Now, everyone understood. He was suggesting that his mom could make it.
Feng Qingxue said, "Grandpa’s clothes are torn. Is it okay if Mom uses the cloth everyone gave Xibao to make a new outfit for Grandpa?"
"Yes!" Xibao agreed loudly without any hesitation, "Grandpa, Huahua, Mom, Grandpa’s are torn, Mom will fix it!" The chubby little hands kept touching the patches with an expression of great sympathy.
A big red flower and a big chubby face looked extremely hilarious no matter how you saw it.
Wang Xinsheng was laughing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath.
The old chief touched Xibao’s chubby face, "What a lovely child, so sweet-spoken!"
Lan Tianming, who had just entered, was also stunned. Zhao Hanzhi had asked Xibao to speak sweetly before they left. Was this what he meant? This was more than just being a bit sweet. His mouth was completely packed with sugar, it was chokingly sweet!
Even Secretary Tang couldn’t help but ask the cook to prepare two tasty snacks for Xibao.
Seeing the food, Xibao didn’t rush over blindly. Instead, he moved his hand, caressing the patch, to his watermelon-like belly and pitifully told the old chief, "Baby’s hungry! Hungry!"
The old chief handed him a piece of pea yellow, in return he received a sweet ’thank you’.
While Xibao was licking and gnawing at the pea-yellow, the old chief finally had a spare moment to kindly say to Feng Qingxue, "This child has been brought up well by you! No wonder Xinsheng couldn’t stop raving about him after he returned from his southwestern and northwestern inspection tours. He’s so blessed, your family’s living conditions must be not bad, right?"
Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "Speaking of which, the first person we have to thank is you. Without your wise leadership, how could we enjoy such a good life today? We no longer live in fear, always on the run. Our hometown’s production brigade harvests bumper crops year after year. Every adult under the age of sixty, regardless of their gender, can receive four hundred and fifty pounds of food. Children under three can receive one hundred and fifty pounds, children aged three to seven can receive two hundred pounds, children aged seven to twelve can get two hundred and sixty pounds, young men and women between twelve and sixteen and the elderly over sixty can get three hundred and sixty pounds of food. So, would you say that life in our old home is going well? Who wouldn’t say it’s good?"
Hearing her mention about grain rationing in her hometown, the old chief kept nodding his head and asked, "I remember Xinsheng mentioned that you two come from the same hometown. You are from Huaibei city, right? That battle back then really left everything in ruins. More than a decade ago, I remember it was three years after the founding of the nation, I visited Huaibei city, climbed Shifo Mountain, and had a photo taken at Drunk Pavilion."
"We greening the barren hills, and turning poor mountains into rich ones. The locals have never forgotten your instructions."
The old chief laughed, "Rare, rare! It’s been more than a decade, and you still remember. How old were you then?"
"Although I was young at that time, the elders passed it on to me!" She hadn’t worked much on this issue over the years, as everyone was scrambling for a living. Aside from government staff who planted trees every spring, the peasants almost never mentioned it.
Feng Qingxue had anticipated that she would interact with high-ranking officials in the future, so she made a point to clearly understand and memorize these matters.
Wang Xinsheng was greatly surprised. He hadn’t expected that Feng Qingxue and Xibao would perform so well. While he provided the opportunity, whether or not they could win the old chief’s favor depended solely on Feng Qingxue and Xibao’s abilities.
Clearly, Xibao had won the old chief’s affection and Feng Qingxue had also met his satisfaction.
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