OBS Chapter 243: Letter from Mr. Wu
Chapter 243: Letter from Mr. Wu
In the evening, Liu Jingxue went to the cowshed carrying a large package.
When she walked into the room, Old Man Wu looked at her expectantly.
Liu Jingxue didn't keep the secret on purpose, she knew that Grandpa Wu had been anxiously waiting for this period of time.
She patted the package that she had just put aside and said, "Grandpa Wu, this was sent from Beijing, but the sender is not Aunt Wu.
I don't know anyone in Beijing at all. The only time I helped you send a letter to Aunt Wu in Beijing was last time.
So I suspect this package was sent by your family.
For some reason, they couldn’t come in person, so they sent it under someone else’s name.”
Zou Lao said from the side, "It is very possible.
After all, you said before that things were not peaceful in their family and someone was targeting Chief Zhou.
Those people wanted to use you to open a gap in their home, but they failed.
I think they will not give up and will think of other ways. "
"Given Chief Zhou's caution, it is very likely that he contacted you through someone else."
"What's the point of guessing here? Open the package and take a look. There might be a letter inside.
You will know everything after reading the letter." Wang Xiulan said.
"Aunt is right, Grandpa Wu, please open the package and take a look.
The post office staff were shocked by the size of the package. "
Hope ignited in Old Man Wu's heart. He immediately moved to the edge of the kang, put on his shoes, got off the kang, and found a pair of scissors to open the package.
After opening the package, he didn't bother to see what was inside. He took out the things one by one and placed them aside, searching for a possible letter.
Fortunately, the result did not disappoint him. When he was shaking out a cotton jacket that was originally folded neatly, a letter fell out.
Throwing the clothes in his hand back into the package, Mr. Wu picked up the letter on the ground.
When he saw the handwriting on the envelope clearly, he couldn't hide his excitement and said, "It's my daughter's handwriting. It's a letter she wrote to me."
When Mr. Zou heard this, he quickly moved inside, patted the spot on the kang that he had just vacated, and said to Mr. Wu,
"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and sit down and read the letter."
Wang Xiulan patted Liu Weihua next to her and said, "This kerosene lamp is not bright enough. It takes a lot of effort to read the letter.
Lao Liu, bring me the flashlight."
Upon hearing this, Liu Weihua quickly got off the kang, found a flashlight, turned it on and placed it on the table, allowing Old Man Wu to read the letter by the light of the flashlight.
No one cared about the package on the ground or the things piled on the kang, and just waited quietly for Old Wu to read the letter.
Old man Wu read the letter over and over again, wiping away tears from time to time.
Everyone's heart was in their throat, thinking that there was some bad news and afraid that the old man would not be able to bear the blow and faint.
Mr. Zou, who was sitting next to him, even stretched out his hand and placed it behind Mr. Wu so that he could catch him as soon as possible to prevent him from falling and hitting his head.
But even though the old man was wiping his tears, his expression looked fine.
Everyone was relieved, thinking that there shouldn't be any bad news.
After reading the letter again, Mr. Wu folded the letter, put it back into the envelope, and put it in his pocket with great care.
When he looked up, he saw four pairs of eyes staring at him intently, and he was startled at first.
Then he reacted and said quickly, "Don't worry about me, my daughter's family is fine."
"Everything is fine, so why are you crying? Isn't this causing us to misunderstand?
I'm still thinking about how to comfort you, old man.
I was thinking if you faint later, should I pinch your Ren Zhong or prick your finger with a needle?" Mr. Zou said unhappily.
At his age, he is still worried about this old man. His heart is like on a roller coaster, up and down. Is it easy for him?
Old Man Wu rolled his eyes at him and said, "Can't you just expect me to do well?
Besides, you were also pissing yourself when you received the letter last time, and you still have the nerve to criticize me."
"Brother Wu, your daughter is definitely fine, so why did she ask someone else to send things over?" Liu Weihua asked puzzledly.
“It’s okay now, but it’s not completely safe.
Two months ago, old man Zhou was almost killed by my reckless little grandson.
Fortunately, my son-in-law and his two younger brothers are very capable and they managed to force the fight back.
Now those people are still eyeing their family, trying to find fault with them.
There is no other way. In order to avoid being noticed, I can only find someone I trust to contact me." Mr. Wu explained.
Mr. Zou frowned and said, "Your little grandson deserves to be punished."
“I raised that kid, and we have a good relationship. He was clamoring to be sent down with me before, and it took a lot of effort for us to suppress him together.
It's not that there was no news about me. My daughter said that he had been running around asking people everywhere to find out about me, and he accidentally fell into someone else's trap.
But after that experience, the boy has grown a lot and is not as rough as before."
After listening to Mr. Wu's explanation, Mr. Zou's brows relaxed and he nodded in praise, "From what you said, that boy is a filial son."
When Old Wu heard Old Zou's praise for his grandson, he couldn't help but feel happy, but he said modestly, "That kid has many problems, and the only shortcoming he has is filial piety.
My daughter said that he has graduated from high school for several months, but he hangs around at home every day. He is unwilling to go to work, and he is also unwilling to join the army.
His family is having a headache because of him. After all, their family is being targeted and any mistake they make will be magnified infinitely.
This kid is not a living target in this state."
Liu Jingxue knew that at this time every household had to have one person go to the countryside, unless they all had a proper job.
Old Mr. Wu's little grandson doesn't go to work or join the army. He just stays idle at home and is afraid that he will be dragged to the countryside.
She couldn't help but say, "Grandpa Wu, if he does this, he will be watched by others and forced to go to the countryside to become an educated youth.
Unless someone in their family has already moved to the countryside.”
“That kid’s two older brothers are both in the army, and they are both doing well.
Their family roots are in the army, and all the younger generations in the family have joined the army.
This kid grew up with me, and I taught him a lot of business skills. He doesn’t want to be a soldier, he wants to do business.”
Old Wu sighed, "But as you know, in today's world, people are not allowed to do business privately.
My daughter and her family are almost driven to death by him."
"According to what you said, your little grandson is a time bomb to their family, and it may explode at any time.
Or maybe just let him go to the countryside, work in the fields every day, he will be too tired to think about so many trivial things." Mr. Zou suggested.
Old Wu shook his head and said, "That boy himself is not opposed to going to the countryside, but my daughters and others are not happy about it.
He is the youngest grandchild and has only one cousin who is in the first year of high school.
The family would never want him to suffer in the countryside."
“Farming is not that hard, look at those educated youth in the village, they are all living well.
As long as nothing happens to his family, he will definitely receive some subsidies, and he will live a very comfortable life.
But if he still doesn't go to work, doesn't want to serve in the army, and hangs out at home every day, something will happen sooner or later, and it will affect the whole family." Mr. Zou said earnestly.
"Old Wu, you should write a letter and have a good talk with your daughter and Chief Zhou. This is not the way to love a child.
Just let him go to the countryside to suffer a little and get some training.
At worst, we can find a place like the Red Star Production Brigade that is more friendly to educated youth."
After listening to this, Mr. Wu seemed to be thinking about something.
After a long while, he nodded and said, “You are right, we can’t let him go any longer.
I will write and talk to you about it.”
He turned to look at Liu Jingxue, "Xiaoxue, I'll have to trouble you to help me mail the letter when the time comes."
"Don't worry, Grandpa Wu. I'll take care of it."