With the hope that the bulletproof vest could reach Lu Jiang's hands, Feng Qingxue took the remittance slip that Lu Jiang had sent and went to the county town to withdraw the money.
The amount was too large, and the staff didn't dare to make the decision on their own. They summoned their superior, continually examining Feng Qingxue as if they couldn't believe it.
"My man is a soldier; he's off to fight. He sent all his savings before going to battle," Feng Qingxue stated calmly, not blaming the staff for their suspicion. After all, in this era of poverty, five thousand was a considerable sum.
Only in the eighties and nineties did the phrase "ten thousand households" come into existence.
Five thousand is half of ten thousand.
Hearing Feng Qingxue's words, the manager and staff members were solemnly respectful.
They had the utmost respect for each soldier going to the battlefield and treated soldiers' families with particular preference.
