Before leaving, Old Mrs. Cheng handed Zhang Guoqing two parcels. As rushing to catch the train, he didn’t have time to refuse multiple times, nor was it convenient to open them on the train.
Now, after finishing the noodles, Zhang Guoqing opened all the luggage he brought back, startling Mr. Zhang and Mother Zhang. Earlier, they were busy greeting their oldest son and hadn’t looked closely.
"Xiao Wu, why so many things?"
Zhang Guoqing shook his head with a smile, "Those two bags are from Aunt Grandma for you, the rest are from my father-in-law. These old clothes were given by my buddies from the Big Courtyard."
Mother Zhang laughed and cried, patting him, "You silly child, how did you have the nerve to ask? Our family doesn’t lack clothes."
Zhou Jiao knew these old clothes were meant for the villagers. Some families with better conditions wouldn’t let their nieces and nephews wear hand-me-downs, so after Zhang Guoqing found out, he took all of them.
"I just told everyone that whoever had unwanted old clothes, give them to me, and who knew they spread the word and sent everything to our home. I’ve selected some to bring back, tomorrow I’ll give them to Third Grandpa to distribute."
Mr. Zhang nodded with a smile. There’s no shame in being poor, kids are thoughtful enough to do their part for the village.
"I need to pick some good ones to keep for later use."
Zhang Guoqing didn’t stop her, as long as his mother was happy.
Mother Zhang was indeed very happy, especially seeing the dry goods the couple bought without using food coupons, she was even happier—grinning widely.
The family chatted for a while, then Zhang Guoqing took two boxes of preserved fruit and two boxes of pastries, leading Zhou Jiao to visit neighbors. Since they’re back, maintaining good relationships is a must. Distant relatives aren’t as good as close neighbors, with his parents still in their hometown, they relied on neighbors for extra care.
As news of Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao returning spread, by evening, people came rushing into the small courtyard. At this time, there was an unspeakable admiration for Beijing.
In the living room, everyone gathered around photos, enough stories were shared about Beijing, and they cheerfully chatted until dispersing before dinner.
Now, only the large family remained, Zhou Jiao finally sighed in relief. Too many people, everyone speaking one after another, while lively, she wasn’t accustomed to the smoke-filled house.
Compared to Zhang Meihao, who was only two months pregnant, Lin Juhua was already showing, visibly thinner, yet still bright and cheerful.
Zhou Jiao saw her wanting to help in the kitchen and quickly grabbed her, "Second Sister-in-law, you and Second Sister should sit down. We’re here to help, no need for you to be in the fray with a belly."
"It’s fine. I’m still working at the office as usual, no problem. I’ll go with you, leaving the men to chat with Dad here."
Mother Zhang led the women to the kitchen, and the children followed them. Rather than listening to adult conversations, they preferred going to the kitchen, hoping to grab a bite.
Zhou Jiao patted her head, realizing she still had things for the kids, "Xi Zi, go find your Uncle Xiao, he has a lot of goodies kept for you."
The kids jumped up joyfully, rushing like a gust of wind into the living room to find Zhang Guoqing.
Zhou Jiao watched, shaking her head amusedly. Even the youngest, Mai Sui, ran excitedly, which showed how scarce life was for the kids.
In the kitchen, Mother Zhang directed her daughters-in-law and daughters to cook, very frugally using only one-third of the cornbread with soaked wild greens.


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