While Feng Qingxue and Wang Fengqiao were chatting and laughing at home, the old leader was also greeting Lu Zhiyuan and Wang Zhengguo cordially.

Wang Zhengguo was so excited that he inevitably stumbled when answering.

The old leader joked: "No wonder you are Xibao's great-uncle, look how similar the tone of voice is!"

Xibao is young and speaks relatively late. Now he cannot speak very long sentences. He always bursts out two or three words in two or three words. If he speaks too long, he will stutter and break up.

Wang Zhengguo never expected that the old leader would be so approachable and funny, and he felt relieved, "I don't dare to compare with Xibao."

"Ah?" Xibao looked questioning.

The old leader touched his little head and said, "Eat your fruit, grandpa, talk to your grandpa and uncle."

"Oh!" Xibao continued to immerse himself in the bowl, swung his fork to poke at the apple inside, and swallowed it in his mouth. It was Secretary Tang who poured the can into the bowl so that he could eat it by himself.

The old leader looked at Father Lu, "Comrade Lu Zhiyuan, we have been friends for a long time, and we finally meet today."

Father Lu smiled and said: "We have looked up to the old leader for a long time. If the old leader was not so approachable and always remembers little things from the past, how would we have the chance to meet the old leader? These days, Xibao has caused trouble for you."

"This boy is very smart and cute. He brings us laughter. Why is there any trouble? Anyway, as your little grandson, he is also a little creditor of the country!" The old leader glanced at Xibao and then looked at him again. Turning to the thin but elegant and open-minded old man in front of him, he said sternly: "Devoting one's heart to the country does not matter the size of one's efforts. Everyone who contributes will have merit. Comrade Lu donated money and property to support the Anti-Japanese War. He is so devoted and devoted. How can this be a small matter?"

When Father Lu heard this, he said seriously: "Old leader, you have oversold me. Your property is nothing more than personal possessions. Although it embodies the efforts of our ancestors and fellow villagers, it cannot be compared to the heroic actions of the old leader leading the army and the people in the war, which are the sacrifices of countless heroes." The price of blood has led to today's prosperity and peace. Didn't the atomic bomb explode last month? The news in the newspapers was overwhelming. An atomic bomb has added a powerful weapon to our country, and it will no longer be humiliated by foreign powers. Without the backing of the state, how can those technicians conduct research safely? "

Having said this, he smiled slightly and said, "Country, country, only a country has a home. If the old leader has the opportunity, he should really go to our place and listen to the people's heartfelt gratitude and respect. We We all survived the war years and crawled out of the dead, so we especially cherish the peace and prosperity now, how hard-won it is! Old leader, our family and fellow villagers are all taking care of you. How can Xibao think of himself as a creditor of the country without having to live in an atmosphere of chaos? Xibao is young and ignorant, let alone talking about small creditors in front of him all the time, making him think that the country really owes him. When we talk about debt, it’s not that the country owes us, but that we owe the country and the country’s life-saving grace.”

The old leader was very moved when he heard this and patted Lu Zhiyuan on the shoulder, "Little Xibao has a good upbringing. I know that without the words and deeds of the elders, Xibao would never be as lovable as he is now!"

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