The old chief was very concerned about the lives of the working people, and carefully asked Feng Qingxue what kind of food is the staple food in his hometown, what kind of oil he usually eats, what kind of clothes he wears, what proportion of fine grains are occupied, what proportion of coarse grains are occupied, and whether non-staple foods are available, etc., and so on.

"So, the living conditions in your hometown are very good!" The old chief's spirit was shocked, and his face showed a hint of relief,

"Huaihai City, I remember, there is such a document sent to me, saying that the Wanglou Brigade has not starved to death for several years, and it 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 that Furong Mountain." Feng Qingxue was secretly surprised, surprised that the report on the Wang Lou Brigade was actually sent to the old chief.

The old chief was stunned,

"Furong Mountain is the place where the bones of the heroes are buried!"

"Yes, you're right!" Feng Qingxue was even more surprised, if it wasn't for Lu Jiang telling her, she wouldn't have known that the mountain north of Caohu Lake was Furong Mountain, the old chief actually remembered it clearly, and knew that the sacrificed heroes were buried there.

"Since you are from Wanglou Village, then I have to ask you about someone." The old chief said. Feng Qingxue glanced at Wang Xinsheng,

"You say, "Whatever I know, I must know everything and say everything." Wang Xinsheng's face was not unusual, although the old chief knew that he was from Wanglou Village, but he never went back after leaving his hometown, and the old chief also knew, so he never asked him who it was, to be honest, he was also very curious, curious about who was worthy of the old chief's question, but put the business aside.

The old chief's fingers tapped on the coffee table next to him,

"There is a big landlord in Wanglou Village, surnamed Lu, called Lu Zhiyuan, during the Anti-Japanese War, he can donate a lot of materials to the troops, there are three IOUs written by me alone, not to mention the handwriting of other generals, I estimate that the total number is really a lot. Of course, I didn't meet him, but I wrote him two thank-you letters, telling him that he could use the evidence to collect his debts in the future. This is twenty or thirty years, and I have never heard that the people of the Lu family have relied on the evidence to repay their debts from the government, even in those years, I have never heard of such a thing. So, Comrade Qingxue, do you know this person? Wang Xinsheng and Feng Qingxue didn't expect that the person the old leader inquired about was actually Father Lu.

What is the situation of Lu's father, Wang Xinsheng can't speak, in the eyes of outsiders, from beginning to end, he has nothing to do with the Lu family, and now he is more Xibao because of the chance encounter with Xibao on the plane, and he just mentioned it casually in front of the old chief.

Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and did not answer directly,

"I'm afraid to say it, you old joke." The old chief said incomprehensibly: "I don't understand this, let me hear it." ”

"The Lu Zhiyuan you are talking about is none other than our grandfather Xibao, who is now healthy and healthy to raise cattle and mules for the country and take care of his grandson, which is very good." Feng Qingxue's mind turned, and the words came out.

The old chief blurted out: "Isn't Grandpa Xibao your father-in-law?" Feng Qingxue nodded and admitted,

"Yes."

"That's true! I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it's just a coincidence! The old chief was surprised and delighted, and touched the top of Xibao's head,

"Little Xibao, you are now my little creditor, no wonder you open your mouth to ask me for flowers!"