Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Chapter 574 Lost Wallet at the Train Station

Only Jing Youxiang would ask such a question.

Even if others see it, they cannot ask.

Ding Mei glared at her but didn't say anything.

Lu Yao had already put on his pants and pinched Jing Youxiang's cheek:

"We have two graduate students as kids, it's none of your business, don't worry about it."

Lu Yao finished speaking and went out.

Ding Mei was extremely embarrassed, her face turning pink.

Although Jing Youxiang was a little jealous, she had already accepted that Lu Yao was going to marry Ding Mei, so she knew that they would end up sleeping together sooner or later.

She seemed a little embarrassed: "Little Meizi, did I scare you? How far have you two gotten? Have you started yet?"

"Go away, shut up, stop asking so many questions."

Jing Youxiang smiled and sat down beside her:

"What are you afraid of? You're getting married soon. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."

"Do you understand? You're not married either."

"I'm a nurse, I have experience in this area."

Upon hearing this, Ding Mei thought to herself, "That's right, Jing Youxiang is a nurse, she must know a lot," and asked, "..."

"So tell me, what should I pay attention to the first time?"

Jing Youxiang scratched her head: "First time... Be careful... Be careful not to do it on the bed, if the bed is of poor quality it will creak and make noise, which will affect your mood... Your house has a kang (heated brick bed), so it's fine!"

Ding Mei was completely confused:

"That's it..."

Little did she know that Jing Youxiang was sharing her own insights.

Lu Yao quickly arrived at Huang Yuejuan's clinic.

Seeing that Huang Yuejuan was all dressed up and looked anxious.

"Sister Yuejuan, what's wrong?"

"I have to go back to Liaochun; my father is sick."

He then handed a telegram to Lu Yao.

The only words on it are "Father is ill, return quickly".

At that time, telegrams were charged by the word and were very expensive. Generally, telegrams were kept simple and concise, and whenever possible, classical Chinese was used instead of vernacular Chinese.

Moreover, if you send ordinary letters to rural areas, it's not certain whether they will even arrive, but telegrams will definitely arrive; they are more accurate and faster than registered mail.

It's the fastest translation service, requiring no mailing and second only to telephone speed.

"I don't even know what kind of illness this is!"

Lu Yao flipped through the telegram and found only the word "west".

Huang Yuejuan nodded: "Yes, that's why I'm anxious. I'm afraid something has happened and my family won't dare tell you. My dad is usually very healthy!"

"Then you should go back quickly. Do you have any money for the journey? I have some."

Lu Yao took out twenty yuan from his pocket.

Huang Yuejuan refused: "I have money, I don't need yours."

Lu Yao forced it into her pocket:

"Here, take this, buy something for your uncle."

Huang Yuejuan stopped refusing and said:

"Thank you, Tuwazi."

Lu Yao smiled and said, "Of course. If you need my help, just call the commune. I'll come over to help you no matter how busy I am."

Huang Yuejuan felt a lump in her throat.

She felt that although Lu Yao couldn't marry her, he wasn't the kind of womanizer who played with women's feelings; he was the kind of man who would really rush to help if something happened.

He packed a package and was about to leave when Lu Yao reached out and took it from him.

"Leave me the key, I'll process some herbs here."

"I've already given it to Youxiang; she lives here."

Lu Yao nodded: "Then let's go, I'll see you off."

When Lu Yao mentioned that he had a jeep and could pick her up and take her to the train station, Huang Yuejuan didn't refuse and followed him out.

As they were leaving, they ran into Xie Chunfang, who had returned.

Lu Yao thought to himself, "This is fate's cruel joke on me and Xiao Meizi."

They weren't afraid that Xie Chunfang would see it when she returned, but Jing Youxiang suddenly appeared and came back to deliver the message.

Sister Yuejuan is in trouble, and I can't just ignore her.

I'll see if there's a chance when I get back tonight.

Sleeping with your own woman is harder than sleeping with someone else's wife!

Lu Yao sped all the way to the train station.

I just happened to catch a regular train bound for Liaochun.

Lu Yao told Huang Yuejuan to wait there while he went to buy the tickets.

