There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

After looking at ten lines at a glance, it was exactly as she expected. The old man made it clear that he was old and asked the younger generation to discuss it with their parents, but in the final analysis, this is about their own grandchildren and grandchildren, and some worries are not easy to mention to outsiders. No, I just complained and wanted to hear my old son's opinion by the way.

As for Zhang's father, he is still the cunning of an old farmer, with a little harmless selfishness, and even more kind and sensible father-in-law.

Rural people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, facing the loess and back to the sky, working hard, but still almost starved of food and unable to cover their clothes, his old son jumped out of the countryside and squeezed into the city with his whole family. This is what many people have been longing for and dreaming about, which undoubtedly made him more sure of how much hard work his old son put in.

After all, thousands of years of Confucianism and simple folk customs have determined what the so-called right path is for the old Zhang family to take? The poor serve as soldiers, the rich engage in business, and the weak go to school.

But if Zhang Guoqing hadn't made great efforts for that family back then, whether he was in business or going to school, what would he expect in these years?

Zhou Jiao knew that Father Zhang should understand this very well, so it was even more impossible for him to let the grandchildren of the old Zhang family hold back the old son.

Uh, deep down, I don't want to delay my old son's future.

What Father Zhang did made Zhou Jiao think of Lao Dai involuntarily. People in the world often say that children and grandchildren have their own blessings, but no one really let go of it completely.

It is difficult to be a human being, and it is even more difficult to be an old man.

They also wanted to lighten some of the burdens for their children, but the ruthless passage of time changed everything, and when they were old, they also understood that they had more than enough to do.

Jiaojiao? Seeing her holding the letter in a daze, Zhang Guoqing called softly. Does his daughter-in-law think that she is also the kind of person who pretends to be smart?

Zhou Jiao woke up and smiled at him, If you want to help, you can do it. You don't have to think so much, as long as you are happy. She looked at the three sons intentionally.

Ping An immediately reacted and said with a smile, Dad, we were just joking.

Yes, no matter what Dad wants to do, we will support you.

Well, Dad has the final say.

Zhang Guoqing's mouth twitched after hearing the declaration of his sons.

As for? He is not a glass heart. What's more, the road has been paved for those nephews, children and nephews. If there is still no trouble, it is more appropriate to go back to my hometown early.

Okay, you should go to sleep.

Zhou Jiao took out the letter paper for the children from the letter, and hurriedly sent them away. She supports the so-called democracy, but she doesn't want her son to disrespect Lao Tzu.

Compared with the trivial matters in her hometown in Northeast China, the issue of children's education is more worthy of her careful consideration.

Daughter-in-law, come and read the letter.

Zhang Guoqing intentionally read Zhang Chunming's letter first.

Sure enough, the eldest brother-in-law used Zhang Mei's tone to describe the recent big and small things in his hometown, father-in-law, mother-in-law, brother-in-law, and even the eldest son Zhang Ziwen who has just been engaged.

It just didn't mention the second son who was a soldier and the remaining two other children.

His eldest sister is still the same, but Zhou Jiao hesitated after reading it.

Silly! Zi Wuzhen retired from the army and returned to the county seat. I don't need to ask. Uncle Dashan will naturally help me carefully. The eldest brother-in-law is a smart person. You have a good relationship with the eldest sister. It's not like he doesn't understand.

Zhou Jiao thinks about it, this is really the case.

Zhang Guoqing first picked out the letter papers of Xizi and Zhang Guofu. In his opinion, his eldest nephew would discuss this matter with him, but his eldest brother, like Zhang Meili, never mentioned it.

Zhou Jiao waited for him to read and smiled, but took the letter without looking at it carefully, and cast a cursory glance, lowering her eyes. Xizi has really grown up, and she uses words very cleverly.

Nephew is not a son after all, no matter how close he is, he will still think about his own family to a certain extent.

Human nature.

Zhang Guoqing smiled sarcastically, This time I will reply to the letter after a while. I am too busy at home and abroad recently, so everyone can wake up their heads.

Zhou Jiao had no objection to Zhang Guoqing's handling of the old Zhang family's affairs. What's more, she just sent money to two old people two days ago, and she thinks she has done enough.

That is to say, Zhang's mother saves money. Every time a large family of letter paper accumulates a large envelope and sends it, it is not good for anyone not to reply to the letter, and it will always waste time to reply to the letter.

If you want her to say, it's really unnecessary, where is there so much nonsense? The same question is how are you doing, do the children want to go back to their hometown?

Why are you going back?

Some people are suitable for spending more time to enhance their relationship, but her son, from childhood to adulthood, the first thing they learned was to analyze each other's purpose through words and deeds.

So why bother.

Just like the three Pingan brothers, it is enough to be filial to grandparents. They don't care how many pieces of paper you bring, half of the signature on a piece of paper, and then say hello to the elders, and it's all done.

Look, more worry and less trouble.

Brother is not bad, he deserves to be born by the same parents.

Zhou Jiao smiled irrefutably. Time will tell everything, and no one can predict right and wrong in advance. She just hoped that Zhang Guoqing would not be hurt, and that was enough.

This silly man is too lacking in love.

What are you thinking about?

Zhou Jiao smiled lightly and shook her head, Little aunt didn't call.

Hey, don't tell me I haven't noticed yet. I guess the Wen family is not in a hurry about this matter, maybe Mr. Wen has other ideas. Come, let's read the letter together.

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At this moment, Cheng Ruzhu, whom the husband and wife spoke of, was reminding the youngest son, It's almost done, return to the scrap yard? Letting you be a scrap is almost the same.

After finishing speaking, she walked to the door of the room to take a look, turned around and did not take a few steps, poked Wen Yu's head with her finger, and reprimanded in a low voice: Where's the brain? How many people want to join the art troupe but can't find a way, you are better You even went to your sister's place to change jobs, I'm really mad at you.

Wen Yu grabbed her arm nonchalantly, and begged for mercy with a playful smile, Don't be angry, don't be angry, I just mentioned something to my brother-in-law. Since my brother-in-law said no, didn't I just come back without talking?

Cheng Ruzhu couldn't laugh, and nodded with her fingers, You, we adults spoiled you. I'm your mother, how can I harm you? If you didn't have your sister and your brother-in-law, your three brothers would have jumped in line long ago. I'll be honest.

Wen Yu chuckled, Does my second aunt want to ask my sister for help? Mom, you can take it easy, don't ask my sister to help you with everything, it's annoying.

Cheng Ruzhu gave him a funny look, Aren't you afraid that your grandma will beat you after hearing this?

Why hit me? It's so far away, how can my sister help, and let her be a human? If there is one, there will be two. I have several aunts.

Cheng Ruzhu didn't know if the son's so-called distance meant the relationship between the two families or the distance between places, but she quite agreed with this idea in her heart, but she was not interested in communicating with Mao Boy about these things.