At this moment, Xue Xiang didn't tell the reason for sending red envelopes, but also agreed to keep them confidential, which relieved their worries. It would be strange if the red envelopes could not be sent out.

After receiving the red envelope, the children ran away as if they were blown up a camp and heard them discussing what spring thunder to buy from afar.

After seeing off a group of children, Xue Xiang waited to continue moving forward. But before he could turn around, he heard a strange but familiar greeting, "You Xue Xiang is capable, even Ni'er and the others can send out red envelopes."

Xue Xiang turned around and saw a simple, old but charitable and sad face. Who else could he have been the leader of Zhenhua?

After careful calculation, Xue Xiang met Chief Zhenhua last time in August last year, only half a year has passed since now.

But Xue Xiang felt that for the past six months, Chief Zhenhua had gone very quickly.

The past half year has not only dyed Zhenhua's hair white and his sideburns bald, but also carved new dense grooves on his already dense forehead. His already skinny body shape was almost too thin to hold his clothes.

"Xue Xiang, happy new year!"

Speaking, Chief Zhenhua smiled and stretched out his hand.

Speaking of which, Xue Xiang was rude. Chief Zhenhua had already greeted him, but he should have replied no matter what, but now Xue Xiang was speechless, which was considered a great offense, and even asked Chief Zhenhua to let out a second call.

At this moment, when he saw Xue Xiang being stunned, Chief Zhenhua didn't care at all, but a trace of warmth was still flowing in his heart. He had read a lot of people, and he could understand the content in Xue Xiang's eyes.

"Chief, you have lost weight!"

Xue Xiang did not say New Year's words. Finally, he stretched out his hands and held Chief Zhenhua's big hand tightly.

"You are not fat either!"

Chief Zhenhua smiled and patted Xue Xiang on the shoulder, "How about it, are you okay at Mingzhu? I heard that you are making trouble again at Mingzhu. You are unwilling to live in peace no matter where you go!"

Xue Xiang was embarrassed, just about to be broken down, Chief Zhenhua waved his hand, "No need to say anything, what should be done. You have to do it. As long as you determine the right thing and what is beneficial to the people, let it go. I know you are a good boy. Remember, only those who don't do things will never make mistakes. Don't be afraid that others will say that our country and the party want are people who dare to do things. Xue Xiang, do it well!"

After saying that, Chief Zhenhua let go of Xue Xiang's big hand and strode away.

Far away, his thin body seemed to be broken by the cold wind at any time, but his waist was straight and he walked so steadily and vigorously, suddenly, snowflakes flew from the sky, like cotton. Gradually, the thin figure of the leader Zhenhua was obscured by the wind and snow, and Xue Laosan's eyes suddenly became a little wet.

He knew many things that he could not say or was not qualified to say, but he would remember the care and kindness that Chief Zhenhua had for him in his life!

After wiping the corners of his eyes and calming down, Xue Xiang then headed towards the big tiled house.

When he reached the door, Xue Xiang suddenly stopped and stared at Hongyan in front of the door.

Speaking of which, the old leader is at the top, but his family is like an ordinary family. He still has to post Spring Festival couplets and hang New Year pictures.

There is nothing new about New Year's paintings. The left door holds a whip, Yuchi Gong, and Qin Shubao, the right door holds a mace, and Xue Xiang has seen countless times in his past and present life, so he will naturally not pay attention to it.

However, when this Spring Festival couplet caught my eye, Xue Xiang had the urge to take it into his arms and put it back to his home.

It turned out that Xue Xiang saw that this was the handwritten book of the old leader, and the two handwritten books given by Xue Anyuan on his 60th birthday and his third brother Xue’s wedding.

The first couplet is to celebrate the New Year; the second couplet is to celebrate the festival. The name is Changchun; it happens to be Xue Xiang’s favorite pair of Spring Festival couplets.

"Little comrade, please rest in Building 3 northeast direction!"

Xue Xiangzheng was so impressed that he heard a voice in his ear. When he looked up, he saw a white middle-aged man in Zhongshan outfit.

Xue Xiang, who had been to Meiyuan, naturally knew the rules of Meiyuan. The younger generation who came with the elders could only rest in Building 3.

"Thank you!"

Xue Xiang handed two jars of soaked three peppers to Bai Jingzhong, then turned around and prepared to leave.

After saying this, Xue Xiang felt relieved.

It turned out that somehow, the longer we didn’t meet each other, the more afraid he was of these old men. He had always wanted to come today, but since Xue Anyuan had told him, it would be impossible not to come.

But even if he couldn't help but come, Xue Xiang was unwilling to be paid attention to.

According to Xue Xiang's idea, the best result was to go to the ground and hand over the gifts. The cat stood in the crowd for a while and then slipped away.

In this way, the etiquette was considered complete, and he took off his body without any damage, which can be called the "dual method".

Who would have thought that the result at the moment was even better than the two-way method, so he didn't have to come in at all. After he handed this special gift, the old leader naturally knew that he had come.

In this way, his intention was given, and no matter how good it was, it would be gone.

