Chapter 1350 Preparing to Leave Beijing 7



Chapter 1350 Preparing to Leave Beijing 7

No one doesn't like a child who is grateful, especially an old man like Hong Zhanjun.

He just lent the house to Feng Qingxue for her confinement after childbirth. He really gained a lot over the years. He received food, clothing, money and tickets sent by Feng Qingxue every year. She even remembered to come to see him when she came to the capital this time. He was really content.

"I'm an old man and I can't wear, use or eat so many things. I use them all to save people. You have five children, and the expenses are not small. Don't keep sending me money." Hong Zhanjun said, not forgetting to mention that he used the things sent by others to help others. After all, he was offering gifts to others, so he had to say it. This was Feng Qingxue's credit. "I'm old and my memory is not good. I always forget to tell you one thing. Now that I see you, I will tell you while I still remember it."

Feng Qingxue asked what was going on, and Hong Zhanjun said, "There is a little girl who went to work in the countryside and was assigned to your hometown. Her name is Zhou Zhou. She is a poor child. Please ask the elders and villagers to take care of her."

"Zhou Zhou?" The little girl who was always crying? Guan Yu's eyes widened.

"Yes, her name is Zhou Zhou, and she will be sixteen after the Chinese New Year." Speaking of her, Hong Zhanjun could not help but sigh, "This child is so pitiful. She has been neglected by her father and mother since she was born. It is all thanks to her grandmother who raised her. Her grandmother was an old lady with bound feet in the old society. Her husband died early, and now she has to rely on her children and grandchildren for support. Although she has a lot of sons and daughters, there are many disputes when there are too many people. Those sons and daughters-in-law would not give her food if they were unhappy. It was very difficult to raise Zhou Zhou. I left half of the food I had for the two of them, and taught the child some boxing and kicking skills so that she can be strong and not bullied. Finally, the child grew up without any illness or disaster."

Guan Yu exclaimed, "Zhou Zhou knows martial arts? I can't tell. Grandpa Hong, you must be lying to us, right? Although Zhou Zhou didn't cry much when she came to our house to play, I have seen her cry many times in front of others. She looked so pitiful, so soft and weak that she could be blown away by a gust of wind. You said she knows martial arts? You must be lying to me."

Upon hearing this, Hong Zhanjun knew that Zhou Zhou was very familiar with the Lu family, and he felt relieved.

"Zhou Zhou told me in the letter that she met a lot of good people in Wanglou Brigade. It seems that your family is one of them. Zhou Zhou is very cautious. Anyone who can make her approach him must be a good person."

Feng Qingxue suddenly realized, "I saw that Zhou Zhou's walking posture had some military style. It turns out that he learned it from you."

That's why she said Zhou Zhou was very interesting, much more interesting than Zheng Huihui.

Guan Yu turned around and looked at her, "Aunt, did you know that Zhou Zhou knows Kung Fu?"

"I can tell." Feng Qingxue often lived in the army, so she thought she had good eyesight. Later, she heard Guan Cheng talk about Zhou Zhou beating Wang Chengjun in the woods, which made her more certain that Zhou Zhou was not a good person by appearance. She turned to Hong Zhanjun and said, "Uncle Hong, don't worry. Zhou Zhou is doing well in our place. He is well-behaved and obedient, and has good relationships with people."

Hong Zhanjun nodded. "Hearing you say that, I feel relieved. I have always been worried that she would only report good news and not bad news. This child looks weak and is used to crying when she is bullied by others. When people see her crying, they will naturally think that she is being bullied and feel sorry for her. In fact, she is not weak at all. She is just protecting herself."

(End of this chapter)


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