Pampered Pastoral: Orion’s Delicious Little Lady

But here comes the problem, she doesn’t know how to read at all!

Not only her, but also Zhou and Lu Xiaoman are illiterate!

Confusing speculations came flooding in. Although Song Lihua was in a state of confusion, she still ordered Lu Xiaoman and her to help Zhou into the room to rest. After sorting out her tone, she calmly asked Lu Xiaoman what was going on in the village. Is there anyone who can read?

The pain of illiteracy is evident in this moment.

Boy, she really might be a widow.

Lu Xiaoman couldn't stop sobbing, wiped his eyes and replied: "There is a gentleman in the village. On weekdays, if you want to read or write in the village, you always go to him."

Song Lihua settled the Zhou family and took Lu Xiaoman to the gentleman's house.

From the information disclosed by Lu Xiaoman, Song Lihua probably understood who the gentleman named Lu Mingyuan was.

Lu Xiaoman said that he was a widower, and she thought that on the day Lu Jingzhe left, someone said they would introduce her to the widower in the village. She thought it must be this gentleman.

I heard that his wife died in childbirth. Fortunately, his son was saved. After his wife passed away, he gave up his pen and refused to study anymore. He raised his son alone.

Over the years, in addition to relying on his own farm to make a living, he would occasionally help people in the village read and write letters, earning a few copper coins to support the family.

The conditions at Lu Mingyuan's home don't look good either. The ground in the yard is full of potholes and there is water accumulation, and the fence is also in disrepair.

But under such conditions, there is no need to worry about thieves. If thieves come in, there will be nothing to steal.

When Song Lihua arrived, Lu Mingyuan was sweeping the floor. When he heard that he wanted to read a letter, he threw the broom away and wiped his hands.

"Uncle Mingyuan, my brother...has something happened..." Lu Xiaoman saw that he had taken the letter and couldn't help but want to cry again.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the four big words "My Wife's Personal Letter" that were clearly written on the envelope, and for a moment he couldn't tell what it was about.

He opened the envelope and took out a thin piece of paper inside——

"Everything is going well on the march. I would like to ask you to take care of my affairs at home. I would like to send you a few words to express my thoughts."

Lu Mingyuan read it out word by word. When he reached the end, he coughed unnaturally: "There is also a signature at the bottom, Fu Lu Jingzhe."

Song Lihua: "..."

Song Lihua was relieved all of a sudden, and her tense expression relaxed.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I thought my brother was dead." Lu Xiaoman finally felt relieved, and the expression on his face was very funny as he cried and laughed at the same time.

Song Lihua raised her eyes and stared at Lu Mingyuan's expression. She couldn't read and was afraid that this gentleman would lie to her.

After a moment, she thought of the most unsophisticated way. She counted the words on the letter and compared it with the words Lu Mingyuan just read. After adding the signature at the bottom, there were 32.

Therefore, maybe Lu Jingzhe really just wrote a letter to report that he was safe.

Song Lihua gave Lu Mingyuan two copper coins and said several thanks before taking Lu Xiaoman home.

Zhou had woken up from her coma and guessed that they were going to find Lu Mingyuan. In order not to cause trouble, she had to wait at the door of her house.

God...if she could, she would rather trade her old life for her son's safety.

The Zhou family only has a pair of children. She wants nothing more than that her children can be safe and happy.

Lu Xiaoman saw Mrs. Zhou waiting at the gate from a distance. As she ran forward, she shouted to Mr. Zhou: "Mom, big brother is okay!"