"Is it Xue Xiang outside the door?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xue Lao San took a step, the familiar voice of Mr. An came from the room. He usually heard the familiar numb voice. At this moment, it seemed like a thunder sounded in Xue Xiang's ears, and there was only one word left in his heart: Cun!

"What, you are Xue Xiang?"

The middle-aged man spoke in a simple manner and grabbed Xue Xiang's arm.

This white middle-aged man is the new life secretary of the old leader. Although he has never seen Xue Xiang, he has heard of his name and knows the relationship between the Xue family and the old leader. Just now, when he was serving several old comrades in the house, the old leaders talked about this Xue Yanei.

Even in an instant, my heart was filled with bitterness, but since I was discovered, Xue Xiang had no choice but to follow the white middle-aged man into the door.

The main house in Meiyuan was still in its original state, with a small courtyard, with vegetable beds like cuts and flocks of chickens and ducks. At this moment, Xue Laosan was unintentionally looking at the scenery in the garden. Because he stepped into the gate, he saw clearly that almost all the people sitting in the hall were what he was most afraid of, but had to see.

In addition to the old leader who lived in the main seat, the southern comrades stood beside him, including Mr. An, Mr. Wu, Mr. Shi, Chief Ge Yang, Old Mom, Mr. Dou and other old comrades. They were all here.

In addition, there are several second-generation heroes from the family, An Zaihai, the secretary of the Wuzhong Provincial Party Committee of An family, Shi Guozhong, the secretary of the Jianghuai Provincial Party Committee of the Shi family, Wu Tiege, the governor of the eastern Zhejiang of the Wu family, and Comrade Fei Lun, who was standing behind his old mother, who had not met but was quite familiar with him.

When Xue Xiang saw these prominent figures, he also saw him. Even though Xue Laosan asked about his own bad temper, he was also uncomfortable with the mountain's eyes.

Originally, Xue Laosan walked step by step for nearly half a minute only a distance of more than 20 meters from the courtyard to the main hall.

Fortunately, when he saw An Zaihai frowning at him before entering the door, Xue Laosan came to his senses. As soon as he stepped into the door, he quickly spoke to greetings.

After a few shriveled greetings to New Year, Mr. An was blowing his beard and wished he could use the crutch in his hand to give Xue Xiang a few ruthlessly, so that his elm-blocked head would be opened and figure out where this place was.

Speaking of which, it was not that Xue Laosan would be too shameful to the big scene. Back then, when he first came to Meiyuan, he dared to tell the story of the king of the island country to the leaders. At that time, he was full of energy and free and lively.

Why is Xue Laosan not as good as before today? The root cause is nothing more than the change in the identity of Xue Laosan today.

From a young man to an official at a certain level in the Republic system, his experience and knowledge have already undergone earth-shaking changes as his official rank increases.

Speaking of which, Xue was also an official of the Republic in his previous life, but in fact, the clerk of the Party History Office he used to work in could not even reach the immediate boss of a district, and he could hardly be considered a person in the officialdom.

But today, Xue Laosan is different from the past, and his horizons are wider. The more he knows, the more he naturally feels awe.

At this moment, think about Xue Laosan who talked about in this room back then, he was just an ignorant and fearless person, and a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

"It's really Xue Xiang. Lange saw that he was like a different person. Just now, Lange saw that you had just arrived at the door and was about to leave. What does this mean? I, an old man, live so old, and this is the first time I have seen you wish you a New Year like this!"

After Xue Xiang finished talking to the New Year greetings, he was very embarrassed while staying aside. The old leader of the master here finally spoke.

Xue Xiang was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. He wouldn't say anything that could block the way. This was a stupid thing. Not only did the immortals and Buddhas present look down on him, but he was simply a caring person who was offending the old leader to death.

"I think this kid is guilty!"

Mr. An stepped forward in time to resolve the embarrassment for Mr. Xue.

The old leader smiled and said, "I feel guilty when I am a thief? Why, what happened to this monkey kid again!"

"Old Nan, have you not heard that someone in our Sijiu City is marrying a princess recently?"

Mr. An smiled and continued, and then told the shocking noise that Xue Xiang had sent Kang Guizhi before the New Year.

Mr. An was originally a literati and had a very good literary talent. With just a few words, he described the movements of that day vividly, especially focusing on the final gift, he received more than 100,000 gifts.

Even though Xue Xiang knew that Mr. An was helping him and preparing for the absurdity that day, he still let out a cold sweat when he got the word "more than 100,000".

When Xue Laosan was about to break down the interface, he heard Mr. An say again: "Who knew that this kid had a bad fortune in his life, so he intercepted the Red Cross people!"

"The silly platform is simply a silly platform!"

As soon as Mr. An finished speaking, the old leader tapped the table and showed his attitude, "I originally thought that you have been through the wind and rain outside over the years and saw the world, and it is time to grow up. Lange knows that you are so stupid, you still love to make trouble. I think this is the case. You, Monkey King, should come back and sit in the central government and grind it. When will you wear off all the edges and corners of your body? When will you go down again?"
Chapter completed!