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

Chen Xiaobao, who had nothing to do, joined in the fun. Apart from bickering with Jiang Xiaoyue, he just teased Xibao. With such three children, the whole journey was lively and eye-catching.

"Chen Xiaobao is Commander Chen's eldest grandson." Jiang Xiaoyue finally remembered to introduce Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue was stunned for a moment, no wonder she was so familiar with Jiang Xiaoyue, they were both big brothers.

None of them were short of money. They all had tickets in their hands. They walked through the department store and bought a lot of things. All the big and small bags were piled on Chen Xiaobao. After shopping, the four of them went to Quanjude. As a result, the place was packed with people. There were only a few people waiting in line, but Xibao was so hungry that they couldn't stand it anymore, so they gave up the roast duck and went to Donglaishun instead.

Shabu-shabu mutton in a charcoal-fired copper pot costs two yuan a plate, while grilled mutton skewers cost two cents a skewer.

Four people ate a total of ten yuan.

Although Jiang Xiaoyue said she was treating, Feng Qingxue paid the money first.

"Sister Xue, I told you I was treating you, why are you paying for it so quickly?" Jiang Xiaoyue complained repeatedly, "Next time we go out to eat during the break, you are not allowed to pay the bill!"

"Okay!" Feng Qingxue agreed simply.

Xibao nodded, "Okay!"

When it was time to rest again, Jiang Xiaoyue had no chance to treat guests, because the cultural troupe had performances and she couldn't be separated. When she finally took a break, Wang Xinsheng's work came to an end and asked the security guards to be picked up by Xibao and Feng Qingxue. at home.

Wang Xinsheng's children are either at work or in school, and are not at home. There are only his elders, secretaries and guards.

Wang Xinsheng was about to take Xibao out to play, when Feng Qingxue took out the baggage she had brought, "Uncle, didn't Xibao say last time that the old leader's clothes were torn? I pulled a few feet of cloth and made it for the old leader. I have a pair of clothes and two pairs of shoes. Please give them to the old leader when you take Xibao out for a walk."

Wang Xinsheng was stunned, "Are you serious about it?"

"Is it still a lie? As a mother, I will naturally do what Xibao said for him. A gentleman promises a thousand pieces of gold. Even if Xibao is a child, I must teach him to do what he says." Feng Qingxue answered seriously. road.

"How do you know the size of the old chief?"

Feng Qingxue smiled sheepishly, "When I sent Xibao to sleep, I asked Secretary Tang privately."

"I understand. You two should have a good chat at home, and we won't disturb you anymore!" Wang Xinsheng picked up the heavy baggage and left with Xibao in hand. Xibao did not forget to wave to his mother and his new grandma. .

The old leader looked particularly happy to see Xibao, "Old Wang, you came just in time. Can you look at the address on the envelope?"

Wang Xinsheng stretched his head and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment.

The recipient of the letter is Lu Zhiyuan, the receiving address is Wanglou Brigade, and the sender and address are naturally the old leader and the management department that specializes in receiving and sending letters.

"Old leader, the address is correct and the name of the recipient is correct. Who is this?"

"Although Comrade Lu Zhiyuan cares about the country and is unwilling to use IOUs to collect debts, I don't feel good about it. I have been paid this month, so I will send some to him. I will also send a telegram to ask the local government to pay more attention to Comrade Lu Zhiyuan. We must ensure that "Comrade Lu Zhiyuan's later life." The old leader was a little embarrassed, "Although it was the beginning of the month when Xibao and his wife came last time, and my salary had just been paid, more than half of my salary was gone before I could get it. I couldn't get it out. I won’t write this letter until my salary is paid this month.”

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