Chapter 70: Father Zhong Becomes a Drowning Hero
Zhong Qiao didn't answer. He ate a few bites of food, then made an excuse to go back to his room and meditate under the lamp.
After being rescued from the water and losing her memory, she went to Hong Kong with her family to study, and most of her memories are about Hong Kong.
She couldn't remember anything about the Ji family and Ji Hebai.
She only remembered that the ancestral tombs of the Zhong family and the Ji family were very close, separated by a small hill. Every year when she went to the countryside to worship her ancestors, she would meet their family.
The Ji family did not treat her well.
She was also confused.
Ji Hebai was said to have gone abroad to study medicine, so Zhong Qiao never saw him again.
After this incident, Zhong Qiaofang learned that he had a close connection with the Ji family and even had a marriage certificate.
Zhong Qiao had no choice but to close his eyes.
Living under the same roof, even if she hides for a lifetime, she will eventually run into them. She doesn’t know how to face the Ji family in the future.
This is what happened.
well.
She could only do as Zhong's mother said and stay away from the Ji family as much as possible, to avoid them being unable to let go of the past and beating her up one day.
A sudden knock on the door disrupted Zhong Qiao's thoughts.
"Qiao Qiao, are you still awake?" Mother Zhong's voice came in.
He opened the door and placed a bowl of steaming hot eggs in brown sugar water on her desk.
"Here, I put two eggs in it, drink this."
Zhong Qiao closed the book, as he was also hungry.
"Mom, you're about to feed me like a pig."
After the teasing, Zhong Qiao obediently took the bowl of brown sugar egg soup and sipped it carefully.
It’s just out of the pan and too hot.
The white mist fell on the eyelashes.
"You weren't scared today, were you?"
Mother Zhong sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Zhong Qiao intently. Suddenly, big tears could not be suppressed and rolled down her cheeks.
"It's all Mom's fault. I failed to protect you and made you suffer like this during your confinement period."
Zhong Qiao was concentrating on drinking, but was startled by her sudden action. He swallowed the egg in his mouth carelessly and quickly took out a tissue to wipe her face.
She wiped it so hard that her face turned red.
"Mom, you're not a child anymore, why do you cry all the time?" Zhong Qiao was helpless.
Mother Zhong is good in every way, except that she is too fragile when it comes to things related to Zhong Qiao.
Fortunately, he was clear-headed. Every time something happened, he would cry and beat the other person without mercy.
Sometimes, Zhong Qiao thinks his mother’s personality is a little cute.
“Who said that!”
When Zhong's mother heard this, she was unhappy and pouted in grievance, but she did not forget to clear her name.
"When you were in the hospital, I beat Zhou Ping and the others with a mop! When I got back, your dad praised me for being so brave."
When it comes to the hospital, Zhong Qiao really admires it and gives it a thumbs up.
"Mom, I really have to praise you."
"Before that time, and this time when we were protecting Wanwan, you were always the first to take the lead. From now on, you must be the pillar of our family."
Mother Zhong knew that she said this on purpose to coax her, and she burst into laughter.
"Then your dad will have to quit cooking."
Seeing her burst into laughter, Zhong Qiao knew that it was no big deal. He picked up the bowl of hot eggs in brown sugar water and continued to eat. Halfway through, he left an egg for Zhong's mother.
"Mom, I can't eat anymore."
Mother Zhong scolded: "Don't waste it, eat some more."
Zhong Qiao covered her stomach and said, "Mom, I really can't eat anymore. My stomach hurts."
Mrs. Zhong's attention was diverted and she didn't dare to force her anymore.
"You kid, you're already like this after just a few bites. Your appetite is smaller than a sparrow's."
"Let Mom see."
She pretended to lift Zhong Qiao's clothes.
Zhong Qiao quickly stopped her: "Mom, it's okay, I just ate too much. You can eat the rest."
Only then did Mrs. Zhong give up and eat the remaining half of the brown sugar egg.
After wiping my mouth, I still feel unsatisfied.
Zhong Qiao watched her finish her meal with a smile on his face, and suddenly, he thought of something.
"Mom, our family now receives money from Hong Kong every month, but I remember there's a rule that says we can't send large sums of money, right?"
Mother Zhong smacked her lips. "There are rules, but the money they sent is enough for our expenses. We won't starve to death, but we won't get rich either."
"So do you and dad have jobs now?" Zhong Qiao thought about it and decided to ask the question that was on his mind.
From the time she came back from the hospital, to her divorce, and up to now, she seemed to have never seen Zhong's father and his family go out to work.
Mother Zhong looked embarrassed: "I do want to find a job, but your mother can only read and write, and nothing else."
"I was introduced to the factory before, but I didn't get along with some of the women there, so I quit. Your father felt sorry for me and insisted that I stay at home."
"As for your father, he looked for him, but he didn't go."
"Why?" Zhong Qiao wondered.
