There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

With this idea in mind, Zhang Guoqing listened to everyone's small talk while secretly planning how to expand the results without revealing it.

Imagine that a century-old wild ginseng is at least three hundred yuan, maybe some old men keep two or three that is a huge sum of money. Regardless of the fact that everyone's private transactions seem to be confidential, everyone knows that it is impossible not to discuss with their family members if they have money. In case of a second stunned drink, just say it casually, then play it.

Zhang Guoqing pondered the cash currently in his hand, secretly planning to go to the house first at night, and how to distract everyone. In fact, there is a safe way, he can find a relationship to buy directly from the acquisition station or the black market. But the price is really bad, I really can't bear to think about it.

The first horn sounded at work in the afternoon, Uncle Zhang and the others also went to the production team, leaving Zhang Daddy and them to rest after two rounds of drinking.

After a few people went back to the room to rest, Zhang Guoqing took the opportunity to say goodbye and pulled Zhou Jiao home.

Entering their yard, the couple reached out their hands to the yard door at the same time, smiled at each other, everything was silent.

Zhou Jiao waited for him to cross the door latch, and just about to pull him into the bedroom, unexpectedly he wanted to be picked up by him and ran in, scared her quickly covering her mouth.

In the bedroom, Zhang Guoqing put her on the kang, blinked at her, teasing her, "Shall we feed first?"

"Smelly shameless!" Zhou Jiao immediately bounced up in fright and fell on him, "Brother, business matters."

Zhang Guoqing took her with both hands and hugged her, "Is this duplicity? You see a typical hug." He patted her butt.

Zhou Jiao snorted, and the arrogant scorn made him on a whim. She lowered her head and pecked the corner of her lips gently, "Silly girl! Nothing is business except you."

"It's amazing my brother, love words come casually. Don't spray wild flowers outside. Otherwise...huh..."

Zhang Guoqing laughed happily as she watched her raise her small hand to demonstrate. Yo, vinegar jar!

Zhou Jiao directly tickled his armpit when she saw this, "Let you laugh at me!"

"Baby... don't... brother was wrong... haha... itching to me... baby... baby..." Zhang Guoqing begged for mercy.

Of course, he is more to make trouble with her, otherwise, a wife who is in his arms can still move when he is forced? This young couple often regarded nausea as fun, and they had no trouble playing for the two lives.

"Are you scared?" Zhou Jiao proudly raised her chin, raised her hands, and demonstrated to him.

Zhang Guoqing even cared about ginseng and cordyceps, so he picked her up and ran to the bathroom. If he remembers correctly, there is still a lot of hot water in it. Well, his wife was so busy early in the morning that it was all soot. He is indeed a model husband, a good man!

"Oh, brother, business... first talk about business..."

"Silly girl, now it's business, or your favorite business..." Zhang Guoqing kicked open the bathroom door, then kicked it again.

Zhou Jiao is really worried that this door will fall immediately? Turning to see... It's a boast, this force is well controlled. She rolled her eyes, held his neck tightly, and took the initiative to kiss his lips...

Zhang Guoqing didn't care about locking the door, and kissed her deeply, wishing to squeeze the person in his body into his own bones, and the bloodline would be inseparable.

There were clothes scattered on the floor of the bathroom, and water rushed into a pile. Zhou Jiao lowered her eyelids, with curtain-like eyelashes covering her eyes. She leaned back her neck and hummed softly.

Zhang Guoqing was once again obsessed with the beauty in front of him. His tenderness, the missing rib on his body, always made him feel uncontrollable, and always drew all his mind.

Time passed bit by bit, and one hour later after returning to the room again.

On the kang, Zhang Guoqing hugged Zhou Jiao, who was lazy like a cat, into his arms, facing the curve, stroking her silky jade skin, squinting his eyes and leaning against the kang head.

"Except for several large purchases in 58, which cost almost two thousand dollars, we have basically no expenses in the past few years. When I returned to China this time, you gave me more than two thousand. Relatively speaking, the savings are increasing. In addition to the space There are more than one hundred thousand people/ren/currency in foreign currency. These boxes take up a lot of space, so we should spend some of them."

One hundred thousand yuan to buy ginseng? Ginseng is not a big carrot.

After Zhou Jiao finished speaking, she glanced at him, "First change as much as you need. Safety first. I originally wanted to change into foreign currency when I was abroad, but then I found out that this method didn't work."

"Foreign exchange management is strict, that's right. Don't worry, you really have to spend it and keep it as an antique, especially the one with three denominations."

Zhou Jiao lightly patted his messy hand, "Okay, you can figure it out. If you can donate anonymously without any trouble, you can also give it away. This time the ill-gotten wealth is not practical."

Zhang Guoqing shook his head, "Now is not the time, wait a minute, wait until we are old before doing charity. Whenever we have trouble, Gu family history will be mentioned again."

After finishing speaking, seeing her frown slightly, he lowered his head and kissed, "Leave it to my brother to find a way. You are responsible for being beautiful and beautiful."

Zhou Jiao smiled at the words.

The husband and wife were nestled on the kang, the atmosphere was just right. They were chatting, and they started talking about all kinds of topics that couldn't be reached~www.wuxiaspot.com~Between laughter and laughter, they suddenly talked about their children. Stop the topic immediately. Oops, their baby boy hasn't appeared since he had lunch.

Zhang Guoqing took a look at the blush on his wife's face, and his eyes were so clear that they looked like two of the little fairies who had just been eye-catching. He patted her on the back and placed her on the kang.

"You take a break first, I'll go out to find my son, and go to the team next door to say hello to a few old men to see who has the stock."

Zhou Jiao looked at her watch, "Mother and the others should wake up, I'll go over there."

"No. You don't like to chat with them. I said you didn't sleep well last night, so I won't call you. The eldest sisters will leave after dinner, so don't worry about going there."

Zhou Jiao nodded after hearing this, and when he saw that he was going out, she said quickly: "Wait, bring more money with you."

Zhang Guoqing patted his forehead and chuckled softly, "I'm thinking about whether to lock the door when I go out. Baby, don't be careless when I'm leaving, the door must be locked. There are no second-rate people around here."

Zhou Jiao blanked his eyes silently. In addition to him, can I get people close?

Zhang Guoqing touched his nose and changed the subject, "I don't wear too much in this summer. You can give me a thousand first. If you have the goods, you will pay a deposit first, and then send it in the evening."

After receiving the money, he hesitated for a while, and waited for her to lock the door before leaving at ease. It's not that he is exaggerating. The first one closest to the foot of Beishan is his own. What if someone covets his wife's beauty? Or learned that their family came back and wanted to take advantage?

After leaving the house, Zhang Guoqing walked around to the old courtyard and there was no one inside. For a while, he couldn't remember where they all went. He went to the drying market and asked several grandmothers of the tribe. They learned that they had their own activities, and his son followed his father. After he was relieved, he did not look for them, and went out of the village to the nearby ones. The production team looks for participation.