Why didn't he go to Wang Zhengjun's house directly? He was embarrassed, as he didn't know Wang Zhengjun's residential address.
Perhaps Wang Zhengjun was wary of relatives from his old village coming to ask for help, so when he got married, he held his wedding at the mines' cafeteria. Even his brothers and sisters from his hometown hadn't been to his house for a cup of water, let alone having visited his son's new room.
"Comrade, don't leave your donkey cart at the entrance." The old Li, who was guarding the entrance of the Mining Bureau, said.
However, his voice was soft, as he noticed that the old man in front of him wore a battered dogskin hat, an old padded jacket patched upon patches, with no buttons, tied around the waist with a hemp rope. He had black cotton pants underneath, with trouser legs tied and patched as well, and worn a pair of black cloth shoes with layers of patches. The man bore an identity loud and clear, reflected in just two words, Farmer!
