Vol 2 Chapter 587: Did you forget one thing?

After returning to the compound, Zhang Guoqing was living a leisurely life.
For a few days he took his son. The father and son did not catch crickets, raise grasshoppers, tie grasshoppers, copy dragonflies, or play fireflies, catch chafer races, and occasionally rode two-eight bars to the countryside to catch some partial food.
Zhou Xiaozheng saw how envious this day. When he came back from work that day, he waited until the meal before seeing a little idiot riding back in mud on the big idiot's neck.
The little idiot grabbed the little bamboo hat and saw Zhou Xiaozheng, and he happily showed off: "Grandpa, my dad and I went to help people herding cows, and also helped to collect big watermelons. You see this was given by the captain."
The big idiot happily handed the net bag to Aunt Chen,
I’m taking a safe trip to the village today. It’s the harvest season. I saw cheerful smiles. It’s better than the previous two years.

Zhou Xiaozheng joked: "Yes, love the people like a child." After speaking, he glanced at the watermelon, "Your Uncle Zhou sent me a letter a few days ago to send me a watermelon, there will be no shortage of melons in the future."
Zhang Guoqing knew who he said Uncle Zhou was, the captain of the village in the suburbs of Beijing, and he had a yard over there. It's a pity that it's too far, except for passing by to worship the mountain during the Ching Ming New Year, I rarely go there.
"Dad, why haven't you set off this year?"
Zhou Xiaozheng shook his head, "Waiting for a few days to pass, there are still things that have not been dealt with."
Zhang Guoqing nodded, and didn't try to pierce his mind. I guess I wanted to wait for Zhou Jiao to return. He pointed to him and said, "Then I will take the baby to take a bath first."
"Well, wash and eat. By the way, have you forgotten something?"
Zhang Guoqing looked at him with bewilderment.
"Have you gone to that little yard in Beiyan?"
Zhang Guoqing patted his forehead and laughed with joy, "I really forgot. I'll take Ping to see it first, and wait for Jiaojiao to come back."
Zhou Xiaozheng heard the implication, and he nodded, "Don't worry, go see if you have time." After saying that, he waved and asked them to take a shower.
After dinner, the family moved to the stone table in the yard to enjoy the shade. The fire rope was still infested by mosquitoes. In the end, Ping An felt sorry for his grandma. He ran into the room and took the medicine powder prepared by his mother to the yard to burn, and then brought her. Sachet.
Lin Lishan happily enjoyed the child's filial piety, and followed him holding a puff fan and swayed it towards him. The old lady Cheng who came to visit was so happy.
When Zhang Guoqing saw the old lady and the old couple coming together, he hurriedly moved out of the rocking chair to her. It is said that this is the old lady’s favorite wicker chair. It was bought in the sea market and consigned. There were two at home before, and one has been given to Cheng’s family.
"Don't worry, sit down and rest."
"It's okay, you always lie down and watch the stars."
Cheng Lao and Zhou Xiaozheng were already on the chessboard on the stone table and began to fight with the faint light. All of a sudden, they were in their own hands. The old lady chatted with Lin Lishan and ran safely to inform Aunt Chen to cut the watermelon.
After a while, the watermelon was just served here, and Cheng Sijin and his wife came over to enjoy the cool with a bucket of mung bean soup, which was even more lively.
Zhang Guoqing took a sip of the soup and raised his eyebrows. Could it be that the supply of sugar tickets will increase this month? Why doesn't he know? The home supplies are still in his hands.
"...Drink less, with saccharin added."
Ping An blinked, "Too grandma, this is not too much, it will not interfere."
Zhang Guoqing suddenly came to his senses and looked up at the sky. He didn't know when his wife would come back. His heart and stomach were thinking of her.
"...I used the cloth ticket in exchange for some sugar tickets, my sister-in-law will take some back later."
"Okay, I'm not polite to you."
