Vol 2 Chapter 340: Early Wisdom

As the days passed and the weather gradually warmed during the day, Zhou Jiao began to take the children to the streets. A baby carrier was instantly popular in the county. Two letters a week, the father and daughter kept in touch with each other. The fact that the father and daughter lived peacefully and worry-freely gave the father and daughter a little comfort.
After Zhang Guoqing went to work, he began to enter the state and lead a busy life. The only weekend was occupied by Zhao Chuanguang and his wife who often came to the county town. After going to the provincial town for several weekends, Zhou Jiao was reluctant to go. She really didn't want to live such a boring life when she went shopping and socializing.
With Ping An’s early wisdom, she spends more time with her family and children. When the weather is good, take the children to stroll around and listen to the gossip.
Don't like to go out, make some food to save space, play sweaters to do housework, play chess with Zhang Guoqing, practice calligraphy, and review. Such days make her forget all her troubles leisurely.
Mother Zhang came and said that her second uncle's family had already moved into her courtyard. She only remembered that she seemed to be back from Beijing, she hadn't been to her hometown yet. I don't know how the big guy is doing.
At the weekend, she pulled Zhang Guoqing on a whim, and the family of three returned to Zhangjiacun.
It’s been a long time since I returned to my hometown, and everything started to feel different again. Friends and relatives get together, laugh and talk, and everything seems to be so harmonious.
But Zhou Jiao knew that after the Huang family, her sister-in-law Huang Cuilan's position in the Zhang family was no longer what it used to be. The changes in Lin Juhua's land after the separation is even more shocking, and she has become a model wife in the village.
However, all this has nothing to do with her. Separation is sometimes so good, and each one lives his own life. If you get along with each other, just say a few more words, and avoid getting along well.
With Huang Yaozong transferred to the next village, the affairs of the Huang family finally returned to calm. As for when Zhang Guofu moved from his warm house, he did not speak, and Zhou Jiao and Zhang Guoqing never asked.
The village was carefully planned by the old captain. Rows of thatched houses and adobe houses at the foot of the green hills have been torn down and cleared. A dirt road was blasted out of the small col in the back, and some wild fruit trees have been transplanted on both sides. In addition to the fertile fields in the mountains, there are large tracts of wasteland on both sides of the road waiting to be cultivated.
I heard that the old captain has to walk seven or eight times on that dirt road today. The people in the village are very excited about so much land, and their faces are full of expectation and satisfaction.
Old farmers always have a natural love for land. They didn't care about the increase in these lands-undoubtedly increasing their respective burdens. They simply think that there is more land and they can be full.
At the foot of Beishan Mountain, it leads to the entrance of the village, and each family uses broken stones, broken logs, and various sundries to mark the homestead. The males of dozens of households began to clean up the blue stones that were blown out, and they were busy preparing for the future building of houses.
Zhou Jiao knew there was a hint from Zhang Guoqing. The savvy man, the old captain, is now anxious to let everyone prepare to build a house, in case something happens someday.
The village married a new daughter-in-law a year ago, and also married many eldest daughters. Zhou Jiao remembers that her family members have never stopped. Zhang's mother has been helping to advance the money until the person comes back in the field. Now I see a few shy new wives. She realized that she was actually a newcomer, but she couldn't find the shy feeling.
But seeing the sisters who married her into Zhangjiacun, she laughed blankly. Those messy women teased their new wife, forgetting that they had only entered the door a year or a half earlier than others. Sure enough, seniors are different. When talking about meat, they really don't blush or breathe.
Mother Zhang kept holding her grandson and didn't let go. Seeing Ping An hugged her tightly, she kept babbling, pointing at Xizi and the others, and had to join in the fun around her brothers. She was so happy that she couldn't bear to let go of the baby.
She had long heard from her old son that her little grandson was early-witted and very strong, so that the old couple would hide something from outsiders. But how can the obvious changes in the child be kept from the woman who has given birth? Facing the praise from the people in the village, she kept changing the subject, but she was secretly proud.
Zhang Guoqing stays with his son after get off work every day, knowing that the little guy understands the meaning of the words walking, drinking, pulling, going to work, and mom and dad. He stepped forward to tell his son that he was going to work with his mother. Sure enough, he saw his son waving at him.
