Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 94 Passing Down the Family Heirloom!

At Ruixin Grocery Store, Lao Luo stood behind the counter looking at the ledger, occasionally glancing up at the busy workers with a complex expression in his eyes.

After the previous incident, Beiping's underground intelligence network was basically paralyzed, leaving only a few scattered lines unrelated to the previous incident.

As the head of intelligence for the underground Communist Party in Beiping, he had been troubled by this matter for some time.

But he never expected that, just when he was still sorting out his many thoughts, Cao Wei Da would give him such a big gift!
He never imagined that being an underground party member like them could be so easy!

All you need to do every day is harvest and sell the goods; you don't have to worry about safety at all!
High salary, plus room and board included—it's practically a paradise life.
What's even more outrageous is that every time we wanted to send out intelligence, it was always a difficult and risky process, with the possibility of being exposed at any time.
Now, we can just swagger out of the city gate.

Even when they saw that it was their convoy, the guards, whether they were puppet troops or Japanese soldiers, would not only not say anything or check, but would also give them friendly smiles.

This would have seemed like a fantasy before!
As for who these goods are going to, it's obvious!

He never imagined that procuring supplies for the organization would be so simple.
"Brothers, give it your all! We'll be off work once this truck is loaded!"

"Tie the rope tighter, make sure it's secure!"

Employees bustled between the shop and the horse-drawn carriages outside. In the open space outside the grocery store, the last horse-drawn carriage, filled with sacks, was finishing up.

As the sun sets, the last rays of its rays leave behind a final glimmer of light, signaling the end of the day's work.

"Old Luo, you've worked hard. How's today's shipment going?"

"Boss, here are today's ledgers." Old Luo, dressed in the manager's uniform, handed over the ledgers with a broad smile.
"Business was quite good today. Several big bosses each bought five thousand silver dollars worth of grain and cloth."

"Oh? Looks like business is good today." Cao Weida chuckled, took the package, glanced at it a few times, then closed it and handed it back.
"Everyone has worked hard today. I've had some meat and vegetables and wine prepared. Please eat and drink well."

"Oh dear, boss, no, no! Meat is so expensive, we can just eat some coarse grains."

"Don't worry about saving money for me, this little bit is nothing." Cao Weida waved his hand generously. "They're doing hard labor, they need to eat something nutritious to replenish their bodies, and I don't need this little bit of money."

"Besides, the brothers are working so hard, it would be too unethical of me to be stingy. Let's do it this way, listen to me."

He wasn't just talking; he's been here several times today. These employees are truly working their butts off!

They are incredibly meticulous and attentive to their work, requiring absolutely no supervision from others.

"What the boss says is true, this is what we should do." A porter wiped the sweat from his face, his honest face full of smiles. It was clear that he wasn't flattering him, but speaking from the heart.

After all, although they were nominally working for Cao Wei, these supplies were actually being transported to the rear for organization, which meant they were essentially working for themselves. How could they not be meticulous and conscientious?

The thought that so much grain being transported to the rear could help more comrades and soldiers have enough to eat filled them with enthusiasm, and each one of them was more proactive than the last.

He looked at the others, and they all agreed with what he said, including those who were not members of the Communist Party.

After all, the salary here is quite good, and the benefits are decent. They are very willing to endure hardship and fatigue for such a good job.

Cao Weida smiled and looked at Lao Luo again. "Manager Luo, I'll leave this place to you from now on. I'm usually quite busy, so I probably won't be here often."

"Don't worry, boss, I will definitely manage this place well." This was something he had agreed with Cao Weida before he came. This place had become a communication station for their underground party, so Cao Weida naturally tried to come as little as possible.

It's not that I don't trust Cao Weida; if I really didn't trust him, I wouldn't have come here, bringing so many comrades with me.

The main purpose was to protect Cao Wei Da's safety.

In case they are exposed, they can try their best to distance themselves from Cao Wei.

He tugged at Cao Weida's sleeve. "Master, thank you for coming."

The two went to a room on the second floor. Old Luo looked around and then cautiously closed the door.

Cao Wei Da looked on in confusion: "Old Luo, what's going on?"

"Comrade Cao Weida." Old Luo said solemnly, carefully taking out an envelope from his pocket and presenting it to you with both hands: "This is a personal letter to you."

