In this world, lives are lost every day, and new lives are born. No one cares about the disappearance of an insignificant life that has nothing to do with them.
It's the end of the year again, and the children, who are on holiday, are looking forward to the New Year with great joy. In the cold winter, they gather in the West Wing reading room, hoping to calculate how much lucky money they will receive.
Oh, no, now we are talking about pocket money.
The six-month-old twins in the east wing heard their older brothers and sisters talking outside the window, and started to wow and gesture towards the outside.
Just as Zhou Jiao expected, the two children, though unable to speak, were already able to read expressions. Seeing that the adults had no intention of leaving, they immediately started to wail without shedding tears.
The two pairs of chubby hands covered their eyes with a gap between their fingers, and the two little brothers could even coordinate and look at each other, performing a tenor that rose and fell.
Wuyi, who was a pound lighter than his brother at birth, now weighs almost nothing compared to him. His almond-shaped eyes, resembling his mother's features, glanced around and cried for a while. Seeing no one to hold him, he stopped and stretched out his legs to imitate the kick of his brother in front of him.
——Liuyi, who was about to howl, fell down suddenly.
Now that was good, Liuyi immediately climbed up and grabbed him.
Zhang Guoqing, watching the fun, had a headache separating the two brothers. What a pair of enemies! On good days, they could cheerfully exchange Martian words, but if they weren't paying attention, they'd start a fight.
What about the love and affection you promised us?
"It's too cold outside to go out." Zhang Guoqing grabbed the bottle and gestured, "Can you drink milk first?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two brothers immediately stretched out their arms to grab it. Not only that, the fat finger pointed at the elder brother (younger brother) and uttered a series of Martian words.
This drama began to repeat itself day after day after the child turned six months old. With a son this young, Zhang Guoqing wondered if they would continue to fight.
Zhou Jiao slapped each of them on the buttocks and scolded them with a serious face: "If you don't behave, I will beat you!"
“*&……%……&#￥”
“%…@#…”
"Stop making noise." Zhou Jiao finally used her trump card and hid the bottle behind her. Sure enough, the two little brothers quieted down and looked at her with dazed eyes.
Zhang Guoqing picked up Wuyi with amusement, "You little rascal, how could you kick me first? Be good, let's have a competition between Wuyi and me to see who can drink faster."
Liuyi was held by Zhou Jiao, ignoring his brother. His little head kept searching for the bottle, and only when Zhou Jiao caught his little mouth did he happily hold the bottle while drinking.
"Don't they say twins are very close and have a great bond? Why are they always at odds with each other?"
"It's up to you."
"Wife, are you saying something else?"
Not long after eating and drinking, the two young masters were served and fell asleep. Seeing this, Zhou Jiao breathed a sigh of relief... The naughty boy is really not as good as the little cotton jacket.
Zhang Guoqing looked at his two sons with a smile, "No wonder Dad said the house is getting more and more lively. Once they can walk, it will be absolutely chaotic."
"It's a big deal now!" Zhou Jiao glanced at him, "Didn't you see Yueyaer doesn't dare to get close to them now?"
"Who let that little girl snatch their milk bottles?"
"It's not a bad thing to say." Zhou Jiao deliberately looked at the pile of toys on the carpet. "I think they are just like Ping An, both very stingy."
Zhang Guoqing was well aware of his three sons' stinginess, but he still retorted, "Who said that? Ping An gave all his treasured toys to his brothers without blinking an eye."
He gave an example: "When Ping An drinks milk, the two of them won't fight over it. They're very generous."
Zhou Jiao looked at him amusedly and nodded, "Yes, your son is generous!" After a pause, she said, "He'll talk about Ping An day and night. Just wait and see."
Hearing this, Zhang Guoqing suppressed his laughter and pushed her out. Standing in the yard, he couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. Who else could be as cunning as Ping An? He would tell his brothers every day that they gave their money to others and it was gone.
Thinking of Ping An, Zhang Guoqing felt sincerely relieved.
"Brother, bring me some paint when you have time."
"What else do you want to draw? The child is still young, there's no need to post so many literacy pictures." Zhang Guoqing gave her a disapproving look, "Just rest more when you have time."
Zhou Jiao was about to reply when she saw Aunt Sun. A glint flashed in her eyes and she lowered her eyelids. "Looking at more pictures and learning words by comparison will benefit children's growth."
Seeing that her children's precocious intelligence would inevitably attract those with ulterior motives, she had to act in advance. She had to give people the impression that her parents would educate their children to be smarter.
Since the holidays, she has been racking her brains over complementary foods and communicating with her sons all day. This repetitive tossing and turning is simply an attempt to hide the truth.
Just now, when Wuyi kicked, Liuyi fell down immediately; and there were also red and swollen marks left when Liuyi angrily slapped Yueyaer; and them... all this has clearly shown that the children have inherited their father's talents.
The power cannot be hidden, but there are some things that you still have to be careful about.
Zhou Jiao could imagine what a sensation it would cause if she didn't hide it anymore and Aunt Sun boasted about her three children to outsiders.
"Tomorrow, you just have to accompany me to the suburbs."
Zhou Jiao nodded in understanding. Now, they no longer claimed to be going to the black market to exchange their supplies, but instead used the excuse of going to the village to exchange them. Especially since the policy was relaxed two years ago, with private plots now encouraged to raise more pigs, chickens, and ducks.
It's ridiculous. Private transactions are prohibited, and those caught will be severely punished, but bartering is completely fined. So, if there's a policy, there's a countermeasure.
For example, except for domestic pigs, the meat processing plant must buy them at 40 cents per pound. Who would be willing to do that except for those who are honest and timid?
Naturally, some desperate farmers would ask the production team to keep the crops for their own use in order to secure higher prices. Were the team led by Captain Qian unaware of the situation? They simply turned a blind eye.
As long as the purchase volume is met, who would really want to go against the members? Moreover, if they can afford to raise pigs when they can barely get enough to eat these days, they must have some ability.
This way, there is one less risk compared to the black market, especially since prices are lower in the village. Many city dwellers have gained many "relatives".
This time they went there for pork. Compared to those outsiders, Aunt Qian trusted the young couple more and had already gathered the New Year pork from her husband's family and her own family, waiting for them to "barter".
Zhou Jiao had no shortage of supplies, but knowing that the policy could change at any moment, how could she refuse? So, despite the mountain of game, she still accepted it.
"It's a pity I can't go back home this year. Uncle Sanyuan wrote to say Captain Liu's villages have had another bumper harvest. I wonder how much he bought?"
Zhou Jiao glanced at him.
"Do you think he can still buy fine grain?" Zhang Guoqing raised the corner of his mouth with a wicked smile. "I think he's just showing off. It's definitely going to be tough."
Is there any need to say more?
That year, the young couple disguised themselves and purchased so much fine grain. Although no one starved to death in several production brigades afterwards, you can imagine how heartbreaking it must have been.
Zhou Jiao noticed Yi Shumin coming in with her daughter in her arms. She nudged him and went forward to greet him, "Yueyaer, have you eaten?"
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