The autumn harvest was in its final stages. Wheat had already been sown, and the only things left were the dried sweet potatoes spread out in the field.
As Father Lu continued to carry the dried sweet potatoes to the granary on the donkey cart, Lu Tianjun rushed over to help push the cart and asked, "Grandpa, is what Uncle said true? The leader personally wrote a letter to inquire about your well-being."
After asking, he answered his own question, "It must be true, who would dare to lie about such a thing!"
"Of course, it's true. If it were false, would the comrades from the city come one after another?" The trace of melancholy between Father Lu's brows vanished, "Tianjun, I finally don't have to worry about the crisis caused by our family background. You and your younger brother can finally walk with your heads held high. All of this is thanks to your aunt."
Merely relying on Lu Jiang, who has been living in the army for years, their family would not have had this opportunity.
