The weather was getting colder by the day, and time passed as Zhou Jiao dragged Zhang Guoqing up the mountain in search of resources. With the heavy snow impending, Zhang Guoqing began packing his family’s usual luggage.
Seizing a sunny day, the new courtyard was entrusted to Mr. Zhang and his wife, who had already moved back to the old courtyard. They called a carriage and brought Zhou Jiao, their son, and a pile of luggage back to the county town.
As soon as Zhang Guoqing returned to the small courtyard in the county, he felt a sense of relief. Living in the village, his house was always bustling with people, and the main hall was always filled with smoke. Regardless of whether they had a relationship with him, visitors would latch onto him, endlessly talking about gratitude, social interactions, and small talk, which troubled him greatly.
The worst was when some women would burst into his room uninvited, sit on the brick bed smoking dry tobacco, and wouldn’t forget to hold Zhou Jiao’s hand, their loud voices waking even the sleeping child. They didn’t care about the previously distant relationship, loudly spitting as they spoke, while the children they brought along randomly rifled through cabinets and boxes.
Thinking of these chaotic days, Zhang Guoqing shook his head helplessly. In the short term, his family truly had no plans to return, nor dared to return.
In the living room, Zhou Jiao placed the child in the cradle sent by Zhao Dashan and pulled Zhang Guoqing aside, saying, "Bro, let’s stick to the original plan. Let’s start by playing the game of switching outfits."
Zhang Guoqing laughed heartily, finally making the most of their space. As soon as the carpenter informed him a few days ago, he took the opportunity to store the newly made furniture into the space, just waiting to swap everything out in the county town. They even had a reason ready, and had rehearsed on how to handle Mr. Zhang and Mother Zhang.
Zhou Jiao led him to the bedroom, gently touched, and the room was empty in an instant. Watching her like a fairy wielding a magic wand, arranging new furniture without effort, clothing placed with ease, the room changed in the blink of an eye.
Despite having seen it many times, Zhang Guoqing couldn’t help but be astounded. It’s best to avoid using this space if possible, for any disclosure could spell immense disaster.
Zhang Guoqing contentedly looked at the new closed bookshelves in the study. Although it cost him quite a bit, once closed, they were inconspicuous. They planned to stay in the county town frequently going forward, attracting more visitors and envious eyes. Less trouble is better. He feared others digging up old accounts.
"Do you think we should tell my dad about these changes? We can fool others but not him. Knowing how much I love these old items, he will surely suspect something and might rush over immediately."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Guoqing nodded. They explained to others that they didn’t like old items and divided them to friends and relatives. This could fool ordinary people, but not his father-in-law.
"We must make it clear to dad. Our explanation won’t convince Uncle Dashan and Godfather either; they’ll surely mention it to dad. Just like we told dad and mom, the items were too valuable, and many are secretly envious of us. We found an excuse to hide them away for future use. Dad will help cover for us when he hears."
Seeing the study was all set, Zhou Jiao led Zhang Guoqing to the living room, nodding in agreement. Coincidentally, she needed to write to her father about their move to the county town, and the address for letters and telegrams would have to change.
Seeing her beginning to daydream, Zhang Guoqing reminded her, "Be sure not to touch the baby’s cradle. If the space collects the cradle, our son falling is no joke."
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