Zhang Guoqing jogged along, hurriedly greeted the many acquaintances he passed by, locked the door and entered the yard, letting out a long sigh. The people in his hometown are really warm and welcoming!
Standing in the yard, he immediately caught sight of the carts in the yard. They were so eye-catching. Pile up so high, it was impossible not to notice them.
Zhang Guoqing noticed some movement in the kitchen and knew without hesitation that his wife was loading something into the cellar again. Thinking of the food coupons in his father's hand, he grinned with joy.
They are such a troublesome family!
In the kitchen, Zhou Jiao had just come up from the basement. When she saw him, she smiled and said, "In addition to daily necessities, I put in five bags of flour and two bags of rice. I dare not put in more. If I don't do it well, Dad might ask Godfather to sell it again."
"Five bags of flour weigh two hundred and fifty kilograms, which is still too much. He will still sell it." Zhang Guoqing smiled helplessly.
"Did you see the cart outside? That's for my two sisters. I hid two bags of flour in it, and ten pounds of cotton for my eldest sister."
Zhang Guoqing understood and asked, "Did Mom give the flour to the eldest and second sons? There are only three bags left... Smart! It will be hard for Dad to sell it this way."
Zhou Jiao smiled proudly and said, "These are of very good quality. You can't buy them back even if you sell them. Let's get it done quickly and go back to be with our son."
Zhang Guoqing took her out of the kitchen, and the couple locked the door and pushed the cart to Zhang Meili's house.
Zhang Meili, who was having breakfast, saw her younger brother and his wife coming over. She happily let her parents-in-law continue eating, and she immediately put down her bowl and chopsticks and ran out.
As soon as she left the living room, she saw firewood on a cart in the yard. She asked anxiously, "Why didn't you take a good rest after coming home for a few days? Who asked you to collect firewood?"
Given her quick-talking nature, Zhang Guoqing quickly unloaded the firewood, took out a bag of flour, and shook it at her to show off.
Before she could speak, Zhang Guoqing pulled Zhou Jiao along and ran, saying, "I'm going to my second sister's house first."
Zhang Meili watched them run away in amazement. She lowered her head and touched the cloth bag half covered by the straw. She was immediately furious. What a spendthrift child! He's been spending money recklessly again in just a few days since he came back.
White flour! At least 50 kilograms of white flour! Four brothers and sisters would have 200 kilograms, and with her mother, that would definitely be more than one bag. How much would that cost? This prodigal son!
Zhang Chunming put down his chopsticks and followed quickly out, but Zhang Guoqing and his wife had already run away.
Seeing his wife patting the cart, he asked curiously, "What's wrong? Hey, why is Xiaowu bringing firewood to our house? Ziwen and the others are so old..."
At this point, he discovered the bag covering the inside of the car, and there was something he didn't understand.
Zhang Meili smiled bitterly and shook her head at him. "I was afraid I'd be nagging, so I just grabbed a bag of flour and dragged Jiaojiao to Meihao's house. Forget it, just help me move it to the kitchen."
Zhang Chunming scratched his head, "This favor is piling up."
"What nonsense are you talking about? He's my own brother, we shouldn't be polite to him. Dad, you move in first, otherwise it will be bad if the neighbors come over and see it."
Zhang Chunming smiled and shook his head. Just as he took out the cloth bag, he found another bag underneath. He looked at his wife in amusement. Needless to say, this was another unique one!
Zhang Meili took it, opened the bag, and saw it was filled with cotton. She smiled and said, "It just happened to be winter clothes for Mom and Dad. This must have been prepared by Jiaojiao. A few days ago, I was hanging clothes to refill the cotton for Mom and Dad, and she told me not to bother."
"There are so many, make one for your parents too."
Zhang Meili wasn't stupid. Her parents had all sorts of clothes, so she could easily make them for them. She laughed and said, "Even if I made them and sent them to her, she'd still get scolded. I'll make them an extra set so they can wear them this winter."
