Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 671 - 0671 A Letter 6_1

Chapter 671: Chapter 0671 A Letter 6_1

There were two pairs of shoes, one pair of single shoes and one pair of cotton shoes, both with a white layer of layered sole, black striped velvet surface, closely stitched evenly, anyone who sees them would say that the shoemaker put a lot of thought into them.

The clothes were a gray Zhongshan suit with a large pointed collar that the former leader frequently wore. The fabric was cotton gabardine, neat and tidy.

There was not a part of the outfit that did not fit the former leader or was inappropriate when he put it on.

"This child has great craftsmanship, it’s no less than master craftsman Tian. The shoes fit well and are comfortable." The former leader touched the cuff, "A lot of thought and time must have gone into these, and they must have cost a bit. I’ve heard, cotton gabardine is not easy to come by."

After considering for a moment, Wang Xinsheng quietly admired the skills of Feng Qingxue, but laughed and said, "You are underestimating people. Xiaoxue’s two salaries are enough to raise a child. Though they do need to bear the living expenses of the elders and children in the family, their expenses are far less than yours. So, how can they not afford a piece of cotton gabardine? Xibao, am I right or not?"

"Right!" Xibao answered loudly as his chubby hands touched the former leader’s new trousers, "They haven’t torn yet!"

The former leader laughed, "Young one, let me tell you, even if trousers get torn, we can patch them, right? Patching isn’t anything to be ashamed of. I’ve even dared to meet foreign guests in trousers patched on the rear! They didn’t have any complaints either! Your grandfather is also a laborer. The food we eat and the clothes we wear are the fruits of labor. Even the patch on the clothes is made from cotton grown by our laboring people and woven by our workers, every thread contains the heart’s blood and sweat of the sons and daughters of workers and farmers."

Whether he understood or not, the young one simply nodded repeatedly.

Seeing Xibao’s response, Wang Xinsheng couldn’t help but feel sentimental. Regardless of his reaction, everyone couldn’t help but like him.

"Xibao, do you understand what Grandpa means?" Wang Xinsheng asked.

Xibao nodded his little head, "Hmm!"

Everyone knew he did not understand, but his response still filled everyone with happiness.

Other than gifts from foreign friends, the former leader never accepted any valuable gifts from anyone. Furthermore, the valuable gifts from foreign friends were given by him to the state. The produce that couldn’t be preserved was distributed among his people. Therefore, upon accepting Feng Qingxue’s clothing and shoes as a gift, he immediately asked secretary Tang to prepare gifts as a return gesture.

Wang Xinsheng said, "You don’t have any money or items for a return gift. So, what will you give? I say, Xiaoxue greatly admires you. A piece of your calligraphy as a return gift for her would be a hundred times more valuable than any money or item you could give. Isn’t that right, Xibao?"

"Right!" Xibao’s voice was very loud, "Mom loves books!"

"Your mother likes reading?"

Seeing Xibao nod vigorously, the former leader selected a few books from his own collection that had his handwritten notes and reviews, and gave them to Wang Xinsheng to give to Feng Qingxue, among them were two pieces of paper with his personally written poetry. After Wang Xinsheng and Xibao had eaten and drunk their fill and left, the leader added another hundred yuan on the remittance note to Lu Zhiyuan.

Such a letter and such a remittance note caused quite a sensation when they arrived in Huaibei City.

The post office workers, upon sorting out the letters and money orders and discovering who the sender and issuer were, immediately reported to their superiors, who then reported to the government. The result was that Cheng Baoguo and a few government officials personally delivered the letter and remittance note to Lu Zhiyuan.

...I didn’t write much because of an appointment. Make do with it for now, I’ll write more in the daytime.