Feng Qingxue, who had come out upon hearing the noise, was stunned.
She'd never heard Lu Jiang mention this. It must have happened in recent days, as they hadn't seen each other since setting the wedding date.
Wang Fengqiao opened a camphor box on the cart, painted with cinnabar lacquer and largely ignored by everyone. Inside, it held stuff she showed around. Smiling brightly, she said, "The Lu family doesn't have much of value. However, Lu Jiang, having served as a soldier for many years, has saved some salary, collected some money. So, he prepared eighty-eight yuan, a set of velvet clothes, a polyester suit, a pair of Blue Begonia leather shoes, and also a three feet long red cord."
Quite lavish indeed, enough for the people of Caohu Squad to talk about it for twenty years!
Knowing that the Caohu Squad led a hard life, Wang Zhengguo and others didn't stay for a meal. They just drank a bowl of sugar water and said goodbye.
