"Lu Jiang, you have a telegram!"
Lu Jiang had just come down from the training ground, wiping his sweat with a towel when he suddenly heard these words.
Besides his dear father, no one else would say it that way.
Upon realizing this, Lu Jiang quickly went to get the telegram. Seeing that it was an express telegram, he grew increasingly worried about his father and his two nephews.
An ordinary telegram costs three cents per character, whereas an express one costs eight cents.
Unless something is particularly urgent, most people would not send an express telegram.
Lu Jiang knew very well that his family's social status wasn't good. His mother's and sister-in-law's deaths were related to such class distinctions. He was aware of the difficult times his father and nephews were going through, but he was helpless.
Though he had entrusted a few comrades who transferred to his hometown, he still felt uneasy.