"Your dad was so powerful in Hong Kong, he could even go into business. But in mainland China, he can't do this or that. Without a degree, he can only work in a factory, earning little money, and it's dangerous. It's not even as much as the money your dad used to make for a meal in Hong Kong. He's definitely not happy about this." Zhong's mother sighed.
Zhong Qiao was silent.
In 1976, everyone ate from the same pot, and it was impossible to go into business. Even those who set up stalls had to worry.
Mr. Zhong understands business, but this ability is simply not applicable in mainland China. If he really does it, he will go to jail.
Zhong Qiao thought for a moment and said, "We can't just sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labor."
"Dad is good at craftsmanship. Why don't you let him weave bamboo baskets and make some new styles so we can sell them for money?"
"Will this work?" Mother Zhong was skeptical.
She had seen Mr. Zhong's craftsmanship, but it was limited to simple things he made at home.
Zhong Qiao nodded and said, "Then I'll go to the market with Dad and help him to sell things. We can make some money so that even if something happens to our family in the future, we'll have enough money to deal with it."
As the saying goes, no one knows a daughter better than her mother.
Mother Zhong immediately understood the hidden meaning in her words.
"Qiao Qiao, tell mom the truth, are you planning to do something?"
Zhong Qiao knew that he couldn't hide it from her.
"Mom, I've thought about it for a long time. Although this family is peaceful now, my aunt and the others can't tolerate me and Wanwan. They will find ways to cause trouble in the future. Instead of sitting and waiting for death, it's better to make some money first."
"When the day comes for the family to split up, we will be able to have the confidence, right?"
"Separation?"
Mrs. Zhong was surprised.
"Qiao Qiao, why are you doing this? Grandpa has already told you and the child to stay. Just stay home and take care of the child. Don't go out too much. Over time, your uncle and the others won't be able to do anything to you."
"Besides, your grandpa isn't a heartless person. He's been treating you well since you were a child, and he's been treating mom with all his heart."
Zhong Qiao pursed her lips and said, "Mom, I know Grandpa likes you and me, but we have to plan for ourselves."
Mrs. Zhong still seemed hesitant.
However, Zhong Qiao did not hold out hope, as it was too difficult for her to accept it.
The most favored person in the Zhong family since childhood was Mother Zhong. Under the care of this greenhouse, she naturally developed a mentality of being unwilling to take this step.
Zhong Qiao didn't care about the rumors in the compound.
But after what happened today, Wanwan was almost thrown out. Her uncle and his men pressed her step by step, using obscene language. They also had a previous precedent of forcing her to marry and having Zhong Hua marry in her place.
It’s so bad and has no bottom line!
Since they live under the same roof, it is easy for the interests of both parties to be involved, and it is hard not to guarantee that they will do something crazy in the future.
Even if it wasn't for Wanwan, if their family wanted to live an ordinary life, they would have to find a way to make money and move out of the compound, away from all these bad people and bad things, and change to a new environment.
Mrs. Zhong left thoughtfully.
Early the next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. Zhong Qiao was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.
"Is anyone there?! Is anyone there?!"
It was as if someone rushed to their door and shouted.
"Is Zhong Zhiwei here?"
The sound was hard to ignore. It was so loud and deafening, and there was some excitement hidden in it. Zhong Qiaoshui was awakened by it.
She got up, put on her shoes, and put on a coat. She walked out and met Zhong Siqi and two others in the corridor, all of whom had dark circles under their eyes.
"Sister." Zhong Siqi cried, "I really can't take it anymore. Is it someone else coming to borrow money or cause trouble again? Can God please have some pity on our family and let us go?"
Father Zhong looked solemn and nodded, "It seems we really need to go to the temple to worship. We've been getting into trouble with a lot of villains lately."
Mother Zhong walked in front, opened the door, and a face appeared from the crack.
Zhong Siqi was so scared that he jumped three feet on the spot.
"Oh my god, there's a ghost!"
This "ghost" is a very young man.
He was about twenty years old, wearing a military green hat and a thick coat, with a smile that showed his teeth and eyes, and holding a black thing in his hand.
There were a few young people following behind him.
As soon as he saw Zhong's mother, the young man's eyes lit up and his mouth was as sweet as honey.
"Oh, you are Zhong Zhiwei's wife, right? You are worthy of being the wife of a drowning hero, so beautiful!"
Mother Zhong rubbed her eyes hard, thinking she was still asleep.
"What the hell?"
"Drowning hero?"
When Zhong Zhiwei heard that someone was looking for him, he stuck his head out.
"Yes." Seeing their confused faces, the young man scratched his head, "Isn't this Zhong Zhiwei's home?"
He glanced at the house number hanging in front of the door anxiously, and after confirming it was correct, he clapped his hands, "No. 156, Hutong No. 6, Southeast Street."
"Zhong Zhiwei, the drowning hero from the 721st Workers' University, that's for sure!"
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