When Huang Cuilan and her sister-in-law woke up in the Zhou Family Courtyard, Ping’an was already done practicing his horse stance in the yard. He greeted them with a smile and continued his boxing practice.
Zhou Jiao heard the commotion from the East Wing and quickly came out, "Sister-in-law, you’re up? Why not lie down a bit longer?"
Lin Juhua pointed to the little boy in the yard and laughed, "We can’t let our Ping’an become a laughingstock at home."
"Jiao Jiao, Ping’an is still small." Huang Cuilan looked at the child with affection, hesitated, and finally spoke.
Zhou Jiao understood the implication and happily replied, "Sister-in-law, he’s used to it."
"I thought the kid would only practice back home. But, as they say, ’a three-year-old shows the old.’ Our Ping’an is bound to achieve great things, though the child might get exhausted."
"Don’t praise him too much, all our kids are doing well. Sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, once you’ve washed up, let’s have breakfast."
Lin Juhua looked around curiously, "Where’s Mother?"
"Ping’an said his dad went out with grandma early morning and will be back in the afternoon. Sister-in-law, where are you going today? I’ll join you."
Huang Cuilan glanced at her belly, shook her head, "We’ve already been everywhere these past two days, I think I’ll stay in."
"I don’t want to go out either. The three of us can have a good chat; it’s better than shopping."
Zhou Jiao nodded with a smile.
After breakfast, having escorted Lin Lishan to work, Old Mrs. Cheng came by. Finding out Zhang Guoqing took his mother out shopping, she complimented them with a smile.
"Jiao Jiao isn’t feeling well, I’ll take you shopping. Anywhere you want to go?"
"No need, you just sit down."
Old Mrs. Cheng, recalling their enthusiasm at Dong An Market the other day, motioned with her hand, "It’s rare to be in Beijing, why stay at home? Come, accompany this old lady for a stroll."
Zhou Jiao looked at Aunt Cheng, who smiled and pointed outside. She understood the elderly had a vehicle arranged. Looking at the two sisters-in-law, who seemed a bit hesitant, she encouraged them to go along.
"Ping’an, come with us too. We won’t be back for lunch."
"Alright, wait for me, I’ll add a layer of clothing for the child."
With her son accompanying them, Zhou Jiao felt relieved. After taking Ping’an back to her room, she handed him some tickets and whispered a few instructions.
Ping’an saluted, "I assure you I’ll complete the task."
"Don’t be too obvious; stick close to your great-grandmother."
After seeing them off, Zhou Jiao returned to the bedroom and took out a package from a wooden box, placing it on the kang and opening it—it was filled with treated wolf and rabbit fur.
It’s not that she lacked quality goods; she was concerned about causing trouble for Mr. and Mother Zhang.
Zhou Jiao took out three hundred yuan of crisp ten yuan bills (the highest denomination at that time), along with dark blue patterned thick fabric and some cotton.
She cut out a vest pattern with scissors, layered it with thin cotton, sewed it to secure, then attached the wolf fur. She made two large hidden pockets in the inner front panels and divided the money between them, sewing the bottom shut, so her mother-in-law could carry it without fearing theft.
With a sewing machine, the work was finished quickly. Satisfied with the outcome, Zhou Jiao nodded. Withdrawal across regions wasn’t yet possible; traveling was indeed inconvenient.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jiao took out fabric bought abroad and made ten pairs of boxer shorts for her mother-in-law, ensuring they were loose for comfort. Four of these had hidden pockets sewn inside to help her stash money discreetly.

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