Lu Guoqing stared at Lu Yuan for a long while before slowly speaking.
"Yeah, it's okay now."
"I'm feeling hungry now, is there anything else to eat?"
Lu Yuan looked at him strangely. Nowadays, people eat at banquets like locusts, so what food can be left?
That means his wife has space and can get something to eat anytime.
"Wait a minute, I'll go ask my wife."
Wen Moxue had just seen Hongxia and Wang Hongmei off when she heard that Lu Guoqing hadn't eaten yet, so she hurriedly called out to Lu Xiaoqin.
"Did you leave some vegetables and steamed buns for Dad?"
Lu Xiaoqin replied, "Sister-in-law, I'll keep it."
As he spoke, he took out a large bowl of vegetables and three large white steamed buns from the cupboard.
Faced with the delicious food, Lu Guoqing ate absentmindedly, glancing at Lu Yuan several times as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Lu Yuan also noticed the problem.
He asked, "Father, is there something you want to say?"
Lu Guoqing immediately denied it.
Whether he said it or not, Lu Yuan was too lazy to pay him any attention.
But not long after, the other person spoke up again.
"How did you get to know the people from the commune who came today?"
Lu Yuan assumed he was just chatting casually and replied casually, "Grandpa Zhong and Uncle Wang met when they went to the brick and tile factory to buy bricks and tiles."
"What about Dr. Gao?"
"He is Grandpa Liu's attending physician."
"His medical skills are quite good."
Lu Yuan gave a lukewarm "hmm".
"Is Dr. Gao from our commune? How come I've never heard of such a skilled doctor in our commune before?"
"I heard they're not from our commune; they came from the provincial capital."
"Why would a doctor from the provincial capital come to our small town?"
Lu Yuan didn't expect his father to be so gossipy, and shrugged.
"I don't know about that."
Even if I knew he was too lazy to talk to him about other people's affairs.
Lu Guoqing breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out he knew nothing.
Since Zhang Yuping was arrested, the father and son seem to have become more loving and filial.
Lu Yuan knew that it wasn't that his father had become nicer to him, but rather that without anyone egging him on or whispering in his ear, there were fewer problems, and the family became much more peaceful.
"Take your time eating, I have something to do."
I made an excuse and went back to my room.
Wen Moxue was inside counting the gifts and keeping accounts in a small notebook.
This girl is so meticulous in her work; she seems like someone who knows how to manage a household.
He leaned closer and glanced at her handwriting casually; the girl's handwriting was delicate and pretty.
The ledger records are clear at a glance.
"The handwriting is beautiful."
He gave a perfunctory compliment.
Wen Moxue smiled modestly, "It's alright."
This is the original owner's handwriting; her handwriting was unconventional and rather messy.
After transmigrating, fearing that he would give himself away, he always wrote in the original owner's handwriting based on his memory whenever he communicated with his family or wrote at other times.
Why did you decide to keep an expense record?
Wen Moxue pointed to a corner of the room piled with things.
"Everyone who came today brought something; these are all favors, and they're easy to forget over time."
After finishing writing, she handed the ledger to him, saying, "Take a look and see if there are any mistakes."
Lu Yuan casually took it and began to read it indifferently.
"Pfft, cough cough—"
I just saw her recording the gifts given by those people from the commune, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Now, when I see the accounts of those people in the village, I almost choked on my own saliva.
Five eggs for Sun Maodou is normal.
Old Zhang has no problem getting a basket of vegetables.
A man with morning glory flowers can eat six potatoes, which is not bad.
What on earth are those names like "black monkey," "big iron lump," "pockmarked face," "talkative," and "silent gourd"?
Wen Moxue was a little embarrassed. "I don't know their names, I can only remember their most prominent features."
Lu Yuan: "You're really smart."
"The key is to never let a third person see this ledger. If word gets out that you're calling them that behind their backs, we'll probably never have a peaceful day again."
Wen Moxue covered her mouth and laughed, "I know, this ledger is just for the two of us to look at. I'll put it into my spatial storage later."
Lu Yuan continued looking, and found that Gao Weishan's gift was the most valuable.
The cigarettes and alcohol were placed in a mesh bag wrapped in newspaper, so it was impossible to tell what the specific brands were before.
When I opened it later, I found out it contained a carton of Zhonghua cigarettes and two bottles of Moutai liquor.
These two items alone are already a very generous gift. Not to mention the other things.
"Dr. Gao is really generous," he remarked.
"That's right, he's a rich guy."
"Later, check if there's anything rare in your space, and give him a gift in return."
Wen Moxue nodded, "Then this Moutai is mine."
Two bottles of Moutai can be worth a lot of money after being stored for decades.
Lu Yuan seemed unaware of her intentions.
"You don't drink alcohol, what would you need Moutai for? Here, take the biscuits, canned goods, and candy."
The little girl shook her head vigorously.
"I don't want any of those, I just want Moutai."
Her bright eyes darted around, and she came up with a good reason.
“My dad likes this, so I’m saving it for him.”
"Okay, then consider it my way of showing respect to my father-in-law."
The young girl laughed and scolded, "Shameless!"
Lu Yuan chuckled without refuting, and continued looking at the ledger.
Wang Fengnian's gift was quite ordinary: two jin of noodles and two bottles of canned goods.
Zhong Quanyong's gift was not light: two pieces of cotton cloth, one floral and one blue, each large enough to make an adult garment.
There was also a can of malted milk powder and a pack of glutinous rice strips.
Lu Guoan's family also sent a lot of things: 20 eggs, a basket of potatoes, and two pounds of dried mushrooms.
The gifts given by He Shenghua and Hong Xia were more artistic.
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