Chapter 669 A Letter 6
The two pairs of shoes are one pair of single shoes and one pair of cotton shoes. Both have a thousand-layer sole wrapped in a layer of white cloth, a black corduroy surface, and dense and neat stitching. Anyone who sees them will say that the shoemaker is very attentive.
The clothes were the gray Zhongshan suit with a large pointed collar that the old leader often wore. The fabric was serge and it was neat and tidy.
The old chief wore it and every part of it fit him perfectly.
"This kid has great craftsmanship, not worse than Master Tian's. The shoes fit very well and are very comfortable." The old leader touched the cuffs. "It must have taken a lot of thought and time, and a lot of money. I've heard that serge material is not easy to buy."
Wang Xinsheng looked at her for a moment, secretly praising Feng Qingxue's ability, but said with a smile: "You underestimate me too much. Xiaoxue and her husband raise a child with their salary. Although they need to bear the living expenses of the elderly and children at home, it is much less than your expenses. How can you not afford a piece of serge? Xibao, am I right?"
"Yes!" Xi Bao answered loudly, and Xiao Pang touched the old leader's new pants with his hands, "It's not torn!"
The old leader laughed and said, "Little guy, let me tell you, if your pants are torn, just patch them up. Patching is not something to be ashamed of. I even wore pants with patches on the back to meet foreign guests, and they didn't say I was wrong! Your grandfather is also a working people. The clothes we wear and the food we eat are the fruits of the hard work of the working people. Even the patched cloth is made of cotton grown by the working people and the cloth woven by the workers. The warp and weft are full of the hard work and sweat of the children of workers and peasants."
Seeing Xi Bao like this, Wang Xinsheng couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions. Just based on this child's reaction, it was impossible for others not to like her.
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Everyone knew that he didn't understand at all, but they were still very happy to hear his answer.
Wang Xinsheng said, "You have no money and no things, so what gift can you give in return? I would say that Xiaoxue admires you very much. Giving her your calligraphy as a return gift is a hundred times more valuable than the money or things you mentioned! Isn't that right, Xibao?"
"Yes!" Xi Bao said loudly, "Mom, the book!"
Except for foreign friends, the old leader never accepted expensive gifts from anyone, and the more expensive gifts from foreign friends were handed over to the country by him, and the specialties that could not be preserved were distributed to people around him. So after accepting the clothes and shoes made by Feng Qingxue, he immediately asked Secretary Tang to prepare money and other things as a return gift.
Regardless of whether he understood or not, the little guy just nodded.
"Xibao, do you understand what grandpa means?" Wang Xinsheng asked.
Xi Bao nodded her little head, "Yeah!"
"Does your mother like reading?"
Seeing Xibao nodding vigorously, the old leader selected several books with his own annotations and comments from his collection and gave them to Wang Xinsheng to bring to Feng Qingxue. There were two pieces of paper with his own poems written on them. After Wang Xinsheng and Xibao left after eating and drinking, the old leader added an extra hundred yuan to the remittance slip for Lu Zhiyuan.
When such a letter and such a remittance slip were sent to Huaihai City, they immediately caused a sensation.
When the post office staff were sorting letters and remittance slips, they found out who the sender and remitter were and immediately reported it to their superiors, who then reported it to the government. The final result was that Cheng Baoguo and several government officials personally handed the letters and remittance slips to Lu Zhiyuan.
... Because I had an appointment, I didn’t write much. Just read it for now and I’ll write more during the day.
(End of this chapter)