In the study, the three of them each contemplated their own thoughts, the couple carefully pondering and experiencing their feelings. After a while, Zhang Guoqing’s question was heard again.
Zhou Xiaozheng didn’t mind letting his daughter and son-in-law understand more about the stubborn thinking of those old feudalists, nor did he mind them deeply comprehending the conflict between old and new thoughts.
Many things, many truths, seem very complicated. In fact, when simplified and summarized, they ultimately boil down to one purpose: interest.
As the ancient saying goes, "What comes from reading feels shallow, you must experience it yourself to truly understand." Honestly, just relying on the children to read a few books is still too superficial.
If it comes to teaching, Zhou Xiaozheng considers that not many people can surpass him. Even those old gentlemen still around, their rigid Confucian thoughts have long been unsuitable for the new era.
From ancient times to the present, mixing in famous figures from modern foreign history, he analyzed each one. Once again, with his vision beyond the current, he conquered the young couple who were "new humans."
"Listening to you is better than reading books for ten years," is that the feeling?
Zhou Jiao and Zhang Guoqing were long past the point of complaining. Her dad had already analyzed all possible situations; what should they do next?
After discussing the serious matters, they moved on to casual talk.
"...If we talk about backgrounds, which of them are really peasants for eight generations? If their ancestors were peasants for eight generations, how low would their intelligence have to be?"
Zhou Xiaozheng’s offhand joke amused Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao. To be honest, back then, without some family wealth, people couldn’t really afford to produce an educated person.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Zhang Guoqing then laughed, "Dad, you wouldn’t know that on this question, Mr. Mo finally won over Old Yi for once. He said his grandfather was even a servant."
Immediately, the study was filled with laughter.
In the past, when talking about ancestral history, everyone was eager to distance themselves from peasant ancestry. Who would be proud of being a servant? Now it’s different...
It has to be said that this is also a kind of sorrow.
Of course, not everyone enjoys watching the farce and laughing along.
On a winter day, unable to tolerate it anymore, Doctor Hu finally refused to stay in Beijing, left a letter, and went a long way away with Uncle Hu.
The mute Aunt, who stayed alone in the courtyard, continued to do street office manual work at home as always. Except for daily necessities, she wouldn’t go out if she didn’t have to.
Zhou Jiao went a few times, and although she saw that she was living leisurely, she was still a bit worried.
Although now no one dares to break in and steal, what if? And she’s very skeptical about how many people would come to help after Aunt beats the face basin and water bucket in case of an emergency?
At the first large courtyard at the entrance of the alley, three families live there. Some "expert" invited the Red Guards, insisting that the solitary elderly lady in the west room was a land*lady. In the scorching August, the lady in her sixties vehemently denied it, passing away in a few days.
There was also a two-entry courtyard not far from the intersection of an alley running through, where an elderly couple who often walked hand in hand had just "hanged themselves out of guilt" not long ago.
At the fifth courtyard not far away, stacks of thread-bound books were found, and the family is still under supervision, cleaning public toilets, frequently pelted with stones by children...
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