Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 762

Chapter 762: Chapter 637: Why Am I Growing So Slowly?

After lunch, they hadn’t rested long when a cool breeze came by, and Little Ping’an succumbed to his drowsiness, peacefully falling asleep in Zhang Guoqing’s arms.

Zhang Guoqing looked at his son in his arms, and fondly patted his head, "Our son is very smart."

Hearing this, Zhou Jiao beamed a bright smile but said, "Don’t always praise the child, it can make him arrogant. A clever child may not make a successful adult. We still need to spend more effort on him regularly."

Zhang Guoqing shook his head helplessly. How could his son turn out poorly? Really, such lack of confidence!

"Let’s set up the tent so he can sleep inside safely."

Zhou Jiao chuckled, "Are you sure? Then I’ll hold the child, and you set it up."

Zhang Guoqing looked at the large bag that was formed after the tent was dismantled, rubbed his nose, and remembered that his wife was running out of space to pack.

Cautiously handing her the child, Zhang Guoqing squatted on the ground, opened the bag, set up the tent in a shady spot, and while busy with his hands, kept talking.

"Tonight, we’ll head out early and deal with some of the things inside. I’ve been thinking about selling the coal first, regardless of the price, and directly handing it over to the snakehead we met that night."

In this matter, Zhou Jiao had no objection. She’s not proficient in business; this was Zhang Guoqing’s area of expertise. She reminded, "Be cautious. Those who can mix in the black market are all savvy; don’t let carelessness cause failure."

"I’ll handle it. The only issue now is the lack of a big truck. But I’ve thought about it, I’ll talk to Uncle Dashan tonight. By the way, I’ll take some flour out, otherwise, it’ll be hard to explain where it suddenly came from."

Zhou Jiao nodded in agreement, "Alright. Remember to give Uncle Dashan more. I have plenty here, no fear of running out."

"You haven’t thrown the cart away, have you?"

Zhou Jiao laughed and gave him a sideways glance. That’s an essential item, all right?

Zhang Guoqing had just finished setting up the small tent, turned around to see, held her head, and gave her a couple of kisses. Seeing her blush with shyness, he laughed cheerfully.

"No shame at all, our son is still here."

Zhang Guoqing took the son, gently put him inside the tent, and playfully raised an eyebrow at her, "So you mean, as long as our son can’t see, I can be as free as I want?"

Zhou Jiao didn’t respond. This man, given an inch, would take a mile.

She hurriedly stood up, placed medicinal powder and bags around the tent, inspected all around, nodded in satisfaction, and smiled, "Okay, I’ll guard our son here."

"We have to stay up late tonight, you should lie down and sleep for a while."

"What about you?"

"I’m not sleepy now; I’ll sleep after we come down the mountain, and wake up just in time to leave. Be good, rest assured, you can see us from the pond out front while I wash stuff."

Zhou Jiao looked worriedly at the wooden cabin, "Remember to add water in the pot for me, I’m afraid I’ll oversleep and let it boil dry."

"Don’t worry, your husband handles things very well." Zhang Guoqing patted his chest, speaking with assurance. After she laid down, he zipped up the tent for her, reassuringly confirming there was a vent to prevent stuffiness before relaxing.

Standing up, he checked the time on his wristwatch; it was already past two in the afternoon, and it wasn’t early to head down the mountain. Thinking of this, he quickly left a silly deer and dragged the rest of the wild game toward the pond.

At the pond, Zhang Guoqing swiftly processed the wild game, occasionally looking up toward the tent. To save time, he left out the innards that required effort to clean, dug a pit, and buried them deep.

That’s not all; he even set up a wooden rack, hung a few small wild pigs over a fire pit, and quickly buried several large mud balls into the fire.

The remaining clean-cut wild game was tossed into a bamboo basket. By the time he finished, a half-hour had passed, and he felt proud of himself. He was incredibly efficient!

Thinking about the fish and snails his son mentioned, Zhang Guoqing, feeling like a model husband, was bustling about. While turning the racks with the small wild pigs, he ran over to spear a few fish and grab some snails.

Zhou Jiao was drowsily awakened by the aroma of meat and fish, startled awake, and found her son beside her also closed-eyed, sniffing the scents.

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