Reborn as a Tough Army Wife-Chapter 115 - 110 Liu Family Father and Daughter

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But if the money were given directly to Luo Honglan, I’m afraid in a few days, it would all be borrowed away by Luo Cuilan and the others, with a little bit borrowed here and there.

After thinking it over, Fang Pingying finally decided to take Luo Honglan to the town tomorrow to open a bank book. Once it was done, she’d let Luo Honglan have a look at it, to let her remember how much money there was. Afterwards, the bank book would still be kept by Fang Pingying, and it would be entrusted to her elder brother once they got to the army.

This way, even if other members of the Luo Family inquired about it, there would be absolutely nothing for them to say.

Fang Pingying herself had about 200 yuan left. She put the money in the luggage bag with her clothes, planning to take it out and put it in a pocket close to her body when she went to take the train the day after tomorrow.

After everything was ready, Fang Pingying picked up the woolen shoes she had planned yesterday to knit for Luo Dashan and Zhou Yunmei and continued knitting.

But after thinking about it, she angrily unraveled what she had started for Zhou Yunmei, deciding not to knit for them anymore. Instead, she would knit two pairs for herself and Luo Zhiyong. After arriving at the army unit, they could serve as excellent house shoes.

However, she turned her head and thought that her father-in-law Luo Dashan was still quite good, except for being somewhat weak. He could still distinguish right from wrong in the family.

Moreover, having lived here for so long, although he hadn’t been particularly good to her, at least he had never mistreated her. Sometimes during her quarrels with Zhou Yunmei, he would mostly take her side when speaking up.

It’s just that he was too weak, which is why Zhou Yunmei became so arrogant.

But this was a situation of his own making, and he would have to live with it for the rest of his life.

She threaded the wool for Luo Dashan’s pair of shoes back onto the needles, planning to finish them tonight, so he’d have a pair of warm shoes for when the weather was cold.

As for Zhou Yunmei, she didn’t care to bother with her anymore.

Wasn’t Xu He good at everything? Let her knit for Zhou Yunmei then.

The next day, Fang Pingying got up bright and early.

She went to the courtyard and happened to meet Luo Honglan, who had just gotten up.

Fang Pingying said to her, "Honglan, perfect timing, let’s go to the town now. Take your ID card with you, let’s head out."

"Go to town now?" Luo Honglan looked puzzled, "And take my ID card?"

Fang Pingying, mindful of the many people at home, didn’t elaborate, simply saying, "Yeah, let’s head out early, sell all these things, then I’ll take you to handle some business."

Seeing that Fang Pingying seemed quite serious, Luo Honglan didn’t ask any further and turned back to her room to fetch her ID card.

Seeing that Luo Honglan had taken her belongings and come out, Fang Pingying was about to send her to say goodbye to Zhou Yunmei and the others, telling them that they would not be home for breakfast and were going to the town.

Just then, Luo Dashan came out of the house, and Fang Pingying quietly greeted him, "Dad, we’re going to town, we won’t be having breakfast at home."

"Ah, go early, you can’t delay when doing business." But then Luo Dashan added, "But what about breakfast? You can’t go hungry in the morning. Otherwise, heat up some buns or something at home."

Fang Pingying smiled at him and said, "Dad, there’s no need, we’ll just buy some buns to eat in town, we won’t go hungry."

Hearing her say that, Luo Dashan nodded and advised, "Alright then, buy something to eat if you’re hungry, don’t hesitate to spend money."

Fang Pingying nodded and went with Luo Honglan to the earthen brick house to take the pastries they had made yesterday to sell in town.

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Since they had arrived early, there weren’t many people in the town yet, so Fang Pingying asked Luo Honglan to watch the stall while she went around to inquire where she could make a phone call.

At that time, telephones were not common in the town, and ordinary small stores did not have phones to use. Even the post office only allowed their own staff to use their phones and did not let outsiders make calls randomly.

Fang Pingying wandered around, asking people, but couldn’t find a place to make a phone call.

She thought about sending a telegram to Luo Zhiyong, but after consideration, she felt it seemed unnecessary.

If she took the train, she would arrive on the same day; the telegram might not even arrive in one day, and would still cost money.

Communication was not developed at that time, and sending telegrams was quite expensive.

Since she couldn’t find a place to make a call, Fang Pingying stopped searching and turned around, planning to go back to her own stall.

But as soon as she turned around, she bumped into a man. Fang Pingying quickly lowered her head to apologize, "Sorry, sorry."

The man did not respond, but instead, a young girl’s voice rang out with a touch of laughter toward Fang Pingying, "Sister Fang, it’s you! You’ve come to town to do business so early."

Fang Pingying felt that the voice was familiar. When she looked up, she saw two people in front of her whom she recognized.

The girl who had spoken was a frequent buyer of hawthorn jam from their stall. They were quite familiar with each other, and she knew that the girl’s name was Xiao Ling, who lived in the town.

The man standing beside her, though Fang Pingying had only met him once, she still remembered him.

He was the director with gold-rimmed glasses who had spoken out for justice during the quarrel she had with the clerk at the supply and marketing cooperative last time; he seemed to be surnamed Liu.

Fang Pingying looked at him and nodded, greeting him, "Director Liu."

Director Liu clearly remembered Fang Pingying too, but he was somewhat surprised that she could remember his surname as he smiled and said, "The young lady has a good memory, still remembering that my surname is Liu."

Xiao Ling, standing on the side and seeing that they knew each other, looked at her dad with a surprised face and asked, "Dad, you know Sister Fang?"

"Dad?" Fang Pingying looked at Director Liu. She had thought he was so young that he might not even be married yet, but she couldn’t see that he would have such an old daughter.

She remembered Xiao Ling had told her that she was already fourteen years old this year, which meant Director Liu must be at least thirty-four or thirty-five.

But looking at Director Liu in front of her, he appeared to be only around thirty years old, very young indeed.

Xiao Ling saw Fang Pingying’s surprised face and giggled, holding her dad’s arm and jokingly said, "What, you think my dad doesn’t look like my dad, more like my brother?"

"Don’t talk nonsense," Director Liu lightly scolded his daughter before somewhat embarrassedly explaining to Fang Pingying, "I was young when I got married, so my daughter is already so big."

Fang Pingying felt a bit awkward and just smiled, "Director Liu just looks young."

Director Liu, seemingly hearing this kind of praise often, smiled politely.

Xiao Ling stretched out her hand toward Fang Pingying, and seeing her empty-handed, which didn’t seem like she was doing business, asked curiously, "By the way, Sister Fang, what are you doing here so early? I just passed by your stall a moment ago, and there was only your younger sister there by herself, and there’s no more hawthorn jam today. However, I tried some of your jujube flower cake, and it was not bad. I’ll buy some after I have breakfast."

"Yeah, the season has passed, and we can’t get hawthorns anymore, so we just have to make something else," Fang Pingying felt Xiao Ling was only casually asking what she was doing and didn’t want to go into details, so she lightly replied, "How much jujube flower cake do you want? I’ll save it for you. You can go buy it after you’re done browsing around."

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