Life will never remain unchanged. It has its joys and sorrows, its reunions and separations.

Less than five days after the family reunited, Zhou Xiaozheng set out on another trip to a meeting. Unlike his colleagues, he didn't bring his wife along, as usual.

In Zhou Xiaozheng's opinion, Miao Lishan's nature is different from those ladies, and he doesn't want his wife to have too much contact with those women, so as not to affect her character.

As a wife and mother, I just need to stay home. There's Liang Shengnan in front of me, so what? She's always jumping around, but she's still trapped in hell with her man's turn.

Fame, wealth, and prestige are ultimately empty when they rely on men. The ladies who are still dancing vigorously are nothing more than a knife in the hands of men.

He won't use his woman as a knife, but he won't bother to persuade outsiders. Your self-righteous help may be seen as a troublemaker in the eyes of others.

Especially some female comrades, they are really whimsical, and he can't wait to stay away from these troublemakers.

Zhou Xiaozheng, with a stern face, glanced around, his eyes flashed, and he nodded slightly to greet Mr. Dai, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The Dai family's affairs were well-known far and wide. If the two families suddenly came close, it would attract attention, and their two children would inevitably attract attention again.

Fortunately, Mr. Dai is an experienced man who knows how to strike a balance.

Zhou Xiaozheng left, and the subsequent situation was already fermenting. No one knew who would be involved in this game. Zhang Guoqing began to keep his father-in-law's instructions in mind.

After he stopped going out for social events, he had more and more free time. When his youngest son reminded him that he should make a small stool, he suddenly remembered that the two bags of garbage were still in the warehouse.

So one weekend, he excitedly pulled his wife and sons upstairs to play with the scraps.

"Dad, will it be dirty?"

"fool."

Zhou Jiao patted her two young sons and said, "Aunt Chen will be back soon. Let's talk upstairs."

"elder brother?"

Ping An glanced at his brother and said, "Don't you know what's going on? Men, don't whimper like women."

Wuyi pulled Zhou Jiao and said, "Mom, your brother looks down on you."

Zhou Jiao patted his head amusedly and said, "Okay, look, your second brother has already gone upstairs."

Wuyi rolled his eyes, looked at Liuyi's back on the stairs, and shouted, "Er~ah, wait for me."

Liuyi immediately turned his head and rolled his eyes.

Zhang Guoqing was so amused that he burst into laughter.

He still remembered that when he was born, he was a small lazy ball that slept all day long. He thought that in the future he would rather lie down than sit, and would rather sit than stand.

As the children grew up, he never expected that his eldest son, whose facial features were most like Zhou Jiao, would unexpectedly have the same personality as himself.

In the lounge, Zhang Guoqing poured out the contents of the sack, stirring up a layer of dust. Zhou Jiao couldn't help but frown and cover her nose.

Ping An had already reached out and weighed a leg of a table similar to that of an eight-immortal table, then nodded. Zhou Jiao raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Mom, you sit down, we'll do it ourselves." Ping An handed it to Liu Yi beside him, "You look at it first, then Wu Yi will come."

Liu Yiyi took it, and Zhou Jiao raised an eyebrow, then handed it to his brother, "Be careful."

"Hey, they're pretty heavy." Wuyi brought it closer and tapped it with his fingers. "They must be gold. Brother, are those legs and feet the same?"

Ping An laughed and shook his head. "How is that possible? The weight difference of just this one piece is too big. I wonder what the people who moved these down were thinking?"

"What can I think? They can't possibly remove them one by one, and it's hard to tell them apart when they're sandwiched in between." Liu Yi said, turning around and saying, "I'm going downstairs to get some gasoline."

Zhang Guoqing didn't stop them; it was clearly a camouflage layer of paint. No one knew how to mix the cleaning solvent better than the children.

He took out the toolbox and placed it in front. He and Zhou Jiao wiped the dust off each item with a wet cloth, watching the children work happily.

Liuyi came in soon with a glass bottle of salt water. Without anyone reminding him, he had wet a piece of rag and chose to wipe a small area of ​​the wood back and forth.

Seeing this, Zhang Guoqing proudly raised his chin towards Zhou Jiao. His eyes showed pride in his son. Look at him...smart, right?

"It's gold, but unfortunately it's not pure enough. Liuyi, don't polish it, give it to mom for safekeeping."

When Liu Yiyi heard Ping An say this, he took a clean cloth and wiped it and placed it next to Zhou Jiao. "Mom, you can clean it up later. I think we can find other things."

Zhou Jiao chuckled when she heard this and raised her eyebrows at Zhang Guoqing intentionally. Haha, no matter how proud you are, your son will still stuff it into your hands!

Zhang Guoqing burst out laughing and clapped his hands. Seeing the children looking at him, he smiled and said, "Okay, kids, the game begins now..."

Pay attention, while you're taking things apart, remember to recall what Grandpa taught you. If you don't understand something, you can ask us, or just write it down for Grandpa to come back."

Wuyi casually took out a dressing box from it.

What is a dressing box? Common people call it a "combing box".

Because a mirror is needed first when dressing, the dressing box is also called a "mirror box", and was also called a "mirror box" in ancient times; and because the mirror needs to be propped up when dressing, people in the north also call it a "mirror stand".

In the old days, when marrying a girl, people paid attention to the "dowry", which was all the daily necessities that the bride brought into her husband's house, and a makeup box was indispensable.

This small square dressing box is in a dilapidated state, with all accessories including the carved belt loop, mirror holder, hinges, etc. on the mirror stand also destroyed.

In addition, there are several knife scratches on the surface of the double happiness pattern caused by sharp objects. If it were not so damaged, considering the mahogany wood and the exquisite craftsmanship, it is estimated that it would not end up in the scrap yard.

Judging from the features of this dressing box, it must have been a dowry dressing box given to an elderly lady from a prominent family in the past. Looking at the dressing box being used as a vent for resentment, the family's situation was probably even more dire.

"Brother, this is what Liuyi and I picked together. Can you take a look and see if there is anything wrong with it?"

Ping An nodded, observed it again and again, and found that it had no collection value, so he picked up the tools and roughly dismantled it into pieces.

Liuyi suddenly reached out and picked up the bottom wooden board, "Wait, what is this?"

——Two layers of wood plywood.

Liuyi pried them apart with his hands, and two yellowed pieces of paper, one large and one small, fell down.

In an instant, the whole family's eyes were focused on the two pieces of paper. Liuyi reached out and picked them up and handed them to Zhang Guoqing.

Zhang Guoqing took it and looked at it, then burst into laughter. He handed the two slips of paper to Zhou Jiao and said, "They are both savings certificates from before the liberation. They are useless."

"How much?"

"It's no use giving more. They've all run away."

“What a pity.”

“Serves you right.”

After reading the deposit slip, Zhou Jiao smiled and shook her head, "It should be deposited in a foreign bank. There is still a chance to get it back."

Now, it was like paper gold, not even a drop of water could make a sound. She couldn't understand why this family kept it. Thinking about it made her even more restless.