Chapter 1594 Reality

At this time, the provincial capital was gray and cold.

The flowers and plants beside the wall and the road had all withered, and the trees were so simple that only branches were left. The north wind blew past, and they were cold and motionless.

On a platform of the railway freight station, a large group of people gathered at this time. Looking closely, each of them was very stylish, either with their hands behind their backs or with their hands on their waists.

Their eyes were focused on the trucks next to them that were being loaded. The goods loaded looked very simple. One type was packed in cartons with "cotton clothes" written on them, and the other type was bags. Looking closely, you can tell that they were filled with rice.

Many young people, holding folders in their hands, took notes while guiding the loaders to move the cotton clothes or rice to the designated carriages.

Among those stylish people and the busy people, there were some people who were breathing hot air and carrying cameras, taking pictures from time to time.

But it seems that they have collected enough relevant materials. They are not very active in filming at this time, but they look like they are looking forward to something.

Just after 9:30, a gray GL8 drove to the platform, "Here it comes, here it comes,"

Some people with their hands behind their backs, with their hands on their waists, and carrying cameras all ran over there.

The commercial vehicle stopped at the loader's side. Mei Qiuping and Feng Zhenchang, who were wearing bloated down jackets, got out of the car one after another. The couple looked at the lively scene in front of them and were very energetic.

"Uncle and aunt," Guan Xing, who was in charge of the scene, ran over, "Why are you here now? It will take at least 40 minutes to load it."

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

Guan Xing looked at him and felt that he was a little eager to try, and wanted to move a few pieces himself to try, but this was not okay!

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

"Thank you for your hard work," Feng Zhenchang said to a loader who was breathing hot air in front of him.

When the migrant worker boom just started, many people in the village were looking forward to being a loader at the train station, but it was a hard job and they couldn't do it just because they wanted to.

The loader looked at Feng Zhenchang, nodded, and walked away.

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

At this time, the people carrying cameras ran over first, "Stop filming," Mei Qiuping said.

Guan Xing quickly led two people to stop them, "Turn them off, don't film."

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

At this time, the people who had gathered together ran over breathlessly, "Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, your good deeds will help hundreds of thousands of villagers in our area. We have to let them know what you look like, right?"

The one 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 from several counties in the northwest who came to contact this time.

"We are not doing this," Feng Zhenchang shook his head, "We just want those families who are not well-off over there to have a little more ease this winter,"

"Stop taking pictures," he said firmly.

"Stop taking pictures, stop taking pictures," seeing his expression, the leaders ordered the staff they brought with them.

Then, they praised the couple for their enthusiasm for charity and their kindness.

While talking, these cadres from the northwest were also carefully looking at the couple in front of them. These were Feng Yiping's parents, and it was a rare opportunity to get close to them.

They looked good, but their skin was very rough and dark in color, and they could be seen to have been through a lot.

Their knuckles were very thick, and the calluses and veins on them could be clearly seen. They really looked like authentic farmers.

As for their clothes, the down jackets they wore had conspicuous trademarks on their chests. They were well-known brands in China. The two pieces they wore were priced at around 500 yuan.

Looking at their 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 about these two people should be the basic watches on their hands. Those two watches are probably worth around ten thousand yuan.

To be honest, without looking at the watches on their hands, their dress is considered ordinary in the county town of Director Zhao and his colleagues. I believe that except for those who are familiar with them, no one would think that these two are actually Feng Yiping's parents.

Director Zhao has quietly taken off his leather coat with a thick fur collar. In terms of price, even if Feng Zhenchang wears this leather coat, it will not humiliate his status as the richest father.

Among the leaders who came over, more than one was doing this.

Some cameras were still working. Feng Zhenchang didn't need them, but they needed such images.

But if they were filmed like this, Feng Zhenchang and his simplicity would make them look a little extravagant - this is obviously not good.

"Mr. Feng, thank you very much for your enthusiasm. You are right. With these clothes and food, many of our fellow villagers will definitely have a warmer winter."

"Our fellow villagers are really suffering. Not only do they have little land, but they also lack water. Many families work hard all year round and don't even have enough food."

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

They now have the time and energy to care about the situation in other parts of the country.

Only then did they realize that there are actually many places in China where life is even harder than here.

After the land was divided among households, their lives were not very affluent, but they were always able to have enough food to eat. However, there are actually some places in China where farmers cannot even have enough food to eat.

From the time their family became rich to the present, the old couple did not follow the trend to believe in Buddhism, or the more fashionable Christianity, but some of their concepts have indeed changed a lot.

Perhaps influenced by their son, after donating several times, especially after donating to build the high school in the town, they gained great satisfaction. Now they do not need their son to do the work, and they will take the initiative to do charity.

Originally, they donated directly to some organizations anonymously, until this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Feng Zhenchang took his checkbook and came to the branch of the organization he often donated to in the city.

Because this was his first time to donate in the city, the reception staff did not know his identity, and the unpleasantness that happened afterwards not only made him no longer willing to donate to that organization, but also doubted whether his previous donations were actually used.

So this time, with the support of their son, they changed their approach and donated in kind, and it seemed that the relevant people would not look down on it.

This time, their donation to the poor farmers in the northwest was also the largest amount they donated, a full 30 million yuan - the income from the noodle shop in their hometown, including the part of their son, was in their hands, and they had accumulated a lot over the years.

Seeing that Feng Zhenchang felt the same way, Director Zhao decided to strike while the iron was hot, "The natural environment is too bad. Although we have worked 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 good! The directors and presidents who came all breathed a sigh of relief.

There is really no other family as rich as the Feng family in China, but there are more than one family in China that is as difficult as theirs. What they are most worried about is that Feng Zhenchang's donation is a one-time act.

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

The couple was deeply impressed by the shoes.

The son did not wear shoes that he bought until he was in junior high school. Before that, he wore handmade shoes.

Especially in winter, wearing warm shoes made of cloth, even if they were nailed with soles, would inevitably get wet in rainy and snowy weather. His feet would always be frozen in winter, and the northwest was much colder than theirs. I think there are many children who also need a pair of good quality leather cotton shoes.

"We can order them or let our own factory produce them, and we must make sure that everyone has a pair,"

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

From the contact during this moment, Mr. Feng seemed to be easy to talk to, so Director Zhao said what he wanted to say, "Mr. Feng, in fact, your kindness can be sent to those villagers in need in other ways more quickly. For example, it can be directly converted into money, which is actually simpler."