There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

"Xiaohui?"

Zhou Jiao nodded.

"It's really possible, he was brought up by his grandfather."

These words were too sincere, Zhou Jiao burst into laughter. When she came back just now, while her mother was changing clothes in the bedroom, she also briefly recounted those things.

"If it was him, I would probably have kept it from the old man, otherwise he would call me a few days ago. In that case, for the safety of this child, we still should not know it, and wait for him to take care of anything in the future. point."

"Well, that's what I meant."

"How good I was to them in those years, finally there is a conscientious person who knows how to be grateful."

Even if she didn't agree, Zhou Jiao nodded. It is enough to make her feel happy. Is it for profit or for a little affection, why is it necessary to be clear?

With her in the dark, her mother would be happy!

Zhang Guoqing, who had the same thoughts as her, waited for the three young masters to sleep in bed, and went back to the room to take out the duffel bag and sort out the presents for his wife.

In a short time to communicate with Zhou Jiao, he has not had time to pay his private money to the public. He talked to the old man in a relaxed way that night. In fact, without the help of his wife, apart from moving more freely, there were many inconveniences.

However, he didn't intend to tell his little girl much. It is a man who should protect his lover and his family. To show her credit or something, innocuous little things to tease her, let him do the rest!

Seeing a beautiful movie coming in, Zhang Guoqing smiled, "My mom has a rest?"

"Yeah. I told her about Lin Dinghui."

"Just talk about it. Dad also said this time I came back to talk to mom. Now the situation is unclear. You can't hide anything that should be let mom know. Just leave it to our dad."

"Daughter-in-law, I will show you something."

Zhou Jiao glanced at the diamond in his hand and squinted at him, "Don't think I will let you off easily. Do you know how dangerous it is for you to act alone?"

Zhang Guoqing knew that after all, his wife still wanted to play with her, and quickly coaxed: "Isn't our dad present this time? In the future, there will be something to find a wife in the future."

This gangster is definitely on the back of the old man, or he has to be kicked out of the bedroom at night. There is a saying to say that a dead Daoist is not a poor Dao.

Zhou Jiao wasn't really angry either. Seeing him push her dad, she chuckled and passed away, "Are you doing bad things without forgetting to get some in your pocket?"

"The right is when they compensate my wife's mental loss." Zhang Guoqing finished speaking without shame, and slammed her private house into her.

"Will you leave a clue?"

Zhang Guoqing chuckled and shook his head, "There is always a place to check calligraphy and painting antiques, and we don’t lack gold. Only these little things and gross bills are still useful. Keep it, I think you donate money all the time, and you probably have cash on hand. Not much."

Zhou Jiao smiled embarrassedly.

The ill-gotten wealth, especially the robbed money, is always in her hands. In addition to jewelry, calligraphy and painting she is not good at making, those are still more valuable for people in need.

"This time, those stores are all deposits, so I will put those things in the square directly with the pile of things. The time is too rush, or else there will be enough for you to donate several times."

Speaking of donations, Zhou Jiao really complained. Except for the Beijing Welfare Institute and those widowed elderly people, she can't donate to other countries, and the post office is becoming more and more strict.

And last time she just went to the orphanage, damn... the living conditions of the children inside have not improved, she suspects that apart from the donations on the surface, they should all be swallowed secretly.

Also...she didn't dare to stuff too much stuff for the elders who had suffered, and she would be robbed if she gave them to them, and maybe they would be beaten again.

Thinking of these Zhou Jiao was a little dull, but she didn't intend to mention this to him, there was always a way, and it was better to make him less troublesome.

With the return of Zhang Guoqing and Weng’s son-in-law, the family seemed to have a backbone. Zhou Jiao no longer had to worry about them day and night. After this incident, the situation was calm for a short period of time and life was quite leisurely.

After the previous rectification in the unit, the order has returned to normal. Of course, "prayer" has to be continued in the morning, in the evening, and the quotations have to be used in daily work.

But just get used to it. Even the illiterate old lady can casually produce a string of classic quotations, not to mention Zhou Jiao, who has never forgotten.

The waves of going up the mountains and down the countryside are rising again and again, which is different from the initial active participation. By the year of the rooster in 1969, the rooster has already been hopping.

No matter how undeveloped transportation is, and the situation no longer allows individual mistakes, the fire cannot be contained in paper. Those big girls and lads who went to the Corps and the countryside, after the washing of time, faded away from the passion of the past, began to frequently write letters to their families and relatives for help.

It's easy to go without hesitation. You can wear safflowers with gongs and drums as a farewell. Do you want to come back? Haha, it's difficult, I don't know how many people have been ruined.

Leaving aside other places, just the colleagues in Zhou Jiao's unit, those who are over 40 have no four or five children? Except for limited conditions, leaving one or two children in the city has reached the limit of their ability.

No, the previous colleagues have just finished discussing who and so-and-so children are going to go to the countryside to jump in the queue. Later, Jin Lijuan is worried about her second girl who wants to come back.

"Isn't the child leaving? She blames you for being a mother, and she is too ignorant." Shao Dongrui couldn't help but speak bluntly after hearing the old sister's complaint.

But how does he, a straight man, understand a woman who is a mother? Especially women who have reached menopause early. No matter how ignorant she is, that is also a piece of meat that fell from her body.

"Oh, it's not that we are incapable of being parents. In the old Wang's family in our compound, his eldest son has directly served as a soldier from the Northeast Corps."

Zhou Jiao's eyes flashed upon hearing this, and Fushou continued to copy the data.

"Sister Jin~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a big nephew from my wife’s family just took up his grandfather’s job and returned to the city. Go back and discuss with your old man. This is feasible."

Shao Dongrui was still very enthusiastic, and he pondered for a while and gave suggestions.

But Zhou Jiao just learned from others that the third child of Sister Jin's family had also graduated from junior high school, and had reached the age to go to the countryside. If you have a quota, you must not keep it for your son.

The remaining young son is about the same age as her family, so don't worry. It's a pity that the only daughter went so far away.

Of course, let’s not talk about the patriarchal patriarch, except that the child can’t stand the hardship. This is also one of the reasons why the second girl of Jin Lijuan’s family is clamoring to come back.

These greenhouse flowers that grew up in the arms of their parents since childhood, even if the family often sends parcels, no one can still remember the lofty words of the time.

In the office, only the two of them were talking. Another cousin of Shen Zhao, Wu Shaolin and Wu Shao's aunt, he got married late and the child was young. There is room for rebirth in the fifties