Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

The old leader was very concerned about the lives of the working people and carefully asked Feng Qingxue what kind of food was the staple food in her hometown, what kind of oil she usually eats, what kind of clothes she wears, what proportion of fine grains, what proportion of coarse grains, whether non-staple food is available, etc. , Regarding this aspect, Feng Qingxue answered clearly. After all, the life of the Wanglou Brigade is at the leading level in the country.

"So, the living conditions in your hometown are very good!" The old leader was shocked, with a trace of relief on his face, "Huaihai City, I remembered that such a document was sent to me, saying that Wang Lou The brigade has not starved to death for a few years. This is the best news I have heard. How far is your hometown from the Wanglou brigade?"

"Our home is in the Wanglou Brigade, next to the Furong Mountain." Feng Qingxue was secretly surprised, surprised that the report about the Wanglou Brigade was actually delivered to the old leader.

The old leader was stunned, "Furong Mountain is where the heroes and martyrs are buried!"

"Yes, you are right!" Feng Qingxue was even more surprised. If Lu Jiang hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known that the mountain to the north of Cao Lake was Furong Mountain. The old leader actually remembered it clearly and knew where it was. Buried fallen heroes.

"Since you are from Wanglou Village, I have to ask you about someone." The old leader said.

Feng Qingxue glanced at Wang Xinsheng and said, "You said that as long as I know everything, I must know everything and tell you everything."

There was nothing strange on Wang Xinsheng's face. Although the old leader knew that he was from Wanglou Village, he never went back after leaving home. The old leader also knew that, so he never asked him about anyone. To be honest, he was quite curious. Curious as to who was worthy of the old leader's question, Feng Qingxue put the business aside.

The old leader tapped his fingers on the coffee table next to him, "There is a big landowner in Wanglou Village, his surname is Lu, and his name is Lu Zhiyuan. During the Anti-Japanese War, he donated a lot of materials to the army. There are three IOUs written by me. , not to mention the handwriting of other generals, I guess the total is quite a lot. Of course, I have never met him, but I have written him two letters of thanks and told him that he can use the evidence to collect debts in the future. In twenty or thirty years, I have never heard of anyone from the Lu family using evidence to repay their debts to the government, and I have never heard of such a thing even in those years. So, Comrade Qingxue, do you know this person?"

Neither Wang Xinsheng nor Feng Qingxue expected that the person the old leader was asking about was Father Lu.

How is Father Lu's situation? Wang Xinsheng can't say anything. In the eyes of outsiders, he has had nothing to do with the Lu family from beginning to end. Now he is just comparing Xibao to Xibao because he met Xibao by chance on the plane. He just mentioned it casually in front of the old leader. .

Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and did not answer directly, "I'm afraid I'll tell you, you always joke."

The old leader said in confusion: "I don't understand what you are saying. Please tell me and let me listen."

"The Lu Zhiyuan you are talking about is none other than our Xibao's grandfather. Now he is raising cattle and mules for the country in good health and taking care of his grandson. It's very good." Feng Qingxue's thoughts turned and the words came out. .

The old leader blurted out: "Isn't Grandpa Xibao your father-in-law?"

Feng Qingxue nodded and admitted, "Yes."

"This is true! I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it's a coincidence!" The old leader was surprised and happy, and touched Xibao's head, "Little Xibao, you are now my little creditor, no wonder you Open your mouth and ask me for flowers!"