"That's right, otherwise, how am I embarrassed to run your rubbing things."
There was a cool breeze at home, and there was laughter in the yard. When the lights went off, everyone was ready to rest.
The next morning, when Zhou Xiaozheng and his wife were sent away to work, Zhang Guoqing looked up at the horizon, worried that the weather might change when going out, and abandoned the 28th bar.
After getting off the bus, Zhang Guoqing put down his son in his arms and held him. The father and son walked slowly down the street, intending to sneak into the small courtyard and take a look at the surroundings.
Standing at the entrance of a hutong along the house number, Zhang Guoqing looked at him with satisfaction. Different from other narrow alleys and alleys, the noise is like a large courtyard.
There is an old locust tree in the alley here, and there is a small book stand nearby. The entire alley is 7 to 8 meters wide, and parking is possible at the door. The whole alley is clean and spacious, with gentle smiles on the faces of neighbors in the neighborhood.
The sounds of birds all around, as well as the sound of dove whistle, are smart and melodious. Coupled with the sound of children reading the little books and children's newspapers on the small book stand, the whole alley reveals a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.
Zhang Guoqing looked down at Ping An, and smiled when he saw him. It is known that this small yard has not been seen yet, but the surrounding environment has satisfied the children.
"Dad, look at the numbers, you should turn left in front."
Zhang Guoqing smiled and nodded. As Mrs. Cheng said, she walked less than two hundred meters and turned left. The last yard was her own courtyard.
Small yards next to each other opened their doors, even if some yards were covered by shadow walls, it was still visible. Stone table, stone stool, grape rack, and occasionally crawling loofah rack...
The father and son stood at the door of the last blue brick house yard. I saw two doors, red lacquered and oiled, and there were a pair of door cymbals on the door.
Zhang Guoqing took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, chose one of them, opened the lock, clicked, then pushed with both hands, and opened the door with a creak.
Behind the door is a shadow wall, on the shadow wall is carved a rare Manchu word "Fu". Entering the courtyard, you can see that this was a courtyard in the Qing Dynasty.
The courtyard faces south ~EbookFREE.me~There are three rooms in the north, two bright and one dark, two east and west wing rooms, and three south rooms. Lay the bricks to the top and build the ridge tiles. The courtyard is paved with brick corridors, connecting various doors, and there are steps in front of each house.
Nowadays, except for the main room, east and west wing rooms, and penthouses, there is no major damage. All the brick carvings and stone carvings inlaid at the heads and corners have been removed.
It can be seen from the lifting beams, bucket arches, wooden frame structure, blue brick and small tiles, through the vicissitudes of the years, even though the entire building is outdated, it can still be seen that the old days are elegant and simple and sophisticated.
The father and son stood in the study room in the south room and pushed open the wooden ridged windows. The lake scenery in the distance was unobstructed. The breeze blew away the summer heat. It was an ideal place for health and living.
"Dad, shall we live here in the future?"
Zhang Guoqing smiled and shook his head, "We still have to live with grandpa. Usually we can come and stay for two nights, and your grandma can come and live with them."
"That's a good idea. I still like to live in the compound. My buddies are there."
Zhang Guoqing laughed blankly. It seems that I was right for not telling the child the truth. In the future, if the grandfather of the child moves to the new compound, when the two of them are too far apart from work, this is a resting place.
After closing the window, Zhang Guoqing took his son's little hand and glanced at the wall one last time before leaving the house.
He finally did not open the dark room. It is not that he is worried that his son will not be able to keep the secret, but that he is worried that the gold and silver properties will be exposed to the child, making him fascinated by his character and losing his passion for struggle.
He never thought of letting his children learn about the huge wealth in his hands. If a person has money that cannot be spent, plus a prominent background, what does he ask for?
Sometimes a life that is too easy does not obliterate people's fighting spirit. Especially when he is about to face the upcoming stormy waves, he cannot tolerate such a peaceful state of mind.