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In his first year as the commander of the Third Regiment, Zhou Weiguang had no time for a long vacation, and he probably wouldn't even be able to go home for Chinese New Year's Eve.
Qin Hanshu decided to take her two children back to the Northwest for the Spring Festival.
When she was preparing to take things home before leaving, Qin Feiyang asked her if she wanted to bring a television.
Qin Hanshu chuckled, "It's not because of anything else, but the TV is so heavy and expensive, and I also have to take care of two children, how am I supposed to manage?"
Qin Feiyang said, "Actually, it's easy. I can ask a friend on the train to watch your luggage. You just need to take good care of the child."
Qin Hanshu was tempted.
She and Zhou Weiguang hadn't been back for ten years, mainly because Zhou Weiguang, as a son, owed his parents too much.
Qin Feiyang advised, "Bring one along, we have the means anyway."
Qin Hanshu nodded and chose an 18-inch color TV.
A domestically produced black and white TV set costs three or four hundred yuan, and you need a receipt; this color TV would cost over a thousand yuan.
However, neither Qin Hanshu nor Qin Feiyang cares about this amount of money.
Either of the two appliance stores could generate enough gross profit each month to create a family with ten thousand yuan in income.
Besides television, other things are naturally indispensable.
Qin Hanshu packed two large bags full of clothes, household items, and food.
She sent a telegram in advance, and Zhou Weili would send someone to pick her up at the provincial capital's train station.
On the day of his departure, Zhou Weiguang spent half a day seeing him off and giving him a long list of instructions.
Finally, disregarding the consequences, Zhou Weiguang grabbed Qin Hanshu's hand and said, "Wife, thank you..."
Before Qin Hanshu could speak, Zhou Sheng exclaimed, "Oh dear, Dad, aren't you ashamed? Why do you always try to take advantage of Mom?"
Saying goodbye on the platform and holding hands is nothing unusual, but Zhou Sheng's shout attracted the attention of those around him, who chuckled softly.
Zhou Chi covered his younger brother's mouth, dragged him to the side, and said sensibly to his parents, "It's okay, you can continue."
Zhou Weiguang took off his hat and scratched his itchy scalp hard.
That damn son! I really want to take off my belt and give him a good beating!
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