Transmigrated & Triumphant: Defying Destiny's Chosen One-Chapter 445 - 22: Swindler on the Train_2

"Don’t worry, it’s fine."

...

The other party took the child, first touched the forehead, then hurriedly checked the breathing, and under the curious eyes of the surrounding people, was about to kneel with difficulty.

"You not only saved my grandson, but also saved my old man’s life."

And the train policeman, with an excited face, said, "Comrade, where are you going? You are a hero, and we will send you a commendation. At that time, the letter of thanks will be sent directly to you!"

In those days, commendations didn’t come with huge cash gifts, etc., but sending a big red flower or an enamel mug was definitely assured.

This was also the kind of honor everyone envied back then.

"Me too, me too!"

The old man was stopped before he could kneel, and not to be outdone, he immediately took out a pen and notebook from his pocket, smoothly wrote a line, and tore out a page to give to Chu River:

"Comrade, this is my work address. Once I have settled, I definitely will not forget your great kindness—where are you going?"

Chu River looked down: What a coincidence!

She pointed to the unclear address: "I am also going there to find my brother; my brother is in the army."

Oh!

Military family member.

Now, her heroic behavior and heroic methods were explained. The train policeman, after consulting, put away the paper:

"Rest assured, we will send the letter of thanks there."

Chu River politely said, "No need, no need..."

Really no need, what good is just sending a letter?

Oh.

Still, this era is too poor.

...

Since the child was found, who knows how anxious the other two families were? The train policeman gave a simple reassurance and went on to notify the other carriages.

The middle-aged man, upon hearing they were going to the army, shifted uncomfortably.

Thinking, would the people in the army report him?

But he thought about how they took the initiative to exchange things with him, both had issues, both had dirt on each other.

He then let out a sigh of relief.

The old man sighed too, seeing the carriage was already crowded, and hurriedly thought of giving Chu River a seat ticket upon seeing her still standing.

But where would there be any extra seat tickets at this time?

The middle-aged man quickly stood up: "Sit here, sit here, this was originally this comrade’s seat. She just went out to stretch, and asked me to watch her luggage."

Saying this, he swiftly pushed Chu River back into the seat.

And the old man, holding his grandson who was calmly sleeping, then started to negotiate with the passenger who had just boarded and hadn’t had time to store luggage:

"Comrade, this person is our family’s savior. I, this old man, want to talk to her more. If you don’t mind, shall we switch carriages?"

He casually stuffed two dollars into the other person’s hand.

The other person was happy and willing; where wasn’t a seat? Two free dollars!

Seeing nobody was watching, they took the money and followed the old man back to his carriage.

...

Discussing business while standing wasn’t convenient; just as the old man temporarily left, the middle-aged man plopped down again—with two children in his arms!

"Comrade, why didn’t you give the children to the police just now?"

Chu River looked at him: "How would I know if he was an insider or not?"

Middle-aged man—good heavens!

That vigilance was stronger than theirs who were speculating and profiteering!

While talking, Chu River glanced at the two children: "Probably about time to wake up, just right to identify mom and dad, so nobody tries to fish in troubled waters."

The middle-aged man regretted even more, unsure if leaving an address was the right call. But since it was done, he had to close the deal today.

—This girl is really something else.

People can’t be judged by their looks, learned something today.

...

At this moment, two couples crying and calling, stumbled in from different carriage entrances, as if hearing the call of their parents, the two small children woke up, reaching out for their mom.

Chu River also breathed a sigh of relief—she just couldn’t handle children, at most she could talk sense, if that didn’t work, a beating, if once wasn’t enough then twice...

It’s still better with a big nephew and niece.

However, compared to Little Xuan’s grandpa, these two families were noticeably poorer. At this moment, hugging their children, crying and laughing, under the eyes of the train policeman, they really had no money to give; they simply shoved a bag of millet and a bag of red dates that they brought visiting relatives to Chu River.

In those days, sending two pounds of millet when visiting relatives was already a very close gesture, showing that although they were poor, they definitely repaid kindness when given.