"Cunzhi's mom, your husband is too good to you! He actually bought this car for you?"
Many neighbors who were watching the spectacle were extremely envious of the beautiful bicycle; the Zhou family had actually bought another one.
Although this vehicle looks small and pretty, it can't carry as much as a black old-fashioned bicycle.
But this car is also very convenient.
The people living in the city don't need to carry all sorts of things like people in the countryside, so they also cherish their cars.
So they liked this women's bicycle and envied Chen Suwen, a housewife who had become a grandmother, for having her own bicycle.
Chen Suwen doesn't need to go to work or do any heavy work, so why would she need a bicycle?
Buying a car for free...
This is what someone with a sour feeling in their heart mutters to themselves.
"Didn't I say? This car wasn't bought; Old Zhou made it himself, just like the oil press before." Someone who had just heard Zhou Cunzhi say this quickly explained to everyone.
"What? Old Zhou made it himself? Just like an oil press?"
“Old Zhou, you really can’t do this. How can you use the factory’s resources to benefit yourself?”
"That's right, Lao Zhou, you're undermining socialism and the collective."
When Zhou Cunzhi heard some people criticizing his father, he quickly stood up to explain, "My father did not undermine the collective. He made this bicycle with his own money."
“My dad paid for the materials from the factory, and he also applied to the factory for permission to rent the machines.”
“My dad only does this in his spare time; he works very hard when he’s at work.”
“The factory leaders know very well what my father did, yet they haven’t said anything about him. Do you think the factory leaders have all been corrupted by my father?” Zhou Cunzhi explained righteously.
He retorted, asking the group if they thought the factory leaders were all useless, just standing by and watching his father damage collective property.
His dad spent money on all of these things—money for materials, money for renting machines—and he didn't skimp on a single penny.
What else do these people want to say?
Don't try to pin the blame on his father; you'll only harm him.
“That’s right, that’s right. Our family paid for it. If you want it too, you can pay for it yourselves.” Zhou Cunzong pushed through the crowd and joined his older brother.
He looked at the beautiful bicycle, then moved closer to Chen Suwen and asked, "Mom, can I ride this bike?"
Chen Suwen glanced at him. "This is a red women's bicycle. Are you going to ride it?"
Does he want to listen to what he's saying?
Moreover, Zhou Cunzong is a tall man by family tradition, standing at 1.87 meters. How will his legs be able to handle riding this women's bicycle?
The Zhou family were not native to Guangdong Province; they were northerners who settled in Guangdong several generations ago, so their ancestors had the gene for tall stature.
Zhou Qingyun is 1.85 meters tall, and the tallest of his three sons is Zhou Cunzong, who is 1.87 meters tall.
If he were riding this women's bicycle, the scene would be too beautiful for her to bear.
"What's wrong with riding it? It's a bicycle."
They do have a bicycle, but it's for his dad and older brother; he doesn't own one.
His family said his workplace was at the supply and marketing cooperative at the intersection of Guangming Road, which he could walk to, so there was no need to ride a bike.
He was incredibly envious every time he saw his dad and older brother riding their bicycles out.
Now that the family finally has a bicycle, of course he wants to ride it.
Chen Suwen slapped him, "You're dreaming, aren't you? This is a bicycle your dad made for me, not for you."
She and her husband asked for this bicycle so that she wouldn't have to take the bus when she went to the market or to the countryside to buy things.
She wasn't used to buses and shuttle buses of this era, which is why she wanted a bicycle.
Is her son trying to take the car from her now?
"Mom, just let me ride it for a bit. I didn't say I was going to take it from you, did I? Just let me ride it for a bit."
Chen Su asked, "...Okay, you can give it a try."
Seeing Zhou Cunzong's longing look, as a "loving mother," she let him ride it for a bit.
Actually, she gave him the bike because she didn't plan to go out at the moment.
If she plans to go out, no one can borrow her car.
"Hehe, thanks, Mom." With his mother's permission, Zhou Cunzong quickly "snatched" the bicycle, straddled it with his long legs, and rode off.
"Wife! Wife! Come here, come here, I'll take you for a ride." Zhou Cunzong called to his wife as soon as he got on the bicycle.
It's rare for him to be able to ride a bicycle without worrying about delaying his dad and older brother from work, so why not take his wife for a ride?
Although Shen Wenxiu was a little shy, she still walked to her husband's side and sat down behind him under everyone's gaze.
"It's time to eat. Where are you two going?" Chen Su asked.
"Mom, I'm taking my wife out to play. Could you please watch the kids for me?" Zhou Cunzong said, and without waiting for his mother's reply, he quickly rode off on his bike.
The onlookers didn't block the way, and Zhou Cunzong got away easily.
If he doesn't run away with his wife quickly, his mother will definitely not agree to help him take care of the children, and will also prevent him from taking his wife out on dates.
We'd better run before his mother reacts.
"My wife and I won't eat at home for lunch. We'll go to a state-run restaurant. There's no need to save our food."
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