Chapter 1640 Wearing Urea 4

Following closely behind Zheng Huihui was Xing Yushan, who asked Guan Yu and Zhou Zhou to bring something to his brother and younger brother.

Xing Yushan was particularly concerned about his elder and younger brothers. Every year, he would send the saved food back to subsidize his brothers while ensuring his own survival. His elder brother Xing Minshan also often sent him money and some things that were not available in the countryside but could be bought in the capital. The brotherly love was the envy of others.

Wang Huan, who had framed Zhou Zhou, was too embarrassed to come. Other educated youth from the capital, like Zhou Zhou, usually had to rely on money and things sent from home to survive. How could they send anything back? Therefore, they did not come to disturb Guan Yu and Zhou Zhou.

Next, Zhou Zhou prepared to visit his relatives.

She specially used the cloth sent by Feng Qingxue to make a new set of clothes for herself, Guan Yu and Lu Tianzhi, which were jackets and trousers to wear over the cotton-padded jackets. She also made herself a woolen coat using the bright red woolen fabric.

The sewing machine that Feng Qingxue used when she got married has been kept at home. In addition to being used by her family, fellow villagers also come to borrow it.

With the help of the sewing machine, Zhou Zhou quickly finished the clothes.

Hong Zhanjun was getting older and his eyesight wasn't very good, so it took him a long time to recognize Zhou Zhou.

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The cold wind is as sharp as a knife. Ten layers of clothes are not as good as one cotton coat, let alone pants made of nylon bags?

"You can't stretch it out, it's so cold!"

Guan Yu pulled Zhou Zhou's scarf closer and adjusted his hat. "Put your hands in your sleeves and don't stick them out. I'll take care of the luggage."

"I'm wearing gloves!"

He was particularly kind to Guan Yu, let him in, and poured him tea.

Zhou Zhou cherishes his current life more and more and is grateful to Lu Jiang and his wife.

However, on the way out, the two were still wearing their old clothes.

Compared with Huaihai City, the wind here is stronger, the snow is heavier, and the cold is more biting.

Even though they were old clothes, they looked much better than the people they saw wearing urea pants.

"Hey, the little girl is back, the little girl is back, why didn't you say hello?" Seeing Zhou Zhou standing in the snow in a red woolen coat, slender and beautiful, like a red plum, Hong Zhanjun smiled from ear to ear and noticed Guan Yu at the same time, "Who is this guy? Zhou Zhou, is he your girlfriend?"

Hong Zhanjun clapped his hands and laughed, "Good, good, good, the Lu family is a good family. From top to bottom, the old and the children are all kind-hearted. Zhou Zhou, you are lucky. It is your blessing to have such a family. Your grandmother and I can rest assured."

Zhou Zhou hadn't been back for several years. She had grown up and dressed up beautifully. No one recognized her and she didn't meet any acquaintances.

She wanted to face Grandpa and Grandma Hong in her best condition and tell them that she was living a good life.

Zhou Zhou hummed, "Grandpa, this is my revolutionary comrade Guan Yu, Xi Bao's brother."

They did not go directly to Hong Zhanjun's home, but rested in the guesthouse for one night. They knocked on the door of Hong's house early the next morning wearing new clothes and carrying the prepared gifts.

We arrived in the capital smoothly and had a mouthful of snow as soon as we got off the car.

Guan Yu quickly said, "Grandpa, don't do this, I'll do it myself."

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Hong Zhanjun did not argue with him.

Over the years, Mr. and Mrs. Lu Jiang sent him food, clothing and daily necessities every year. Feng Qingxue also often came to visit him when she was studying in the capital. No matter how he refused, it was useless. He naturally felt very close to the Lu family.

. . . There was a saying at that time: big cadres, small cadres, each with a pair of nylon pants. Japanese in front, urea in the back, with percentages stuck in the crotch. Wearing black, wearing blue, there are no members.

(End of this chapter)