When Zhang Guoqing asked this question, the family just came into the living room.
"I accompanied the old leader and others to receive foreign guests this afternoon, and then had another party in the evening. If I'm delayed, I'll be back late." Zhou Xiaozheng shook his head. "You've been in the car for so long. Go upstairs and rest first. We can talk tomorrow."
Zhang Guoqing glanced at his wife with amusement, "Dad, we'll be back at work tomorrow, so why not chat a little longer while you're having your midnight snack? Jiaojiao's been missing you so much back home that she's wiping away tears."
"Just keep making it up."
"Girl, do you mean you don't miss me and your dad?" Miao Lishan glanced at her. "You might as well be with Ping An and the others. All three of them said they missed me so much that their hearts broke."
"Hehe..." Zhou Jiao stuck out her tongue, let go of her father's arm and ran to the kitchen. She was not good at talking... but she was fast at running errands.
"Slow down." Zhou Xiaozheng watched his daughter leave worriedly and couldn't help but remind her.
Zhang Guoqing was no longer surprised by Zhou Jiao's behavior. She only acted like a little girl in front of him and his father-in-law.
Zhou Xiaozheng was eating supper while listening to his daughter and son-in-law talking about their experiences along the way. He was torn for a moment, and had to find time to tell his daughter how to tell her without making her worry too much.
It was late at night, and Zhou Jiao and Zhang Guoqing didn't say much. They only wanted to report good news and not bad news. With Miao Lishan interjecting and joking, the atmosphere was very harmonious and pleasant.
The topic just happened to shift from chatting about picking up Old Lady Cheng from their hometown in Northeast China to the weekend gathering that Cheng Ruzhu mentioned, so Miao Lishan asked her husband for his opinion.
Zhou Xiaozheng's wife was worried about the negative impact of this, so she shook her head and smiled, "It doesn't matter to anyone else. There's an idiom that goes, 'One should not blame the masses.'"
After a pause, he continued, "Jiaojiao, for the time being, let's put our family's external donations on hold."
Zhou Jiao's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly asked, "Dad, who said what?"
Zhou Xiaozheng knew the child would overthink things, so he tried to slow down his tone and said calmly, "I'm just in case. Vice Premier Hua's wife paid out of her own pocket to help several workers with their financial difficulties while inspecting the factory. Now someone has reported that their approach and ideology are flawed."
"There are also several people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who are now on the list. It is said that they tipped waiters and waitresses while abroad. Oh, and there are also some who imitate those capitalists and wear foreign skirts."
Zhou Jiao secretly clicked her tongue.
She patted her chest and said, "Luckily, Dad, you reminded me before. Okay, I understand. Should I write to those people and explain?"
Zhou Xiaozheng shook his head. "That's not necessary. After so many years, some of the orphans of the martyrs have grown up and should be able to support themselves."
Zhou Jiao pondered for a moment, "Where are those old soldiers?"
"It has also been cancelled. The senior leaders have already discussed this issue today. In the future, the local armed forces will implement more detailed measures to address the living needs of these veteran comrades. Specific details will be issued soon."
Hearing Zhou Xiaozheng say this, she carefully examined his expression. Seeing nothing unusual, she nodded slightly and asked anxiously, "Dad, is there really no one giving you any trouble?"
Zhou Xiaozheng wiped his hands with a wet towel and said, "I have already filed a case with the old leader. He knows every little thing about our family. No one will make things difficult for themselves."
Hearing this, Zhou Jiao speechlessly gave her father a thumbs-up. "You're awesome! You're even more foresighted than a futurist like me, okay?!"
Zhou Xiaozheng chuckled at this. This silly girl! Actually, there are some things that don't need to be said. Even Xiao Wuyi at home is such a chatterbox that he keeps nagging whenever he meets the old leaders.
The three children were so smart, it was all because of their parents' proper education. However, he didn't intend to say anything about this, otherwise his stupid son-in-law would be even more unprincipled and follow the children.
After returning home, it was natural to return to work. Going to and from work became a daily routine, especially for Zhou Jiao, who now even gave up the opportunity to go on business trips to her colleagues.
She was not unaware of the travel allowance, the national food coupons she saved, the travel benefits, etc., but relatively speaking, apart from being able to accompany her family, she did not like going to other places to speak quotations or give ideological guidance.
When the school season started, the children went to school or kindergarten. After Zhang Guoqing was promoted, her life at the unit became more and more stable.
In the past, Shi Dashen might give her some tasks, but now, I don’t know whether it is to protect her, or it involves all aspects, perhaps she is being impacted by the digital group from beginning to end.
In short, she still received the benefits, but she lost her job...
Well, in fact, it's not just her. Even Hu Xiaohui has nothing to do in Beijing. Apart from going to get off work as usual, she has also started to live a "hatching chicks" life.
It was not until the Chinese New Year that Zhou Jiao received a call from her younger sister with the good news. She had finally hatched a chick, which was said to like spicy food very much. She hoped that she would have a soft and caring little one next year.
Is he a sweet and caring little cotton-padded jacket? Zhou Jiao didn't know, she could only say that the little Liuliu, who was disliked by his father since birth, was a lucky child.
From the time he was in his mother's belly until he was one year old, Hu Xiaohui never went on a business trip or worked overtime, and received full care from his mother.
Days passed one by one, winter turned to spring, and the children gradually grew up. Watching Ping An teaching his younger brothers to disassemble the wooden warehouse branches, one cannot help but sigh that time flies...
"Ping An, come out quickly."
Groups of children were singing outside downstairs. Ping An in the house shook his head, stood up and walked to the window, silently waved outside to indicate that he heard them.
"Mom, we've made an appointment with everyone to go to the outskirts of the city."
Zhou Jiao had already put down the book in her hand when she heard these sounds. She smiled and nodded, pointing to the three shoulder bags hanging on the wall, "Bring some snacks."
"Mom, let's go. We'll bring you flowers when we come back."
Zhou Jiao looked at her youngest son with amusement, "Don't break my peach blossom like last time."
"Mom, you...how could you...you've hurt your son's filial piety."
Ping An patted Wuyi's head and tossed one of the bags to him, "Okay, stop playing tricks."
"Brother, you are jealous of me because I am well-behaved and sensible, right?"
Liuyi reached out and took his shoulder bag from Ping'an. He snorted, "Are you being well-behaved? Where's your dignity? Who am I taking the blame for?"
Wuyi nudged him with his arm. "You always try to pass the buck to others, but I always cover for you. Our dad said that brothers are only for this life, so you have to cherish me as your brother."
Liuyi quickly ran to Zhou Jiao and said, "Mom, please put Wuyi back into your stomach and transform it."
Wuyi put his hands on his hips and pointed at him, "Liuyi, are we brothers? I was bullied by you in the past. I was almost a pound lighter than you, and yet you came out to be my brother first."
Ping An immediately stepped forward and slapped his hand away, "Where did you learn that? If you were more eloquent, you'd be just as good as those village women. Are you still going?"
"Brother, I'm so innocent. I learned this posture from those great grandfathers." Wuyi, carrying a crossbody bag, walked over to Liuyi, holding hands with his good brother. He waved goodbye to Zhou Jiao as they walked, and did not forget to argue for himself.
Zhou Jiao shook her head speechlessly. Who knew who this kid took after? He'd never lost in a verbal duel. Ping An, on the other hand, was becoming less and less talkative as he grew older.
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