Chapter 110 Passbook
My mother was packing her things and said without even looking up, "It's not for you, why are you so anxious?"
"Even the ones given to you won't work."
Zhou Yi said that he would go get those things and return them to the person before they left.
At this time, my father spoke up: "These were not given by those reporters. I returned them. Do you think we have no awareness of this?"
"So what is this?"
"These are gifts of comfort sent to your grandfather from the steel mill."
Zhou Yi suddenly understood and felt relieved. He broke off a banana and handed it to his grandfather.
Grandpa waved his hand: "I don't want to eat it, you eat it."
"Grandpa, how are you feeling now?" Zhou Yi pulled over a stool and sat next to his grandfather.
"Grandpa is fine, he's doing very well. But why didn't you come back all night?"
"That's right, Zhou Yi, what's going on?" asked the mother who was sweeping the floor.
"Zhou Jianguo, why are you still sitting there eating melon seeds when you can't see me sweeping the floor?" The mother angrily stuffed the broom into the father's hand, then turned around and moved a stool.
The sunlight outside the door shines on my body, making me feel warm.
"It's okay. It's a common occurrence when handling cases."
"Your injury hasn't healed yet, what case are you working on? Hey, why is there blood on your clothes? Are you injured again?"
"No, it was just a wound that was bleeding, and I had to get two stitches."
Seeing his mother about to start making a fuss again, Zhou Yi immediately changed the subject: "Mom, what's going on with these reporters? Why are they coming to our house?"
"I don't know either. Suddenly a bunch of people showed up."
"Are you sure it wasn't you who spread the news outside?" Zhou Yi stared at his mother and asked.
"What kind of talk is that? Your mother is that kind of person."
Zhou Yi and his father said in unison, "Yes."
"Hey, you two, father and son."
"Mom, I really have to remind you to be careful about the impact. You go out and brag about your son, and you feel good about it and save face, but then someone comes to me to ask for something, and someone comes to me to ask for help. What do you think I should do?" Zhou Yi said earnestly.
The father also said: "Son, you are right. You need to change your habit of gossiping."
"Go sweep your floor," said the mother.
At this time, Grandpa spoke up: "Qiuxia, Zhou Yi is right. His current job is very important, and we can't let him down. Think about when I went to the battlefield to fight the foreigners, and your mother was raising the children alone..."
My mother quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, okay, Dad, I get it. I'll pay attention next time. We'll tell the reporters about your old stories when we get a chance. They love to hear them. We've heard them eight hundred times."
"Mom, there's something else I need to settle with you."
Zhang Qiuxia immediately moved her stool back, as if she had guessed what her son was going to say.
"Why are you going to Lu Xiaoshuang's school?"
"I... was just passing by to buy some groceries..."
"Don't you know how far our home is from Hongduo? What vegetables can you buy on the way there?"
"I was worried because you left without even saying hello."
Zhou Yi shook his head helplessly. How could he not know his mother's character? Her intention to find Lu Xiaoshuang was almost written on her forehead.
"Dad, can you please take care of my mom?"
"I will definitely take care of it!"
"Go, boil a pot of water and wipe your son. The doctor said the wound can't get wet, so he can't take a bath now."
"Hey, I'll go after I finish sweeping the floor!"
Zhou Yi knew that his father's help was in vain in this matter.
…
Zhou Yi lay at home for three days and felt that he had almost recovered.
In the meantime, he called the office of the Third Brigade, and it happened to be Wu Yongcheng who answered the phone.
When Zhou Yi asked about the case, Wu Yongcheng ignored him.
I just told him that the Propaganda Department had already made an appointment with the TV station. Zhou Yi would return to the bureau next Wednesday to discuss the program recording information with the Propaganda Department, including what should and should not be said.
Then on Thursday, I took the Propaganda Department’s car to the city TV station to record a program.
"You little brat, be alert when the time comes and don't embarrass the Third Brigade!"
At two o'clock in the afternoon, after lunch, Zhou Yi and his grandfather were basking in the sun at the doorstep.
The grandfather and grandson each had a recliner. A neighbor passed by and said with a smile that they looked like they were carved from the same mold.
"Xiaoyi, if you are free this afternoon, go to the old house."
"It's not yet time for my second uncle to vacate the house. There are still a few days until the end of the month." Zhou Yi said lazily.
Grandpa waved his hand: "That's not the matter. I want you to help me get the passbook back. I'm afraid it will be troublesome if your second uncle finds it."
Zhou Yi immediately remembered the day when Zhou Kai tried to trick his grandfather into talking in the hospital, all for this passbook.
"Grandpa, how much money do you have in your passbook?"
Grandpa stretched out his hand and gestured a number.
"thousand?"
Grandpa shook his head.
Zhou Yi was shocked: "Ten thousand?"
Grandpa smiled but said nothing, keeping his achievements and fame to himself.
Wow, this old man is really good.
Zhou Yi gave a thumbs up, "Grandpa, that's awesome."
"During the few days I was in the hospital, I was thinking about what would happen if your uncle found out."
"Where did you hide the passbook?"
Grandpa waved his hand, motioning Zhou Yi to come over, and then whispered a few words in his ear.
…
No. 1 Steel is the earliest steel plant in Hongcheng, and its dormitory building is actually older than No. 2 Steel where Zhou Yi lives.
It was called Yigang Dormitory Area at that time, and was later renamed Yigang New Village.
Since Zhou Yi was injured, he has not taken care of the old house anymore.
Anyway, it was written in black and white and signed, so he was not afraid that they would cheat. At worst, he could just file a lawsuit and continue playing with them.
But when Zhou Yi went upstairs and stood at the door of the old house, he was still shocked and angry.
Because the old house had been smashed beyond recognition.
The door was smashed, the window glass was broken, and everything of value in the house was taken away.
Those that could not be moved were all smashed to pieces, even the walls were torn off.
"Fuck, this family of bastards."
You don't have to guess who did it. Who else could it be except Zhou Jianjun, Wang Cui'e, and Zhou Kai, a bunch of beasts?
Zhou Yi walked around the room twice. It was a mess and there was no place to step.
The only thing still intact in the whole house was grandma's portrait on the wall in grandpa's room.
In the past, people liked to display portraits of the deceased at home as a remembrance and for the convenience of worship.
However, Wang Cui'e thought it was too creepy and didn't allow it to be placed in the living room, so it was placed in grandpa's room.
I don’t know if these bastards still have a little conscience, or if they are afraid that grandma will come to settle the score with them in the middle of the night, but they didn’t touch the portrait.
Zhou Yi took the portrait down from the wall and said, "Grandma, I hope you saved Grandpa's passbook."
Turning over the portrait and opening the cover at the back, I found a passbook inside.
It seems that grandpa was still smart at times. He knew to hide the passbook behind the portrait. After all, apart from his wife, no young people would dare to touch such a taboo thing.
Zhou Yi opened the passbook and looked at the number on it, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Great job, Grandma. Come on, I'll take you home."
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