How does the pattern change? Is it with social status or with experience? These questions, slowly, they as a couple will naturally come to understand.
On the contrary, with Zhou Xiaozheng as such a powerful father, for others, the days filled with crises and fear have quietly slipped by, remaining calm until entering the twelfth lunar month.
After the first snowfall, Beauty Liang fell into a predicament once more. This time, following her man’s downfall, she ultimately became worse than an abandoned pawn.
This outcome did not surprise Zhou Jiao at all.
On the day Liang Shengnan was taken away and exiled from Beijing, she stood quietly at a distance to see her off.
Perhaps for some people, the other party’s crime is not worthy of death.
But there are more innocent people in this world, implicated by the other’s restless maneuvers, causing the downfall of many meritorious and innocent individuals, especially with the other party personally involved in the chess game.
Some rejoice, some grieve, while more people wait for warmth after the snow. But history tells people, with the change of generations, after early winter comes the harsh winter.
Sure enough, soon after, with the passage of time, the streets could no longer remain peaceful, with larger and more frequent conflicts breaking out. Even Doctor Hu, a retired physician, could no longer take leave, let alone Zhou Jiao’s fellow apprentices who were too busy to find time for a sip of water or a casual chat.
In mid-winter, every household, aside from habitually curling up for warmth, is more worried about being innocently affected and harmed. As a result, only a bunch of children unafraid of the cold are chasing and playing in front of their homes.
The small courtyard in the alley, truly at the foot of the Imperial City, had plenty of patrolling guards nearby, making the security relatively reassuring. Its location was just a turn left by the park from the other side.
Upon entering the main house of the courtyard, lifting the thick cotton curtain, a gust of warm air greeted, making it a world apart from the freezing cold outside.
Aunt Chen, for the winter, had switched to a new handicraft, knitting sweaters, not for themselves, but apparently for a sweater factory, earning three to five cents per adult sweater.
Zhou Jiao wasn’t quite sure why she was so tirelessly enthusiastic about contributing everything for her family’s nephew, but she didn’t want to comment much, for fear of being seen as meddlesome.
Doctor Hu was idly roasting potatoes by the stove. Upon seeing her enter, his eyes lit up, smiling as he was about to stand up, only to suddenly frown and give her a glare.
"Yesterday, two gangs got into a bloody fight again. Many had broken arms and legs. Be sure to be careful commuting, and if you see a brawl somewhere, don’t go joining the crowd to watch..."
Zhou Jiao smiled knowingly, "Master, haven’t I not visited for a week? How have you been recently? I brought you some lamb leg for a meal."
Doctor Hu’s eyes flashed with amusement, but he reiterated his advice to his apprentice, "There’s nothing urgent here. Better stay put. The alleys are linked; who knows if someone might suddenly brawl inside."
Finishing, he worriedly furrowed his brow, "Also, put something on your face for protection, and make sure the three kids are watched closely, don’t let them leave the house."
Zhou Jiao forced back a smile, nodding obediently.
"Ah, I feel like leaving again."
"Master, there’s no use going anywhere, with disturbances here, there might be bigger ones outside. I heard from a classmate that they’re really fighting with real weapons in some places."
"Really?"
Zhou Jiao nodded, "They probably wouldn’t lie to me."



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