Chapter 1019 Xi Bao’s Birthday 10

Bai Yuesheng suddenly realized, "I was wondering why the inkstone used by Brother Wen looked so familiar. I thought it might be my Chengni inkstone. I've been looking at it for more than a month, but because I'm usually locked up at Lu's house, I didn't have the courage to take a closer look."

"What's the use of an inkstone? You can't eat or drink. When a person is in a desperate situation, staying alive is the most important thing."

The old lady said this to her husband, then took Feng Qingxue's hand and shook it, unable to hide her joy at meeting her savior.

"Perhaps because she saw that I was old, my daughter could not bear my pleading and later she got me some food. I only paid with chicken blood stone, pine soot ink, calligraphy brush and the like. In your eyes, they are all treasures, but they were worthless at that time, right? Not to mention then, even now, they are things that will bring trouble. The food my daughter gave me saved our lives. Later, when I had time, I often went to the black market, but unfortunately I didn't meet you again. Now I have been demoted again. I thought I would never see my lifesaver again in this life. I didn't expect... I didn't expect that God would pity me and let me meet you here. Life-saving grace, that is life-saving grace!"

Everyone was stunned by her words. How could such a coincidence happen in the world?

Even Feng Qingxue didn't expect to run into someone she traded with on the black market. She felt a little worried. What should she do? Even if she made herself look ugly, it wouldn't work. They would recognize her by her voice. Then... wouldn't her previous behavior be known to everyone? What if she aroused suspicion?

Lu Jiang shook her hand and told her not to worry.

The gifts were basically the works of the elders. The Lu family had a complete set of paper, pens and paints. Some of them painted a picture or a fan, some wrote a calligraphy or a poem. The elders who were not good at painting and calligraphy gave their own handicrafts, such as clothes and shoes, wooden sculptures, straw insects, wicker flower baskets and the like.

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Feng Qingxue quickly put a navy cap on him, and he immediately looked much better.

Xi Bao was wearing a new outfit today, navy blue pants, a white shirt, and small leather shoes. He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, fair skin, and red lips. He looked very good, except for his shiny bald head, which made him look less attractive.

No smart person in the world will get to the bottom of things, especially when it benefits them.

Although Feng Qingxue always complained about her son's dark skin, in everyone's eyes his skin was white.

Xue Dongmei kept nodding, "Yes, it is our blessing."

Although the work is usually tiring, they do not suffer from the double torture of mental and physical here.

"The Lu family is kind, and this child is good-hearted. We are lucky to meet them." Bai Yuesheng said to his wife Xue Dongmei after understanding the reason. "Now that we have been sent down to the countryside, thanks to the care of their family, we are living a much more comfortable life than in the city."

"Yes, yes. We also prepared a birthday present for Xi Bao."

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "Come inside and talk. Don't stand in the yard. You're tired after working all day. Let's sit down and talk. It's Xibao's birthday, so let's get together and have a good meal."

"Xibao, you have received so many gifts, hurry up and thank your grandparents." Feng Qingxue reminded.

She felt it within just a dozen days of coming here, as if all the shackles were gone.

As soon as she finished speaking, Fubao burst into tears and pointed at Xibao's new clothes, which were very different from the ones she had seen before. She said breathlessly, "Mom, my brother has new clothes, I want them too, I want them too!"

"You have it too, you have it too!" Feng Qingxue was afraid of this, "Your clothes are prettier than your brother's. Come on, mom will put them on for you."

Fubao immediately burst into laughter.

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