At this time, the provincial capital was covered with grayness, cold and lonely.

The flowers and plants beside the walls and the roads have all withered, and the trees are so simple that they are left with branches. The north wind blows by, and they are cold and motionless.

There were a lot of people gathered on a platform at the train freight station. They looked very stylish, either with their hands behind their backs or with their waists on their waists.

Their eyes focused on the loading truck next to them. The loading of goods looked very simple. One type was packed with cartons with "cotton jackets" written on it, and the other type was bags. You can see that it was filled with rice.

Many young people, holding folders in their hands, guided the loaders and unloaders to move cotton coats or rice to designated carriages while taking notes.

Among those who are stylish and busy, there are also some people who are hot and carrying cameras, taking pictures from time to time.

But it seems that they have collected enough relevant materials, so the shooting is not very active, but looking at their appearance, it seems that they are looking forward to something.

Just after 9:30, a gray gl8 drove towards the platform, "Here, come,"

Those who were carrying hands behind their backs, those who were forked, and those who were carrying cameras ran towards the other side.

The business car stopped at the loader and unloader. Mei Qiuping and Feng Zhenchang, wearing bloated down jackets, got out of the car one after another. The couple looked at the lively things in front of them, and were very energetic.

"Uncle and Auntie," Guan Xing, who was in charge of the scene, ran over, "Why are you here now? It will take at least forty minutes to prepare,"

"It's okay, let's take a look," said Feng Zhenchang.

Guan Xing looked at him and felt that he was eager to try it out. He wanted to move a few items by himself, but this was not possible!

He immediately pointed to the carriage in front of him and introduced them to him.

"Thank you hard," Feng Zhenchang said to a loader who was breathing in front of him.

When the working wave first emerged, working as a loader and unloader at the train station was something that many people in the village yearned for, but then they worked hard like this, and they didn’t do it as much as they wanted.

The loader glanced at Feng Zhenchang, nodded, and went over.

He was a little confused about Feng Zhenchang's identity. Judging from his dress, he really didn't look like the owner of these goods.

At this time, those people carrying the camera ran over first, "Don't take pictures," said Mei Qiuping.

Guan Xing hurriedly led the two of them to stop him, "It's all closed, don't shoot,"

Those cameras were not turned off, they just didn't get closer.

At this time, the people who were gathered in a group ran over panting, "Mr. Feng, your kindness will help our 100,000 villagers. We must let them know what you look like, right?"

The person who spoke was the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau of a county in the northwest. His surname was Zhao. He was one of the cadres who came to contact several counties in the northwest this time.

"We are not for this," Feng Zhenchang shook his head, "I just want the families who are not very well-off for those days over there, and this winter is a little easier."

"Stop shooting," he was determined.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting," Seeing his appearance, the leaders ordered the staff they brought.

Then, the couple praised their enthusiasm for charity and kindness, and the ancient Taoist warm words piled up one by one.

While speaking, these cadres from the Northwest were also carefully looking at the couple in front of them. This was Feng Yiping's parents, and such an opportunity to get close to them was very rare.

They look pretty good, but their skin is rough and dark in both hands and face. At first glance, they are truly experienced and experienced.

The finger joints are very thick, and you can clearly see the calluses and veins on it. It is indeed the appearance of an authentic farmer.

Besides, the down jackets worn by the two of them have conspicuous trademarks on their chests. They are a well-known brand in China. The two pieces they wear are priced at about 500 yuan.

Looking at his feet, Feng Zhenchang was wearing a pair of cowhide shoes, while his wife was wearing a pair of handmade cloth warm shoes.

The most valuable thing for these two people is the basic watch in their hands. Those two watches are probably about 10,000 yuan.

To be honest, if you don’t look at the watches in their hands, their outfits are considered average in the county town of Director Zhao and his peers. I believe that no one except those who are familiar with them will think that these two are Feng Yiping’s parents.

Director Zhao has quietly taken off the thick fur coat he was wearing. In terms of price, even if he wore this leather coat on Feng Zhenchang, it would not insult his identity as the richest father.

Among the leaders who were around, more than one was doing such a thing.

Some cameras are still working, and Feng Zhenchang doesn't need them, but they need such images.

But if Feng Zhenchang and the others were photographed like this, the simplicity of them would make them feel a little extravagant - this would obviously not be very good.

"Mr. Feng, thank you very much for your enthusiasm. What you said is that with these clothes and food, many of our villagers will definitely be warmer this winter,"

"Our fellow villagers are so hard, not to mention the lack of water, especially many families have worked hard to survive the food for a year, and they don't even have enough food,"

"We know, we know," Feng Zhenchang nodded repeatedly.

They also have the time and thought to care about the situation in other parts of the country.

Only then did they realize that there were actually many places in China that were even harder than theirs.

Since they divided the land and got households, their lives were not very abundant, but they could always eat enough food. However, there were farmers in some places in China who couldn't even eat enough food now.

From becoming rich at home to becoming rich now, the old couple has not followed the trend and believed in Buddhism or more fashionable Christianity, but some concepts have indeed changed a lot.

Perhaps it was also influenced by their son. After donating several times, especially after donating to build the high school in the town, they were extremely satisfied. Now they don’t have to do their jobs, and they will take the initiative to do charity.

Originally, they all donated money anonymously to some institutions. Until this Mid-Autumn Festival, Feng Zhenchang took a checkbook and came to the institution where he often donated money, at the city branch.

Because this was his first time to donate to the city, the reception staff did not know his identity, and the unhappiness that happened later not only made him unwilling to donate to that institution, but also doubted whether the donations he had made before were used to be practical.

So this time, with the support of their son, they changed their methods and donated physical goods, and it seemed that they were something that the relevant people were not very popular with.

This time, their donations to the poor peasant brothers in the northwest were also the largest donation, with a total of 30 million - the income from the noodle restaurant in my hometown, including the part of my son, was in their hands. Over the years, they have accumulated a lot.

Seeing Feng Zhenchang empathizing, Director Zhao decided to strike while the iron is hot, "The natural environment is too poor. Although we all work hard, the situation of the villagers in recent years is still quite difficult."

"I understand, don't worry, this is definitely not the last time," Feng Zhenchang understood what he meant before he finished speaking.

Oh, that's great! The directors and presidents who came were all relieved.

There is no second one in China who is as rich as the Feng family, but there is more than one in China who is as difficult as theirs. What they are most worried about is that donations like Feng Zhenchang and others are a one-time act.

"Can you please count the shoe sizes of the needy families there next year? Or provide some support, we can send someone to do it. Next year, we want to provide them with cotton shoes that fit," Feng Zhenchang said, looking at the shoes on his feet.

The couple was deeply impressed by the shoes.

My son only wore shoes he bought after junior high school. He used to wear handmade shoes.

Especially in winter, wearing warm shoes made of cloth, even if they are nailed, they will inevitably get wet when they encounter rain and snow. When winter comes, his feet will always freeze, and the northwest is much colder than they do. I think there are many children who also need a pair of good-quality cotton shoes.

"We can order at that time, and let our factory produce it. We must make one pair for each person."

Director Zhao exchanged glances with his colleagues. There are not many rich families in this country like the Feng family, and they are really too real.

It seems that Mr. Feng is very easy to talk to.

"Mr. Feng, in fact, your intentions can be given to the villagers in need more quickly in other ways, such as converting them into money directly," said Director Zhao, "That's actually easier,"

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Chapter completed!