Zhang Guoqing didn't know about this, otherwise he would have run home out of boredom. At this moment, he was holding Xizi's letter in his hand. After reading it, he raised his eyebrows.
"Second brother, I heard that Old Mrs. Zhou is seriously ill. Do you want to tell Dad first?"
Zhou Jiao put down her hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook her head, "Forget it. Dad has been under a lot of pressure on his official duties recently, and has been in meetings all day long."
Besides, what good would it do if he knew? Her father had been sending money to Old Lady Zhou, but she hadn't replied a single word. Later, he even blamed himself.
Now he is well, and he didn't even inform his father and daughter about his illness.
This is better, it’s a clean break.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jiao picked up the book again and immersed herself in the sea of books.
Zhang Guoqing saw the bookworm leisurely spending the afternoon with a cup of tea and a book. He was also happy that she didn't go out, otherwise she would be walking back and forth on the beach in her swimsuit, which would be a scene...
It’s really not good to have a beautiful wife. Even the most conservative swimsuit can make people stare.
Well, it’s better to be at home.
As Ping'an walked in, he saw his father clinging to his mother again and shaking his head like a little adult.
"Dad, you should care more about me."
Zhang Guoqing was very happy to see his son. He immediately took over the son who rushed forward and said, "Where did you go to visit today? Dad wanted to care about you and see you."
"Grandpa Liu," Ping An said, raising his chin in dissatisfaction. "You should buy me a popsicle. You can't let your son suffer because you're afraid of your wife."
Zhang Guoqing kissed the child and said, "Son, Daddy is not afraid of his wife. Your mom is doing this for your own good. Look, once the popsicle melts, it's just water. It has no nutrition at all. You're still young, and your stomach is still that of a baby. It's not good to be too cold."
Ping An looked at him sadly, "When will I grow up? Yesterday you said I was a little adult and should be obedient."
Zhou Jiao looked up at Zhang Guoqing who was choked speechless and smiled...I'll teach you how to lie to children in the future.
"Your mind is like that of a little adult, but your body isn't. Uh... Daddy means that although Ping'an is smart and knows a lot, he's still a baby after all. When you're about ten years old, you can enjoy the best food and drink and do whatever you want."
After saying that, Zhang Guoqing saw his son started to count the time, so he quickly changed the subject, "What do you want to eat tonight? Daddy will cook it himself."
Ping An smiled slyly, "I want you to take me hunting. I heard from the uncles that they are going to the Bashang Grassland and to see the little girl." As he spoke, he asked unhappily, "Dad, who is the little girl? Is she as smart as me? Why do the uncles laugh so happily when they talk about the little girl?"
Zhou Jiao spat out a mouthful of tea.
Zhang Guoqing laughed heartily. "The little girl the uncles are talking about isn't just one person; they're referring to older girls. These uncles are missing wives. We just need to know about this safely, but don't spread it around."
"I promised Dad, but you haven't promised me yet."
Zhang Guoqing squeezed his son's arm after hearing this and said, "Now, can you throw the little stone accurately? If you have such an accurate head, Dad will take you hunting personally. Otherwise, it's boring to run after them in such a hot day."
Zhou Jiao stood up and went back to the room to pull out a wooden box.
Ping An quickly opened it, took out a few thick pieces of wood, put them together, put on a helmet wrapped in thick cotton, grabbed a bag of Yuhua stones, stepped back a long distance, grabbed the Yuhua stones and threw them over.
The movements are natural and smooth without any pauses, which shows that he exercises regularly.
There was a "pop" sound from the helmet...and it hit the black circle on the cotton cloth.
Zhang Guoqing watched from the side for a while, and seeing that he had mastered the power, he nodded with satisfaction. You know, at the beginning, every time either the dummy fell apart or the cotton flew off.
"Good. It's time to practice archery. Starting tomorrow, Dad will set up a straw target in the yard. You can practice for a while every day, but don't get too tired. Rest if it hurts."
Zhou Jiao saw her son's eyes filled with surprise, but her face remained stern as she waited for the result. She smiled and said, "Your father meant to use small stones. Once you've practiced with the bow for a few days, I'll take you hunting."
Zhang Guoqing saw his son waiting for his confirmation. He was secretly happy. Finally, the day came when he could be the head of the family for his son. Having a genius son was really hard.
He nodded, gave the child a thumbs-up, and praised him, "You're better than Dad. Don't worry about not having a chance to practice. Even if you can't go to the dam this time, Dad will find a chance to take you there to practice at the end of the year."
Zhou Jiao whispered to the child, "We shouldn't be too active in the activities going to the dam. We should wait until they confirm the time before we go. Do you know what this means?"
Ping An rolled his eyes, nodded, looked at the kitchen, and whispered back, "Don't be the first to stick your head out."
Zhang Guoqing followed his gaze, feeling delighted. As expected of Zhou Jiao's son, he was just as suspicious. Aunt Chen treated Ping'an better than her own grandson, yet even that made Ping'an wary.
However, this person has a good temper, much better than himself. In the future, they can't always support their children on their way. If they always hold doubts, they can hide their thoughts and not hurt their hearts.
After dinner, Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao set up a target in the yard so that the children could practice archery smoothly in the morning.
In the study, Ping An stood on Zhou Xiaozheng's knees and squeezed his grandfather's shoulders. "Grandpa, are you comfortable? Once I practice my bow, you won't lack meat to eat in the future. I've thought about it. I won't eat anything that doesn't taste good."
Zhou Xiaozheng was protecting the child and didn't tell him not to give up the massage. But when he heard him say in a childish voice that he didn't want anything that didn't taste good, he smiled.
"Whether born to fly or run, these animals all have their own survival skills, and you might not be able to catch them. You still have to hone your skills. The strong prey on the weak... Only if you have superior skills can you win."
Ping An nodded and said, "Yes, I am studying the Thirty-Six Stratagems every day. Mom said that once I can use them, I can read Sun Tzu's Art of War."
Zhou Xiaozheng patted the child, "Isn't it too tiring? You're still too young, just play when you need to. Don't rush to learn everything at once."
"No, it's very interesting."
After saying that, Ping An squatted down and whispered, "Grandpa Liu said on the phone today, 'Big Brother, don't jump around for me, just stay where you are.' He called Grandma Liu and said that now is the most critical time for the second child, and we can't let the first child get involved in the second child. Xiaozhi and I heard it all while playing hide-and-seek in the living room. Grandpa, is this a sacrifice to save the king?"
Zhou Xiaozheng smiled with relief, "That's what I meant. Speaking of which, you have to think about this: if the pawn that was abandoned wasn't his biological son, but an outsider, what would be the pawn's fate? Second question, if you wanted to deal with the Liu family, who would you choose to attack first?"
In the study, Zhou Xiaozheng was teaching his child attentively. The topics they discussed were beyond the comprehension of a four or five-year-old. One asked with care, the other answered with joy.
At this moment, even Zhang Guoqing probably didn't expect that the baby he held in his arms and who acted like a spoiled child with him was so outstanding. While other people's sons were mischievous and causing trouble everywhere, his eldest son was already mentally mature and looked at the world with a smile.
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