h4Chapter 1139: Chapter 1139 Remittance Slip/h4

    Bai Ying coughed for a long time before his face turned red, and he finally caught his breath.

    Bai’s mother brought over a bowl of water, "Old man, drink some water, sigh!"

    The situation at home was terrible. Ever since Bai Na returned home that year, first Bai Jian broke his leg while hunting in the mountains and it took six months to heal, adding to the family’s woes. Now, his own illness is worsening, and Bai Na has disappeared with her child. Some people said they saw Bai Na going to town, but there was no further news.

    Nobody knows whether Bai Na is alive or dead, leaving the old couple anxious at heart.

    The child may have left, but she didn’t leave behind that child. Yet they knew in their hearts, their daughter was illiterate and had never traveled far; the town was probably the furthest ce anyone from their vige could go.

    And the child was carrying a baby still needing constant care.

    If something happened, if she met bad people, finding her would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

    It was because her parents were incapable, the family couldn’t even afford a meal, that she had the thought of leaving.

    How could they not know, Bai Na was afraid of being a burden on the family.

    "I wonder how Bai Na and Little Shitou are doing now?" Bai Ying drank the water; he was feeling better. His cough had be increasingly severe, and now even the white pills seemed unable to suppress it. When he coughed, it felt like his heart, liver, and lungs were going to be coughed out.

    But the family couldn’t even afford food.

    This year’s harvest was poor, and there was an epidemic scare, even though their vige wasn’t severely affected, it still disrupted farm work.

    The county provided subsidies to each household, not only giving relief grain but also some emergency funds for impoverished households.

    Yet, how much could they possibly give? Each household received a minimal subsidy, but the yield from the fields had drastically reduced,

    now that the autumn grains had been harvested.

    But no household felt happy in their hearts.

    The harvested grain might not evenst until next year for their own consumption, not to mention every household had a few strong youths; although grain had just been harvested, they didn’t dare to eat freely.

    Year after year, they ate thin soup, looking pale and thin, and feeling weak.

    In their own home, they had two sons, one was sixteen, the other was almost seventeen; soon it would be time to arrange marriages.

    But looking at their own home, the bamboo house was dpidated and long overdue for a rebuild, but where was the money?

    His own health burdened the family, asionally having to buy some pills.

    The days were bing increasingly difficult.

    "Our daughter hasn’t even sent a letter; I can’t put my mind at ease."

    Bai’s mother wiped her tears, heartache for her daughter was natural.

    "That wretched girl, that wretched girl!"

    Besides cursing like this, what more could they say?

    Someone called from outside, "Bai Ying, Bai Ying, there’s a remittance slip for your family,e out and get it."

    Bai’s mother and Bai Ying were both shocked, doubting their ears.

    Considering their family’s dire poverty, plus all their rtives and friends lived in the vige or neighboring ones, no one was better off than anyone else.

    How did someone send them a remittance slip?

    To the vige folks, a remittance slip was something only rtives in big cities would use. Of course, if anyone in their vige joined the army, they might also send money home.

    Every time the mailman rode his bicycle into the vige and called out in front of someone’s house, it was a glorious event.

    How could this happen to their family?

    "Bai Ying, Bai Ying? Are you home? Is there anyone toe out and sign for the remittance slip?"

    The mailman, seeing no movement in the courtyard, immediately called out again.

    "Someone’s here, someone’s here!"

    Bai’s mother responded repeatedly, supporting Bai Ying as they walked out.

    Stepping out of the stilted house, they saw the mailman outside the fence waving a slip.

    Upon seeing Bai Ying, he smiled and said, "Old Brother Bai, your family has really done well. Your daughter Bai Na has earned big money outside. Look, she sent money to you. Your family is going to be well-off from now on."

    "What? What? Old Huang, who sent us money?" Bai Ying and Bai’s mother were both illiterate.

    Old Huang held the remittance slip, pointing at the densely packed small words below.

    "It’s written here that Bai Na is now working at a chicken farm with meals and amodation included each month, and a sry. Your daughter saved money for over half a year just to send back to you, so you could see a doctor for her father and rebuild the house. It’s all clearly written here."

    Bai Ying grabbed it, examining it back and forth. Unfortunately, he could recognize his own name, but he couldn’t understand a word on it.

    But his heart was excited.

    "Old Huang, is this true? You can’t fool me!"

    "What are you saying? How could I fool you? Your daughter has made something of herself and sent you 900 yuan. It’s for medical treatment and house building. You’ve raised a sessful daughter! She’s even more useful than sons.

    Your daughter can support herself and her child outside, she’s formidable and capable. You’ll enjoy good fortune from now on."

    Old Huang had Bai Ying put his fingerprint at the bottom of the remittance slip.

    It should have been a signature and fingerprint, but in this vige, nobody was literate, so everyone just used fingerprints.

    "Oh no, oh no! The child has suffered outside."

    Bai Ying said these polite words, but holding that remittance slip, it felt as heavy as a stone.

    Old Huang had said there was 900 yuan on that slip.

    They had never seen so much money in their lives.

    "Take your personal seal to the post office in the town tomorrow to withdraw the money. If you don’t have a seal, there’s a ce to make one right next to the town post office. Hurry back, and like the child said, see a doctor. Look at your health, after so many years, your cough is getting worse.

    It seems to me that you’re even sicker this year. Don’t let the child’s filial piety go to waste."

    Old Huang advised the couple, fearing they wouldn’t know where to withdraw the remittance slip funds.

    His advice spared them from going through unnecessary trouble.

    Bai Ying and Bai’s mother nodded repeatedly.

    They watched as Old Huang rode his green bicycle far away to the other households in the vige.

    The couple supported each other, staring wide-eyed at the remittance slip in their hands.

    Although they didn’t understand what was written on it, they knew their daughter had sent them money.

    Bai Ying was helped inside by Bai’s mother, and suddenly he seemed a lot better, "Quick, go call my second and third sons back, the third one knows a few words, let him see what’s happening."

    Bai’s mother agreed and hurriedly went out to call for the sons.

    In the vige, people who were friends with their sons had mothers who were educated youth who went to the countryside, and she taught their own son to read. The third son, Bai She, followed and learned for a while, at least he recognized several words.

    For this, the couple especially went up the mountain, caught two wild chickens, and took them over as a thank-you gift.

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