Huang Yuejuan agreed and waited by the long wooden chair, placing the package on it.

She's really restless now.

At this time, what people fear most is receiving telegrams from their relatives.

Generally, sayings like "Return home immediately if your mother is ill" or "Return home immediately if your father is ill" are ways of hiding the news of a loved one's death to avoid causing them worry and sadness.

Otherwise, I'll send a registered letter.

Of course, some soldiers' families would send these kinds of telegrams to their superiors so that their children could come home to visit.

However, Huang Yuejuan's telegram did not fall into this category.

Huang Yuejuan is usually a meticulous person, but now that she's in a state of confusion, she's become careless.

A petty thief nearby had his eye on her...

Lu Yao bought a ticket and walked back, clutching a cardboard ticket in his hand, green with a red bar.

"Liaochun, the 18th ordinary express train."

Ticket price: 7 yuan.

He looked up and glanced at the benches in the waiting room.

Huang Yuejuan was still standing, her package on the chair, her head down, lost in thought.

A thin man in a gray cotton-padded jacket was moving closer to her, holding a newspaper in his hand.

That kid has shifty eyes, and he's hiding his hands behind the newspaper...

Something was wrong, so Lu Yao quickened his pace.

The gray cotton-padded jacket had already moved closer to Huang Yuejuan's chair. He draped a newspaper over her bundle and reached under the bundle with his other hand.

He moved quickly, pinching a cloth wallet between two fingers, tucking it into his sleeve, and turned to leave.

"stop."

Lu Yao called out from five or six steps away.

The man in the gray cotton-padded coat shivered, but without turning around, he quickened his pace and darted out through the side door of the waiting room.

Lu Yao caught up in a few steps. The side door was spring-loaded and suddenly opened, letting in a gust of cold wind.

The alley was narrow, with brick walls on both sides, and the ground was slippery with unmelted snow.

The girl in the gray cotton-padded jacket ran quite fast, stuffing her wallet into her arms as she ran.

Lu Yao also sped up; after all, children who hunt in the mountains are fast-moving, and he finally caught up after chasing for more than twenty meters.

He grabbed him by the back of the neck, and the man slipped and fell to his knees on the cinder ground.

"You're fucking meddling in other people's business... Brother, brother, come quick!"

The girl in the gray cotton-padded jacket struggled and shouted.

There were three more people hiding at the alley entrance, clearly his accomplices, here to provide backup.

The leader was wearing a short black woolen coat and a cotton hat with ear flaps. The hat wasn't tied, and the two ear flaps were sticking up.

Wearing his hat askew and glaring at me, he's clearly not a decent person.

Behind them were two young men, one tall and one short, each clutching a shiny spring-loaded folding knife.

"Dude, which gang are you from? Give me a name."

The man in black woolen clothes weighed the knife in his hand, pretending to be a bandit and speaking in secret slang to discuss the matter.

Lu Yao sneered, "Deep-fried vines, which gang are you from? Who's raising the flag?"

He was taken aback. He only had a vague understanding of the slang and didn't understand this sentence.

However, in his previous life, Lu Yao had come into contact with many Northeastern men who had fled abroad, and their slang had been used for a long time.

The reason why the person surnamed Lu answered "dry-fried mandarin orange" is because "Lu" and "six" are homophones, and in underworld slang, "six" is often referred to as "dry-fried mandarin orange".

The name "陆" comes from "sun-dried meat" or "deep-fried meatballs" on the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, so "陆" means "deep-fried meatballs".

Just reply with this sentence, and the other person will know your surname is Lu as soon as they hear it.

Whoever raises the flag is asking who the leader of the opposing side is.

Taking advantage of Lu Yao's pause to chat, the girl in the gray cotton-padded jacket quickly broke free from his hand and scrambled to hide behind the girl in the black woolen coat.

The man in black took a step forward, the tip of his knife barely touching Lu Yao's chest.

"Give me your money, and you can go your way, pretend we didn't see anything. We won't make things difficult for you. Otherwise, it'll be a fight..."

Lu Yao couldn't help but curse:

"So he was just a charlatan, impersonating the eldest brother!"

The other party didn't understand their jargon, so they were obviously posing as someone from the underworld.

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