Chapter 57: Keeping a Low Profile

Luo Qiao sighed and continued, “But because the place we’re staying in after returning to the city is not big, there’s no separate room to sleep in, so I haven’t gone to retrieve them. It’s not anything particularly valuable, just two quilts and a few pieces of cloth, a token of their goodwill.

Well, it’s fortunate the place is small, otherwise, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to keep these things if I had gone to get them.”

Seeing Luo Qiao looking a bit dejected, he said, “Look ahead, things will get better.”

With that, they entered the house, preparing to write an introduction letter for Luo Qiao.

Luo Qiao’s words were indeed true. When those elderly folks left previously, they did give away the items they couldn’t take with them to the original owner. Although the quilts weren’t new, they were much better than what Luo’s family had.

At that time, it was because Grandpa Yuan’s son helped behind the scenes with their family’s exoneration, which made things go so smoothly. Therefore, when Grandpa Yuan left, he knew it wouldn’t be long before Luo’s family returned to the city.

They knew what kind of life the original owner had led on ordinary days, so Grandpa Yuan had an extra thought. He picked two better quilts from his and Grandpa Yang and Grandma Yang’s house and placed them next door to the more upright and good-natured Yao family.

In the space, there’s no shortage of quilts. There are many brand-new quilts stored in the bedroom’s cabinet. Currently, the one she uses in the space is brand-new. The quilts in the captain’s home are just for show on the big kang bed.

At that time, those elderly folks wanted to leave money for the original owners, but she declined. The reason is simple: she wasn’t treated well in Luo’s family and feared stirring up trouble if discovered.

However, this trip to the city was timely to deliver letters to both families. Years ago, the original owner and his family returned to Ji City. Without money, she wasn’t able to send letters. After the year, they hadn’t yet figured out how the Luo family sent her to Qingshan Village.

Unfortunately, the original owner suffered a mental blow and, coupled with poor health, lost her life when Zhao and Luo’s two families suddenly started fighting and someone pushed her in the scuffle.

The captain quickly prepared the introduction letter, advising her to be careful and return to the village early after finishing her business.

Luo Qiao said to the captain, “Uncle Captain, please don’t mention my trip to the city to anyone. I prefer to keep a low profile to avoid stirring up trouble.”

Gao Jiefang understood immediately and nodded, saying, “Don’t worry, I’m not one of those gossipy villagers.”

After thanking him, Luo Qiao hurried to the tractor shed. It was a valuable asset in the village, so they had built a mud-brick house specifically for it. When not in use, it was parked inside, much like a garage in later times, although it was called the tractor shed in the village.

When she arrived, several women were already on the tractor, and a few more were climbing aboard. Everyone took advantage of today’s inability to work in the fields to attend to their own affairs, as they would still need to earn work points once they could resume working.

Lu Yichen saw everyone getting on and reminded them to settle in. Just as he started the engine, he heard someone shouting from behind, “Wait, wait! Oh, I’m so tired!”

Without needing to look, he knew who it was. Li Xiulan panted as she caught her breath and spotted Luo Qiao on the tractor. Her face lit up with joy and she shouted loudly at Gao Taohua walking behind her, “Can’t you walk faster? Are you growing maggots back there?”

Upon hearing this, Luo Qiao felt instantly disgusted.

She moved to an empty seat inside. Just as she settled down, Li Xiulan said, “Luo Qiao, pull Auntie up.”