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...
According to the need for grain tickets when on a business trip, you can collect grain tickets within your ration quota, so this time Aunt had to collect not only her own ration but also the grain tickets for those two.
This involved the length of time they would be away and their complexity, difficult to describe in detail, even though Aunt repeatedly said Doctor Hu had handled it beforehand. Zhou Jiao was also worried she might face someone deliberately making things difficult due to her inability to speak.
Seeing this, the couple quickly went to meet Aunt. They didn’t expect that the closer they got, the clearer they could hear Grandma Tan and the others boasting about Uncle Hu’s glorious deeds.
The couple exchanged a smile, slowing their steps. Kind-hearted people!
After accompanying Aunt back, after a while, Zhou Jiao saw that she really had no issues now, and this time she felt much more at ease. When seeing that Aunt was preparing to cook noodles with meat coupons and cloth tickets, they quickly took their leave.
Unlike her, Zhang Guoqing and his wife were really not short of these things.
As time went by, their grades also climbed step by step, and their salaries also rose step by step. One salary corresponds to one grade, all based on the original salary increases.
Besides Zhou Jiao, due to special reasons, being promoted three levels to level 19, earning over 78 a month, Zhang Guoqing was not worse, with his military treatment at level 22 not much worse than the level 19 administrative treatment.
Over the year, his various tickets and overtime allowances accumulated to a considerable amount. The couple’s monthly salary was 140, not to mention the various benefits from their respective units during the holidays.
Especially now, with the current prices of over one cent for a catty of cabbage, three cents for a catty of watermelon, thirty cents for a catty of large mackerel or yellow croaker, 16.5 cents for refined flour, over eighty cents for pork belly...
Under such prices, even without the supplies from space, even without Zhou Xiaozheng’s subsidies, just relying on the couple alone, they could provide for a family of seven without worrying about food or clothing.
So how could they accept Aunt’s gifts?

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