Cao Weida's heart pounded, and his voice trembled slightly: "You...you mean, my letter?!" Seeing Cao Weida's expression, Lao Luo couldn't help but laugh.

When he first learned about the deal, he had already noticed Cao Weida and knew him to some extent.

He had previously appeared timid and cowardly, but in his view, this was nothing more than Cao Weida's disguise.

Who would be so cowardly and afraid of trouble that they would run out every day to fight the Japanese devils and traitors?

During his several encounters with Zheng Chaoyang, Zheng Chaoyang told him everything in detail. In his eyes, Cao Weida was a rebellious young man hiding in plain sight, as well as a bold and meticulous fellow.

During the day, they feigned friendship with the Japanese, but at night they would kill them.

It can be said that Cao Wei Da possessed exceptionally strong mental fortitude.

But that's exactly the kind of person he is!

"How could this be fake? To be honest, even I'm a little jealous. I've been doing underground work for so many years and I've never gotten one like this."

If you don't want it, then give it to me?

"Give it to me!" Upon hearing this, Cao Wei Da immediately became anxious. This was a joke; how could he possibly give it to someone else?!

He snatched it eagerly and held it to his chest, looking at Lao Luo warily as if the other party were some heinous thief: "Let me tell you, this is mine! I won't be angry with you even if you take my money, but if you dare to steal my family heirloom, do you believe I'll fight you to the death?!"

"..." Lao Luo was both amused and exasperated. "I was just joking, how could you take it so seriously?"

Okay, okay, I won't steal it, I definitely won't. I've already given you the letter, so go back and enjoy it yourself.

If there's nothing else, you should go back now, and try not to come here so often. I'll take care of things here.

"Hmph, you can joke about anything else, but this letter is not to be joked about; it's my lifeline!" Cao Weida remained vigilant, stuffing the letter directly into his pocket and saying gleefully:

He wasn't joking when he said it would be a family heirloom!
He opened the door and walked out, saying, "I didn't want to come even though you asked me to. I've already had dinner delivered. I'm leaving now. See you later!"

Looking at Cao Wei Da, who was guarding against him like a thief trying to prevent him from escaping, Lao Luo was somewhat amused and exasperated. "Do I really look that much like a robber?"
However, he was still quite pleased. Cao Weida's respect for them, even treating a handwritten letter as a rare treasure, proved Cao Weida's recognition and trust in their Red Party.

He was a seasoned veteran, having worked in the underground for so many years. He could tell whether someone was sincere or not, and Cao Weida's surprise was genuine.

He was biased. This letter was more than just a rare treasure to Cao Wei Da!

It was a hundred or a thousand times more precious to Cao Wei than any rare treasure!
Back home, Cao Weida locked himself in his study and excitedly opened the envelope.

"Good, good! Look at this address, Comrade Wei Da, what an affectionate address! Hahaha~~ With this letter!" Upon seeing the words on it, Cao Weida was overjoyed and his whole body began to tremble with excitement.

He has already decided that once the reform and opening up is completed, he will immediately frame this letter and then choose a future ancestral home to enshrine it!
With this letter, after liberation, who would dare say that he wasn't a true revolutionary friend?
future,

Putting aside everything else, it will be an invaluable treasure for future generations!

He looked at the letter many times, reluctantly putting it away and storing it in his online space.

In fact, although he did a lot for the Red Party and believed he had shown the greatest goodwill, he was never really sure about himself.

Someone online claimed that after liberation, many people who were loyal to the organization but secretly supported it were purged. This claim is incorrect.

In fact, the organization and the country have always maintained an attitude of respect and gratitude towards friends who have supported the revolution, and there has never been any so-called 'purgation'.

On the contrary, the organization has always remembered their efforts for the revolutionary cause and actively maintained and developed friendly relations with them and their descendants, which is a historical fact that is obvious to all.

He served as a policeman under the puppet government during the War of Resistance Against Japan, never committed any wrongdoing, and was known to support the revolutionary base areas.

Instead, they will be given appropriate recognition and treatment based on the size of their contribution.

(I've explained this here, and I won't bring it up again, so please don't spread rumors. I don't know who started this.)
(End of this chapter)