Rebirth in the 1950s with Spatial Ability

Zhang Guoqing, a 21st-century orphan, and his pregnant wife, Zhou Jiao, were working hard for their future when a massive inheritance suddenly fell into their laps. On their way to the hospital for...

Chapter 1174 Hearing the News

At a family dinner, Miao Tianming's performance was remarkable.

This made Zhou Jiao even more uncertain about her youngest son's future. Although she didn't like to force her children, she still had to offer some advice.

After the guests left that night, Miao Lishan and Wuyi, the grandparents and grandchildren, happily gathered around Miao Tianming and talked. In the end, he even pulled his uncle away to chat with him late into the night.

Seeing this, Zhou Jiao thought for a while and decided that it would be better to let her youngest son spend more time with Miao Tianming and give him more time to think.

She knows her son better.

If she said that she wanted him to study abroad, and Wuyi was willing or not, for his own sake, he would go!

The more filial her child is, the more she doesn't want him to suffer any injustice.

In just one week, time flies by.

In the past, the Miao family had always sent things back to China. This time, Zhou Jiao didn't care how much luggage Miao Tianming took abroad, she bought a large amount of Hangzhou silk and tea as gifts.

If there is less, there won’t be enough for the Miao family to share!

Human relationships are all about give and take.

In the past, she was concerned about her mother Miao Lishan's background, but now that her father has paved the way, she doesn't want to owe the Miao family too many favors.

Although the value of the gift was not equal to the one the Miao family had given her family, she believed that if the Miao family was truly sincere, they would not judge their friendship based on value.

After seeing off Miao Tianming, the three Ping An brothers also welcomed the winter vacation of the year.

Like last year, Wuyi went home first, while Pingan and Liuyi continued to be on duty at school.

Of course, Zhou Jiao knew this was just a superficial excuse. Her two sons, both soldiers, might be carrying out missions somewhere right now.

Since the three brothers went to the army for training again during the summer vacation this year, and they will be back on May Day during the winter vacation, she learned to turn a blind eye.

How could it be that a military academy student goes to the grassroots level during the summer vacation, is not allowed to go home during the winter vacation, and is told to be busy studying on weekends? How could it be that her son has to take turns coming home for several consecutive weekends?

During that period, she always paid attention to the expressions of her father and her husband. Seeing that they were not worried, especially Zhang Guoqing who was smiling all day long, she felt more at ease.

If her father really wanted to hide it from her, Zhou Jiao didn't think she would find any clues, but her man? Hehe...it wasn't that she underestimated him.

Whenever he encountered problems with his sons, he would pretend, but there was one thing he could never pretend right!

——The experienced driver not only lost his passion, but would subconsciously frown even when he fell asleep.

"Mom, are you busy next?"

When Zhou Jiao heard Wuyi's question, she shook her head.

She is really not busy!

As long as Miao Tianming follows her plan and foreign investments enter the stock market in batches without causing any unusual movements, there will be nothing worth her distraction in the short term.

She has become accustomed to her work in China, and at home, Aunt Yuan lives in the old house and Aunt Chen lives in the current house. They take care of all the chores at home and outside.

At most, she would visit her master frequently, and consult with her father's specialist doctor to prescribe a healthy diet for her family.

She really doesn't seem to have anything to do.

Zhou Jiao then realized, "Is it someone from your grandparents' side who wrote to you again?"

Wuyi secretly gave her mother a thumbs up, her vigilance is really strong!

"I was worried that you'd be busy lately."

Zhou Jiao paused while knitting a sweater: So if I say I'm very busy, you won't mention it, right?

I don’t know when this broken rule was formed. It’s okay to write to my husband and me, but it’s also okay to write to Zhang Guoqing’s parents and siblings.

They were unwilling to bother her man with such a small matter, so they continued to write some letters of greeting to their hometowns.

But the younger generation was different. I don’t know what they were thinking, but no matter what happy events or troubles they encountered, they would write to Wuyi.

"What's going on this time?"

Wuyi frowned, "Has my second uncle contacted my father recently?"

"without."

"Oh." Wuyi was silent for a while, "My aunt seems to be sick."

Zhou Jiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Who told you that?"

"Sister Mai Sui, she came to me a few days ago and asked if we were going back home for the New Year. She mentioned that Auntie might not be feeling well."

Wuyi stroked his chin. "Xizi and the others' letter probably hasn't arrived yet, so I guess they'll mention it. If she's really sick, won't we have to go back again?"

"Probably not. Why should we go back? Shouldn't we go see a doctor if we're sick?"

Wuyi blinked and said, Mother, you forgot that you also have a few tricks!

"Besides, if it gets serious, your second uncle might hate her and ignore her, but your grandma is soft-hearted, and she will definitely go find your dad."

"Well, what if Xizi and the others write to us?"

"That's easy?" Zhou Jiao stopped knitting and glanced at him. "If it were me, if they asked for help, I'd see what disease they had and if the provincial capital couldn't treat it, what about you?"

Wuyi spread his hands and said, "I have to wait and see what my dad does. If he wants to help, I have to help. But forget it when I go back. He keeps chattering non-stop. It's so noisy!"

"Don't worry! It's not a serious illness. If it was serious, Huang Cuilan's brothers would have urged Xizi and the others to send a telegram to your father without your grandmother and the others asking."

Wuyi smiled noncommittally. What was there to worry about? He had no fondness for his aunt Huang Cuilan, but certainly no ill will towards her either.

Now it's just a reminder. To prevent his mother from running back for his parents-in-law when the time comes. And his father can't leave, so he has to escort his mother back.

Zhou Jiao didn't take Huang Cuilan's story to heart. Although she tried to avoid her when they met before, she still observed her.

What disease is it?

Not only can he wear a cotton jacket to visit neighbors in such a cold weather, but he is also very energetic when directing his daughters-in-law to work. If he is really sick, he must be a lunatic!

If she guessed correctly, her family would go back to visit relatives, and those people in the Huang family would hear about it and have some ulterior motives.

For such a person, as long as she is Zhang Guoqing's sister-in-law for one day, then she will just treat herself as such. Otherwise, she is really powerless.

Just like she asked Zhang Guoqing to persuade his elder brother, just like she asked him to find a way to transfer her to the provincial capital, just like she still mentioned her mother's family...

Zhou Jiao is too lazy to care!

Your hair is almost turning white, why are you still thinking about Zhang Guofu?

If it were her, she would have been living like this long ago! You look down on me, I have children, a daughter, and a job. Do I really need to be transferred to the provincial capital to be your nanny?

So in her hometown, she really had no interest in taking a second look at the couple.

One of them ignored his wife in public; the other one came forward shamelessly and kept calling the child's father.

I wonder how these two fools, Zhang Guoqing and Zhang Laoer, could see how good their eldest brother is?

If you don’t want to get a divorce, just ignore it!

I just washed the mud off my legs, and now I’m good at using cold violence!