Zhang Chunming finally understood the talk of "father and mother here, father and mother there." He was secretly happy that he had found a good wife. He was touched and felt guilty. He vowed to make sure his wife lived a good life.
Zhang Chunming, holding two bags, didn't go to the kitchen, but went straight into the living room. His wife was so good, he had to let his parents know that they had made the right choice, right?
"Is it Xiaowu coming over? Why didn't he come in and sit down? Why are you bringing something over again?"
"He's going to give his second sister some flour. This big bag of cotton is something his mother asked Jiaojiao for to make winter clothes for you two."
"We are old and don't need such good cotton. We can still wear last year's cotton. Ziwen and the others are grown up now. Ask your wife to make new clothes for the children to wear during the New Year."
"You don't know how filial your daughter-in-law is. It's strange that she would listen to me. Mom and Dad, put on the clothes. This is the child's mother's intention. Ziwen and his family don't lack clothes, and his uncle doesn't want the child to be cold."
Outside, Zhang Meili listened to the laughter of her parents-in-law in the living room and sighed secretly. Her little five had suffered a great loss!
Zhang Guoqing didn't stay at his second sister Zhang Meihao's house for long. He was stopped by Uncle Chen to chat for a few words. The couple said goodbye and left on the pretext that their children were waiting for them to return to the village.
"Sister, why are you still waiting for me in the yard?"
Zhang Meili saw him come in, turned her head to look at the living room, pointed her finger at him, and whispered, "There are outsiders here today, wait and see how I'll deal with you later."
After she finished speaking, she saw Zhou Jiao covering her mouth and laughing, "You too."
Zhang Guoqing nodded cheerfully, "Okay, I'll go home early this weekend."
Zhang Meili felt warm at the thought. "Go home" was what her brother always said. Yes, that was her home, not her parents' home like others.
"Sister, let's go say hello to Ziwen's grandparents first, and then we have to hurry back to the village."
Zhang Guoqing waited for Zhou Jiao to finish speaking, then pushed his eldest sister into the living room and chatted with the old couple, Accountant Zhang. He declined their offer to see him off before pulling the cart away.
After leaving the county town, Zhou Jiao said in frustration, "How could I have forgotten to wait for you at home? This back and forth of politeness is such a headache."
"Okay, leave it to me from now on." Zhang Guoqing knew she didn't like these social events. Besides her eldest sister, no one else could get into her heart, so naturally she didn't want to have too much contact with them.
Zhou Jiao smiled at him apologetically. She knew that her father had spoiled her a little over the years, but she was really impatient with these polite words.
"Silly wife!" Zhang Guoqing patted the cart and asked her to sit. What was there to apologize for between them? Zhou Jiao had already compromised a lot for herself. Otherwise, with her personality, she would have long since blocked out anyone she disliked, never to have any contact with them again.
"I want to walk with you."
"Okay, come up when you're tired. Jiaojiao, you don't need to put on a fake smile for me in front of outsiders anymore. I don't want to put you in a difficult position. I've been working hard just to let you live the life you want. If you keep pretending your emotions, I'm afraid I'll get used to it and lose you one day."
Zhou Jiao smiled at him, "Outsiders can't affect my emotions, so who are they? When the day comes when I can't stand it anymore, I'll tell you directly. Keep working hard, young man!"
Zhang Guoqing waved his arm toward her and looked around. The commune members in the distant fields couldn't see clearly either. He immediately picked up Zhou Jiao, kissed her, and put her on the stroller.
Before Zhou Jiao could scream in surprise, Zhang Guoqing shouted, "Hold on, let's go!"
Hearing this, she subconsciously grabbed both sides and watched him push the cart quickly, her heart warmed. The receding scenery seemed unable to hold her gaze, and she smiled at him foolishly.
There is always someone like this who touches her all the time. It’s great to have him!
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