When Zhang Guoqing came over, he didn’t need to search much and went straight to the direction of the old book stalls. Sure enough, not far away, he saw this mother and son duo flipping through books. Especially his son, who was bending over, choosing book by book.
"How’s the selection?"
Ping’an quickly turned around, saw his dad, happily put down the book in his hand, and rushed over, "Dad, there are a lot of comic books here. I can collect a complete set."
Zhang Guoqing glanced at the book stall and nodded knowingly. Now is not like a few years ago, besides children’s publications and some professional books, those so-called miscellaneous books have become increasingly rare. Nearby book stalls, in order to make money, can only collect more comic books and children’s pictorials to sell.
Ping’an leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "Five cents a book."
Zhang Guoqing got the hint in his son’s words, patted him, and also whispered, "Pick more."
Ping’an was so happy that his eyes turned into crescents. The small book stall outside the Big Courtyard alley charges a cent every time you borrow a book to read, and three cents to take home.
Now he only needs to spend five cents to take it home, and the book is his own, it’s really wonderful. If it weren’t a bad influence, he could set up a book stall in the Big Courtyard to make money.
Thinking of this, Ping’an rolled his eyes, "Dad, help me pick more. I’ll take them back to the Big Courtyard and lend them to my little friends to read. Aren’t I generous? Aren’t I loyal?"
Zhou Jiao chuckled after hearing this. No one understands her son’s thoughts better than she does. It seems that her words from that day sunk in and prompted the child to take action.
Zhang Guoqing felt gratified that his son was starting to understand interpersonal relationships, and quickly nodded. Compared to giving so-called small gifts, these comic books and pictorials would better help children enhance their feelings through interaction.
"Wife, choose more. When we get back, let’s convert the remaining room in the west wing into Ping’an’s reading room, and also place some chessboards."
"Okay." Zhou Jiao nodded. The child has grown up and has visiting friends. It’s not convenient to let them into his room, especially since some things in the child’s room should not be seen by others.
With a reading room, when Ping’an brings friends back, it gives a reason to avoid going to the bedroom. Her family would open the doors wide for anyone to see, what secrets are there to hide? Is there anything they wouldn’t dare to show others?
Human nature is a strange thing! As the saying goes, a gentleman is open-minded, and a petty person is narrow-minded. The more you try to hide, the more you might provoke suspicion from those who pay attention. Instead, if you go the opposite way, it makes people think you are straightforward and forthright.
Zhang Guoqing didn’t think that much. For his son, he tries to make the child comfortable as long as it’s within a safe range. Except under these circumstances, what does his son lack?
Once in the silly dad mode, the nearby book stall owners were delighted, paying no attention to other customers, rushing forward to help, and even having their own kids go home to look for more.
At five cents a book, spending over a hundred yuan, plus some that were not in good condition at a discounted price, along with some children’s publications, roughly three thousand books were packed into two large burlap bags.
Zhang Guoqing was very satisfied with these books. Compared to precious medicinal herbs he acquired, these were his favorites. After returning to Beijing, he would remove the sensitive books, arrange the rest in the west wing, add a simple sand table, and make a large table for military chess.
He didn’t believe those old men, eager for their grandsons to become dragons, wouldn’t be pleased when they saw it!
Zhang Guoqing hoped that before a wave of change arrives in the future, his son could experience the good and evil of human nature through these relationships and have his own social circle.
Late at night, while the child was asleep, Zhou Jiao finally softly asked how the investigation results were.
Zhang Guoqing sighed.
"What?"
"Wife, regardless of the background, she truly has her eyes set on Eldest Zhang. Among her suitors, there are those with higher status, but she rejected them too."
Zhou Jiao pursed her lips upon hearing this. She caught the unfinished meaning in her husband’s words, but so what? A person’s worth in this world is determined by having a clear conscience. Besides love, there’s principle and responsibility.

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