

At this moment, he was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket that was washed to a pulp and had several patches of different colors on it. He was wearing equally worn-out trousers with his trouser legs tucked into his Liberation shoes. He was so cold that his lips had turned purple.

But even in such a miserable state, his back was as straight as a javelin in the snow, with an indescribable stubbornness and sense of distance.

In the chilly spring of Tonghua Village, where everything is still reviving, he is like a solitary pine tree that has been forcibly transplanted, incompatible with the surrounding environment, yet stubbornly taking root.

Liang Bin let out a breath of air, and his heart suddenly became lively.

He remembered clearly that the Fu family were not educated youth who went to the countryside voluntarily, but were officially "sent down" from Kyoto. When they first arrived in Tonghua Village, they caused quite a stir.

The reason is very simple, it's just that this family looks too "outstanding".

The old ones are elegant and the young ones are handsome. Walking in the village, compared with the gray people and scenery around them, they are very eye-catching, just like characters drawn out of New Year pictures, with a layer of light.

However, being good-looking doesn't buy you a living, nor does it make you look up to the villagers. On the contrary, being different is more likely to cause trouble.

Liang Bin remembered very clearly that Fu Zhawei had gotten into trouble the night before he arrived in Tonghua Village.