Wang Jiao slapped her thigh, "Old Zhang isn't a cadre, hiring two maids to do housework doesn't make him a capitalist? Capitalists are to be overthrown, that would be a crime. I'll have to talk to Old Zhang later; Lu Jiang has become a major cadre, he's been butcher and seller for ten years, even if there's no merit, there's hard work, how come he hasn't been promoted at all."
Feng Qingxue couldn't help but smile, "Listening to Cousin Sister say that, it's really necessary to urge Cousin Brother-in-law."
Just as they were talking, someone shouted from outside, "Is Comrade Feng Qingxue home? There's a package slip for you!"
Feng Qingxue quickly washed her hands and went out, looking at the unfamiliar postman and taking the slips he handed over, "I remember some packages used to be delivered directly to the door."
