Chapter 1971: No. 1 in the Province 3

This year's exam is divided into arts and science. The arts exam subjects are Chinese, politics, mathematics, and history and geography, while the science exam subjects are Chinese, politics, mathematics, physics and chemistry. Applicants for foreign language majors will have an additional foreign language test.

The exam lasts for two days in total, with each subject taking half a day.

The total score of the four subjects is 400 points. It is said that the Shanghai area has finished the exam ten days in advance.

Although Xi Bao did not apply for the foreign language exam, he still took it. He found that Xie Fei was also in the foreign language examination room. The two youngest boys in the examination room smiled at each other at the same time.

"Thank you, Lu Tianmao. Your coat is very warm." After the exam, Xie Fei took off his coat and returned it to Xi Bao. "I didn't feel cold when I slept these two days. Many educated youths who shared a room with me took the exam while sick. You have saved my life. We must have a meal together when we get to the capital."

Father Lu and Cheng Baoguo were waiting outside the examination room and came over when they saw their grandson.

Xi Bao took the coat that Xie Fei returned to him, turned around, took the package that Cheng Baoguo was carrying and handed it to Xie Fei, "I'm looking forward to our dinner in the capital. In order to have a free meal, you have to take care of yourself. This is the clothes my mother made for me. I wore it out and gave it to you as a souvenir. When you wear it, you will remember that you owe me a meal."

Xi Bao waved her hand, "You're welcome, Xie Fei, we're going home, bye!"

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"Thank you, Lu Tianmao." Xie Fei whispered and kept it in mind.

In fact, it was the cotton-padded jacket that Cheng Baoguo and Lu's father brought into the city for him to replace. He felt that Xie Fei was still wearing thin clothes after returning the military coat, and the weather was getting colder and colder, just like today when the snow melted, it was even colder than when it snowed, so he decided to give it to Xie Fei to wear.

"You have to thank your mother!" Cheng Baoguo said on the way to Zhao Anbang's house, "If your mother hadn't made this leather coat for you, how could you be so kind as to lend it to others?"

He read in the newspaper that his grandfather had been rehabilitated. Perhaps one day in the future he would be able to buy a lot of new clothes, but at this moment, this set of old clothes was as heavy as a mountain and was what he urgently needed.

Xi Bao nodded heavily and said, "I'll call my mom when I get to my godfather's house."

Xi Bao opened it directly, put an old cotton-padded jacket on him, and stuffed the rest of the bag into his hands. "If you feel unworthy of it, return me a new one tomorrow. Exchanging old for new is a huge profit. I won't suffer any loss!"

Father Lu and Cheng Baoguo remained silent throughout the entire period, but they praised their grandson's actions.

Xie Fei moved his lips, not knowing what to say.

People at that time would not dislike old clothes. After all, most of them were patched up and torn to the point of being the most torn.

Feng Qingxue couldn't help but smile when she received the call. She was proud of her son and said, "You should be grateful to your uncle Hu from the Northeast. He has been helping our family collect fur and ginseng treasures over the years. Otherwise, how could you wear fur coats?"

"Then don't forget to say thank you for me, mom."

"Don't worry, I just happen to have something to send to them."

On the day when her eldest son took the college entrance examination, Feng Qingxue received more Northeastern mountain products from Lao Hu, including dried pheasants, wild rabbits, roe deer, fried pine nuts, hazelnuts and walnuts, dried wood ear, hazel mushrooms and hericium erinaceus, canned red sausages, several nitrate-treated mink skins, and a wooden box containing two old mountain ginsengs, which looked quite good.

The mountain products were prepared by Lao Hu, they were his own stuff, but the ginseng belonged to an old villager who was in urgent need of money.

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