Zhou Jiao had no trouble guessing what the old lady was thinking. Every time she brought refined grains, it was always, "Our Jiao Jiao needs to maintain her health, and Ping’an is still small." Zhou Jiao was at a loss for words!
She truly wasn’t short of food, but what about the old lady’s good intentions? Every time, following her father’s advice, she accepted them first and then returned them in the middle of the month. This little game was being played by both families with great enjoyment, though it was exhausting.
Old Mrs. Cheng had never entered the Zhou Family’s storeroom. This time, Zhou Jiao pulled her inside, surprising the old lady a bit. Soon after, Old Mrs. Cheng laid out the facts and reasons, advising Zhou Jiao not to go to the Black Market.
Why can’t she go to the Black Market? The old lady said that families like theirs shouldn’t knowingly do wrong, and they must prevent any undesirable tendencies.
Zhou Jiao felt so wronged—more unjustly treated than Dou E—didn’t she? She stood up straight, listening earnestly to the lecture, and finally, after Old Mrs. Cheng’s ideological education, secretly sighed in relief.
Watching the old lady’s back, Zhou Jiao secretly patted her chest, thankful that the old lady didn’t make her turn things over.
Unfortunately, Zhou Jiao didn’t see Old Mrs. Cheng’s sly smile. The cunning of the elderly—she had finally caught hold of the child’s mistake and was going to enjoy it.
As for the Black Market trend, who could stop it? Since ancient times, what dynasty could eradicate it? She had no spare time to deal with such trifles. Not involved in official duties, not bothering with politics. After retirement, she barely concerned herself with worldly matters.
The old lady just wanted the younger ones in the family to have enough to eat and wear. Patriotic is just tightening one’s belt? That’s nonsense, isn’t it? Without energy for study or work, how could one contribute—that would be a joke, wouldn’t it?
After reviewing the storeroom, Old Mrs. Cheng was satisfied. Now, she didn’t have to worry about her nephew’s household at the end of the year. Happily, she ran to make a phone call home, asking the housekeeper to bring things to the Zhou Family.
Then she called her eldest, Cheng Sijin. Over the phone, she couldn’t say much except to ask her eldest son to come to the Zhou Family after work tonight.
Cheng Sijin understood in a second, hung up the phone happily, and smiled so much that the adjutant beside him secretly speculated if something joyful had happened at their commander’s home. Starting from eliminating every Cheng Family member big and small, the adjutant regrettably shook his head. It seemed his foundation was too shallow to guess what his superior was thinking.
Nearing the end of the workday, Zhang Guoqing picked up his son, and the father-son duo waited at Zhou Xiaozheng’s workplace entrance for him to finish work.
When Zhou Xiaozheng came out, he could hear from afar his son-in-law happily chatting with the guards, even Little Ping’an was giggling. Although he didn’t know what amusing topic they were discussing, seeing the underlings at the entrance laughing heartily indicated something fun.
Unfortunately, before he could approach, those people dispersed like they’d seen a ghost. Zhou Xiaozheng frowning at the few remaining people. So uninteresting!
Upon seeing him, Ping’an immediately dashed forward, "Grandpa, let’s go home."
Zhou Xiaozheng picked up the child, "Is it cold? Next time, have your dad wait in Grandpa’s office, alright?"
"Dad says we shouldn’t disturb Grandpa at work. I’m such a good boy. All the grandpas and uncles praise me..."

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