It doesn't count, I don't know. After your old woman said that, everyone looked at the old village chief.
The old village chief naturally knew that Zhou Laosan didn't spend much money to support Zhou Yan, but...
Before the old village chief could speak, a young man from the Zhou family said, "Even if my third uncle's family didn't spend any money, wasn't he raised by my third uncle and aunt? Didn't my third uncle and aunt give him the love of his father and mother?"
"Haha, fatherly and motherly love? Zhou Laosan doesn't even raise his own son, what bullshit is that fatherly and motherly love?"
Zhou Yan lowered his head. In fact, there were many things that he couldn't bear to think about too carefully. He had never thought about them before. Even when his adoptive father forced him to retire from the army on his deathbed, out of filial piety and the grace of raising him, he hadn't thought about the reason.
After he officially joined the army at the age of twelve, unless he had made meritorious service, he and his adoptive parents were never in the same unit, so naturally, they didn't eat or sleep together. As for fatherly love, it was the teacher who truly gave him fatherly love.
If it weren't for his teacher, he wouldn't have been forced to go to college before retiring from the army.
"Zhou Yan, don't play dumb." A young man from the Zhou family shouted, "Why are you silent? Didn't our Zhou family raise you?"
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"My adoptive parents raised me." Zhou Yan couldn't deny this. After all, before he was six years old, even if his biological parents gave him money, he wouldn't have survived without his adoptive parents.
"Listen, listen, he admitted it himself."
"That's right, it's true that our Zhou family supports him. But twenty dollars is enough for what?"
"..." The young men of the Zhou family were all very proud, but the rest of the village remained silent. Some of the Zhou family members who knew the inside story and had more dignity lowered their heads in embarrassment.
The child's biological parents gave them twenty dollars, which was a lot of money in that era. However, the Zhou family, with so many people, only raised the child until he was six years old and then let him go.
"Yes! I did." Li Guihua smiled. "But, since the founding of the People's Republic of China, you have taken a lot of things from the post office every month, right? I can read, and those were all mailed to Zhou Laosan. Some were specifically for Zhou Yan. Did you give them to him?"
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