Zhou Yan looked up, a flash of red in his eyes. But when he met the three pairs of eyes that looked at him, especially the two little girls, with their round, innocent eyes, the gloom in his heart seemed to be instantly dispelled. He thought for a moment and said, "I think I should continue to keep those retired soldiers I brought with me."
Old Master Zhou looked at the two great-granddaughters in his arms and recalled his previous investigation. He knew that if it weren't for those children, his great-granddaughters might have been fed to stray dogs.
"I have a house in Qingshui Lane, a two-story courtyard. It's very close to the machinery factory. I originally thought that you could live there after you start working. I'm busy with work during the week and only have some time to be home during the holidays. It's not convenient to get in and out here. But I was thinking of letting you live in that house, and it's a bit empty. It would be nice if you could let the kids live there."
Zhou Yan looked at Mr. Zhou, stood up and bowed: "Thank you!"
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Grandpa Zhou looked at his grandson, whose serious expression and righteous spirit were evident, with satisfaction in his eyes. Although the people of Zhoujia Village had schemed many things, his grandson had weathered the storms of war and been well-trained by the state because of their schemes.
"Xiao Yu..." Old Master Zhou suddenly wanted to say more. He glanced hesitantly at the kitchen and lowered his voice. "You should know that this place, Sijiu City, is not as peaceful as it appears. I can arrange for both of you to work in the machinery factory, but your identity is bound to be attacked. In this way, his differences will be used as a spearhead for attack. You may not care, but people's words are scary."
Zhou Yan thought for a moment and said, "The work... that was assigned to Xiaoyu, can it be given to Gangzi?"
Old Master Zhou frowned, obviously not very satisfied with his grandson's arrangement.
Zhou Yan saw that he had misunderstood and explained embarrassedly: "Xiao Yu doesn't like to go out, he likes to stay at home, and he likes to write." This was something that a little god had repeatedly emphasized before he came.
Mr. Zhou's face was full of suspicion.
Zhou Yan couldn't tell them that they were busy collecting incense. If it weren't for Long Xunhai and Lei Xiangqian, they wouldn't have planned to come back in the past three years.
"Xiaoyu is a bit lazy, so I'll take care of him at home."
Mr. Zhou raised his eyebrows: "Have you discussed this?"
"Um."
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