He was so happy that he took Zhou Jiao and walked out, secretly turning his head to look at him. He tilted his head and watched with a bewildered look how Zhou Jiao would walk with him. He waved his little hand without crying or making trouble. It was so cute.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Jiao squeezed the palm of his hand and told him to go quickly. He really couldn't leave when he was too late. Her son is only four months old and already knows how to wink.
He kicked her the kang several times, and kicked her onto the kang, and he giggled. Later, she was crying deliberately, frowning and lying there, unable to get up, so anxious that he screamed ‘a, a, yi’ on the quilt with both hands. Since that time he has not deliberately kicked her.
Now, as long as she frowned at him, he would not move obediently. I won’t throw toys when I get them, and I won’t cry loudly when I am upset.
Now he is not picky when he replaces the DHA-containing milk powder in the space. Zhou Jiao planned to start adding supplementary food to him after the beginning of the month. "Three lifts, four turns, six sits, seven rolls, eight climbs, nine supports and walks."-Some time ago, he had already started to stand up on his own. .
Zhang Guoqing walked to the corner, stopped and listened quietly. After a while, he didn't find the child crying, so he laughed with joy and pulled Zhou Jiao up the mountain.
Zhou Jiao saw someone picking fresh wild vegetables two days ago. She started thinking about making dumplings with wild celery and mixing tofu with wild scallions. A series of wild vegetables and delicacies were reported, which made Zhang Guoqing drool in the middle of the night. This time he plans to take Jiaojiao to the old place to pack wild vegetables. If I want to eat in the future, I won’t even feel comfortable sleeping.
Nature is the most generous. Since the last time they came, Milinzi went through violent excavation by several cousins ​​of Zhang Qingshan. After a period of time, there are dense vegetation and wild plants and weeds all over the ground.
Zhang Guoqing held the hatchet that the space took out, carrying a bag full of stones, and protecting Zhou Jiao from going forward. The two of them still went to the wild fruit tree that they visited last time. This time he didn't plan to pick the pears, but used a and other tools to pry away the tree.
Yes, just take it away. This guy who loves his wife and became a demon sighed because of Zhou Jiao yesterday, if only there were fruit trees in the yard. He took a lot of trouble to take the whole tree away, planning to secretly plant it in the county yard at night.
In the yard, Mr. Liu asked him to take care of the flowers and plants~EbookFREE.me~ Before returning to Beijing, he had already returned the soil to the other party, so angry that Mr. Liu would call him a martial artist in the future. As a result, his original intention of planting the flowerbed with chrysanthemums did not dare to tell him, for fear that the old man would be angry and let him return the book.
Accompanying Zhou Jiao to dig wild vegetables, he had a sore waist and backache, Zhang Guoqing reluctantly took out a reserved program-hunting. His daughter-in-law now has to collect food to shake her hamster attributes.
After venting his anger as expected, in addition to a bunch of wild things, Zhou Jiao finally prepared fishing nets for him. Should he admire her daughter-in-law for preparing everything in advance?
After casting the fishing net, he suddenly realized that his wife prepared the fishing net because he planned to let him go to the beach next time to cast a net.
When Zhou Jiao heard his question, she punched him with anger, causing Zhang Guoqing to laugh.
In a hurry, I didn't even clean up the wild things this time. After Zhang Guoqing finished pulling a dense net of large and small fishes, seeing her looking at him expectantly, he immediately started to cast the net with doglegs. As for the fish in the creek, will they become extinct? Who makes his wife like to scrape the ground more than his mother-in-law loves to make rounds.
It's the one who became the mother after all. After four o'clock in the afternoon, the weather began to change, and the temperature difference between day and night was about ten degrees. She must take the child back to the county seat early. Seeing the time, Zhou Jiao looked regretfully at the wild vegetables in front of him, and hurriedly pulled Zhang Guoqing down the mountain.
Holding the child, bid farewell to Zhang Dad and them reluctantly. The carriage ran quickly into the city.
Inside the carriage, Zhou Jiao let out a sigh of satisfaction. For fear that the groom would hear the joke, she whispered a bunch of dishes in a low voice and asked for Zhang Guoqing's advice.
Ping An in his arms mistakenly thought Zhou Jiao was playing with him, and responded happily.
The old man who drove the car heard bursts of laughter inside, and laughed with them.