The death of Comrade ** plunged the whole of China into a sea of grief, and many people did not know what the future of the country would be like after losing him.
It’s like a big family. When the father passes away, there are the eldest, the second and the third sons in the family. After dealing with the funeral, they have to talk about dividing the family property, right?
When the time comes to divide the family and fight for the inheritance, it seems too late.
Everyone wants to get a bigger share, so disputes are inevitable.
The ensuing differences were further exacerbated.
At this time, Zhou Xiaozheng had just finished taking care of the funeral arrangements for his beloved old leader. He was so sad that he collapsed and was soon hospitalized.
In the words of Master Zhou Jiao's eldest disciple, Zhu Ling, it was a case of stagnation of heart and qi, which needed to be properly adjusted. He then presented a host of theories.
Finally, in front of everyone, he urged the patient to mourn, think positively, and stay in a good mood. He also instructed his junior sister to take good care of him, otherwise he could easily become seriously ill.
Will he get seriously ill? Zhou Jiao didn't want to know, but rest was a must. Who dared to accuse her father of feigning illness? She'd kill him!
Power is indeed a good thing!
Does Zhou Xiaozheng want to go further?
To be honest, he had considered it, but he didn't think it was necessary. Given his age, he could outlive a bunch of old men, so why bother?
However, with the passing of the old leader, he could no longer maintain a neutral position, and the moment of final decision had indeed come.
He remembered clearly what his daughter Jiaojiao had said about the doctrine of the mean. And it turned out that his daughter had really said the path that was most suitable for his family!
Zhou Xiaozheng, who was hanging a large bottle of medicine, was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. A big game of chess was constantly playing in his mind, which he kept reviewing over and over again.
Zhang Guoqing came over with a message, "Dad, Uncle Wang and the others asked you to take charge."
Zhou Xiaozheng opened his eyes, looked at him, and stood up decisively.
"Going back?" Zhang Guoqing saw him, his shoes at his feet. It would be nice to go back, as waves of old comrades came to visit, and his wife was so busy entertaining them that she was about to cry.
"Yes, only by going back can we turn passivity into initiative."
Zhang Guoqing quite agreed with his father-in-law's implication. The hospital was bustling with people, and there were many eyes watching. Besides, the true state of his father-in-law's health couldn't be hidden from anyone with an eye.
"Da Yi said they've been moving in the past two days. Brother Xiao Fei even came to my office and sat for a while this afternoon. Old Wu said the coastal militia weapons can't be put into storage yet."
When his father-in-law bent down, Zhang Guoqing whispered a report into his ear.
"Let's keep our people still, it's almost over."
When the father-in-law and son-in-law reached this point, they smiled at each other.
Ping'an saw that there was no movement inside the ward, so he stood up from the sofa, pushed open the door to the inner room, and quickly packed his grandfather's clothes and toiletries for the hospital.
Over there, Zhang Guoqing had also sorted out the fruits, canned food and some malted milk for the visitors, and handed two net bags to the guards coming in from outside the door.
He himself, while pretending to support his father-in-law, left the inpatient department under the cover of night...
Soon a luxury car and a van behind it drove out of the hospital and returned to the compound soon.
Zhou Jiao, who was about to go to the hospital to change shifts tonight, heard the sound of a car at the door, raised her eyebrows, winked at her two younger sons to go and greet them first, and then she made a phone call to the art troupe.
"Your dad is desperate and has left the hospital without permission, right?"
Zhou Jiao pursed her lips and smiled, "Mom, you go home first."
"Okay, I'm just going home."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jiao shook her head speechlessly. She decided not to tell her mother the truth and let her father enjoy his loving care for a few more days. Otherwise, she, her own mother, would have no idea where to take the group.
As soon as Zhou Xiaozheng entered the house, he asked Secretary Chen and the guards around him to go to rest. As soon as they left, he immediately went into the bedroom full of energy.
"It's still comfortable at home."
Liuyi and Wuyi turned over the quilt first and carefully put an extra pillow under the bed. The two brothers patted the bed and told him to lie down and rest.
Zhou Xiaozheng's mouth curled up when he saw this.
No wonder he was so happy! Didn't he see his daughter Jiaojiao already packing his clothes, his silly son-in-law peeling an apple with a fruit knife, and his eldest grandson coming forward with a hot towel...
He is enjoying being served at this moment!
Wuyi leaned against him and asked, "Grandpa, are you really okay?"
"I'm fine. Come on, tell Grandpa what you did these past two days? Did you two have any fun?"
Wuyi clapped her hands and said, "You've finally asked the right person this time. Come on, I'll tell you... There's a kid in the capital..."
Zhang Guoqing glanced at his youngest son with a smile. "Is this a crosstalk? What else can I say?"
He looked at the pair of younger sons surrounding his father-in-law, then looked at his older son, raised his chin, and motioned him to sit next to him.
Ping An wrung out the towel, dried his hands, and hung it up before smiling and saying, "Are you worried about me?"
This silly kid graduated from high school this year, and happened to encounter a big earthquake. Because of that disruption and delay, Zhang Guoqing only knew that the child was placed in Shi Dashen's house by his grandfather, and he really didn't know what happened to him in detail.
Now that he had some free time and his son had been working for a few days, he and his father could finally have a quiet chat. He wasn't worried about his son being bullied by his colleagues, but he was worried that he might accidentally do some secret mission like his father-in-law.
Ping An took a seat next to him, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I'm a temporary worker right now, mainly translating documents. My grandfather wants me to train in each department and give them a taste before letting me decide on a career."
Zhang Guoqing felt relieved upon hearing this and nodded with a smile. He still remembered what Zuo Lin had said about how high-ranking official families nurtured their offspring.
Looking at the situation, my father-in-law had already made plans, which was good. His son's starting point was different from his own, and besides, the dawn was coming...
"Dad, Grandpa Shi has been frowning these past two days and has asked me several times when my grandpa goes to work. It seems like he has something he can't make up his mind about and wants to discuss it with my grandpa."
Zhang Guoqing's eyes flashed, and he quietly reminded, "The Yi family may have already found him first."
Ping An frowned, was silent for a moment, and then blinked at him.
Zhang Guoqing nodded slightly when he saw this, lowered his head, placed the peeled apple on a plate, and cut it into four pieces. "Bring it over and let the three of you brothers eat with your grandfather."
When Ping'an heard him say this, he knew that the topic had come to an end, so he immediately picked up the plate and walked to the bed.
Over there, Zhou Jiao hung up the clothes. Seeing that they were chatting happily, she didn't go up to disturb them. She left the bedroom and went to the kitchen first.
Aunt Chen, who was busy making dough, saw her come in and asked with a smile what she was going to prepare for the leader as a midnight snack tonight. She also told her one by one what ingredients she had added at home.
With Aunt Chen in the family, Zhou Jiao felt much more relaxed. Logically, Zhang Guoqing, after his promotion, could be assigned a larger house and could also apply for a domestic worker.
But who can compare to Aunt Chen's position in her heart?
Volume 5: After Dawn
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