Chapter 392 Solution 2

Feng Qingxue had already noticed this situation, and was secretly glad that Father Lu was not as criticized by the general public as she had imagined. She was also glad that the children were successfully settled under her name. Everyone knew about it when the grain was distributed, and no one seemed to say anything. "I thought it was my uncle who managed it well." Lian Dadi thought that Lu Jiang was serving as a soldier on the front line, and that it was his own merits as a doctor.

Wang Zhengguo sighed, "If they didn't have the foundation they laid before, do you think they would be so good?"

Feng Qingxue remembered what Hong Ling's mother said when they were digging wild vegetables that year. Even her married daughter said that the Lu family was kind, which showed that the Lu family's usual behavior had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Although there are bound to be some villains who will cling to national regulations when they get carried away, most people won't do that, and that's enough.

"I've never heard my father say that, and A Jiang didn't tell me either." Feng Qingxue glanced at Lu Jiang.

Lu Jiang said innocently: "I don't even know myself, how can I tell you?" He was not at home at the time, and only found out later that his house had been raided. He had no idea of ​​the specific circumstances. It was only recently that his father passed on his experiences to him, and only then did he understand the ins and outs of that year and the old man's predictions for the future.

Wang Zhengguo laughed and said, "Your father would never sing praises for himself."

Uncle Xu poured a cup of wine for Father Lu, "Brother, I won't say anything, toast to you!"

Father Lu was smiling and didn't say anything. After finishing his drink, he said to Wang Zhengguo, "Your brother, you have to be careful. I think the situation in the country is not good. There will be a turmoil in three to five years. There are many people who use chicken feathers as a token of authority."

No one knew who the last sentence was mocking, but everyone present understood it.

"Can it be killed with one stick?" Wang Zhengguo asked.

The "beat to death" he mentioned certainly did not mean to beat Wang Zhengjun to death, but to prevent him from doing evil.

Everyone present understood, thought about it carefully, and shook their heads.

This is an era where upright gentlemen work diligently, and this is an era where despicable villains show off their power. If you don't hit the snake at its most vulnerable part, you will be hard to guard against when it bites back.

"The only way at the moment is to use stillness to overcome movement." Father Lu said calmly.

Wang Zhengguo sighed, "I think so too. I don't believe he can turn the tables. He doesn't have the final say in the Wanglou Battalion."

Feng Qingxue was very worried that he would cause trouble for the Lu family in a few years, "How do we solve the problem of him asking for food?"

"Your uncle is a face-conscious person. Face is above everything else."

"I remember my aunt said that on the day of my cousin's wedding, my uncle didn't give any gift money and even sat in the seat of honor. If someone cares about his reputation, he wouldn't do that, right?" However, Wang Zhengjun was dressed very respectably at that time.

Wang Zhengguo laughed and said, "He acts like the best in the world in front of us peasants. He doesn't care about us country folk, that's why he does that. But in the city, in front of the neighbors, in front of colleagues at work, he is a different person. He cares a lot about his reputation and is most afraid of losing face. Zhu Dani has already made a scene, he will never let anyone know that he came to us to ask for food. Aren't you going to the city to mail things tomorrow morning? I'll go to the city too, I'll bring him food!"

He prepared twenty pounds of dried sweet potatoes, a few corn cobs, a bundle of dried beans, a few cabbages, and a basket of spicy radishes. He borrowed the production team's mule cart to send Lu Jiangfeng Qingxue to the post office first, and then he slowly hurried to the gate of the Mining Bureau.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

(End of this chapter)