The old man nodded. "Indeed, exchanging these high-end gifts for cash and tickets, and then using that cash to buy things specifically, would be the greatest help to people!"
"This little girl has thought things through very thoroughly."
As he spoke, he handed over a notebook. "This is the list of people I need to visit. Can you help me think of ways to assist them, at least in a way that can be done in one go?"
After saying that, he went into the shop to discuss things with the other person.
"We still have quite a lot at home, similar to what's on the truck, all good stuff. Do you want it? If so, we can go and get more."
The shopkeeper came out, lifted the sack, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but wipe his hands on his clothes before taking them out one by one to examine them. "Old man, these are indeed good things. We want them all."
“We’ll take as many as you have,” he said, and then called for a helper to bring over an electric tricycle.
The old man chuckled and told the nanny and Ke Meiyu to wait there while he led the way.
Ke Meiyu responded and looked down at the not-so-large but thick booklet. Each page had a person's name, followed by an address, and then details about that person's home.
The old man had his men investigate his comrades who had fought alongside him on the battlefield but were unable to continue fighting due to physical disabilities and had no choice but to return home.
These people received a large sum of professional resettlement funds after Xia Hua was established. However, there were too many people like this at that time, so the amount of money they received was limited, it was a one-time payment, and there was no job arrangement.
There aren't many left alive, but there are still quite a few, after all, it's only 1983.
Some families are doing alright, with their children and grandchildren doing well and having jobs, so their burdens aren't heavy. But others are facing extreme hardship, each with their own needs.
The old man didn't do much; he simply gave away the gifts and took out half of the money he had saved throughout his life. He had absolutely no intention of leaving any inheritance for his descendants, as if he had a grudge against his children and that leaving them even a little bit would be a disservice.
They are exceptionally generous to others.
Ke Meiyu looked on, pursed her lips slightly, and thought that she could help the old man run around and maybe there would be a better solution.
After thinking for a while, the old man had already brought people to bring over a whole carriage full of things.
After settlement, it was naturally a considerable sum of money.
The old man's canvas bag was full of money. He smiled and asked Ke Meiyu, "Girl, how was the trip?"
“Grandpa Zhao, I think what’s in the notebook is too general. We need to visit each household to find out what they really need.”
"I know a little medicine. Although it's not very good, it's enough to help alleviate the discomfort of the elderly comrades."
Grandpa Zhao nodded repeatedly, "Good, good, good indeed, she is a good girl. Sigh, how come I have dedicated my whole life to the country and the people, yet my family ties are so weak?"
"I would be so happy if my granddaughter were even half as good as you!"
Ke Meiyu had long liked the old man's way of speaking.
After sending the nanny back and asking her to pass on a message to the Ke family, the old man and Ke Meiyu bought a map of Kyoto and began to study it with pens, marking everyone's address and classifying them according to their family conditions. Of course, each person was given a number, and finally, they planned in their notebooks which family to visit first.
Since recognizing Ying Yan, Ke Meiyu has felt much more at ease and has a stronger sense of belonging to this world, so her obsession with food has also eased slightly.
She and Ying Yan were not short of money; their household income came from various sources. However, the purchasing power of money was astonishing these days, and they simply couldn't spend it all.
She doesn't need to work diligently like the heroines in period novels, setting up stalls and opening shops to save money to buy shops and courtyard houses, nor does she need to invest in real estate with constant anxiety.
The Qin family left behind countless properties and a great deal of gold and silver jewelry, but these are not important. What is most important is that their family has a constant stream of income, and their assets will only accumulate more and more.
If her trip goes smoothly, Ke Meiyu wants to establish a foundation specifically to serve these veterans who have made significant professional contributions due to their disabilities.
As for the foundation's money, it can seek sponsorships, allocate a portion from its own income, and also conduct fundraising to draw attention to this area from the entire society.
These were just her initial ideas. Right now, she was sitting with the old man in a car that smelled terrible. The weather was starting to get hot, and the car was filled with a mixture of smells.
The old man was rather rough around the edges, but Ke Meiyu couldn't stand the smell the most. She put her nose close to the window and greedily inhaled the fresh air outside.
They arrived in the countryside, and after getting off the car, they still had a long way to go on foot.
However, they were lucky enough to run into a tractor that was selling farm tools. After a bumpy ride, the two of them felt like their bones were about to fall apart.
Looking at the endless golden wheat fields and smelling the fresh scent of wheat in the air, I felt completely revitalized.
They were dressed neatly and cleanly, and carrying things in their hands. As soon as they arrived at the village entrance, people warmly stepped forward to ask them questions.
Ke Meiyu smiled and handed someone a handful of White Rabbit milk candies, then explained the purpose of her visit.
The villagers initially refused, but then took the person and led them directly to their destination, explaining what they knew along the way.
The battlefield is ruthless; surviving is a stroke of luck, and losing limbs is commonplace.
Grandpa Di from this family had both legs amputated. Although when he returned home, county leaders brought him back with great fanfare and a large sum of money. Grandpa Di did enjoy the treatment of a patient for a few days, but once the initial excitement died down, his family acted as if he didn't exist.
"Oh my, it's rare that you guys still remember Uncle Hammer. Tsk tsk, he's having a really tough time. He's clearly a hero, but his son and daughter-in-law are unfilial, and his wife has been sleeping in a separate room from him for a long time."
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