Chapter 1165 - 1038: Hold On, Wait

Chapter 1165: Chapter 1038: Hold On, Wait

Actually, Mr. Zhang just went to the Zhao Family, but now he can’t find Zhao Dashan.

This gentleman went to the provincial city last night for a gathering with Zhao Chuan Guang and a few others, drank heavily, and hasn’t come back yet.

Will he tell the truth?

Well, these brothers have long had a tacit agreement to just pretend they didn’t see this piece of news. After all, the headline isn’t about their Brother Zheng.

In the few days that followed, Zhao Dashan was overwhelmingly busy, let alone having the chance to chat with Mr. Zhang.

The digital team folded, isn’t this a new beginning for the new year?

Since January, it’s been either stars falling one after another across the Chinese land or natural disasters, making people anxious, and they are on edge too.

Now things are better...

Dawn has finally arrived!

Could it be that a light snow will predict a good harvest year?

In less than a month...

The weather is getting colder and colder, with large snowflakes quietly descending, falling thickly onto the eaves, landing on the streets, crunching underfoot.

Old Zhang and his wife, who had been waiting for a long time for their elder son’s letters, finally received two letters from afar.

After thanking the postman, Mr. Zhang checked the postmark date on the stamp carefully after receiving the letter.

— Logically, his elder son’s letter should have arrived ten days ago, why is it so late?

As expected, as he thought, it must have been delayed by the post office for a few days; otherwise, how could these two letters arrive simultaneously now?

During this time, he would have already asked Brother Dashan for a thorough explanation if he hadn’t been waiting for his elder son’s letter and worrying about what might have happened to the kids.

It’s a pity he didn’t mention it, his old pal wouldn’t mention Brother Zhou either, not knowing if this guy really doesn’t know or just pretends not to know.

He’s not saying anything seeing people are busy nonstop, naturally it wouldn’t be tactful to ask.

If it is Brother Zhou...

Then, it’d be better to keep it under wraps!

Even if the Zhang Family is thriving, that doesn’t mean the next generation of grandchildren and their spouses are all united, especially with so many in-laws.

Mr. Zhang rubbed his hands, waited until he felt warmer, and then carefully opened a letter according to the date, taking out a stack of papers.

Putting aside the sheets that were obviously replies to other children, Mr. Zhang quickly picked out his own reply.

"Children’s dad, read it to me."

"Don’t rush, wait a moment."

Mother Zhang glared at him, reluctantly stretched her neck closer to this old fellow, and after thinking about it glared at him again, not willing to accept it.

Looking at the writing, yes, it’s her elder son’s handwriting, looks really nice! Unfortunately, she only recognizes a few characters on the whole page, but this doesn’t hinder her active imagination.

For example: her elder son wrote a "good", she knew it meant his family was well off where they were. Haha, nothing to worry about.

And for instance: her elder son wrote "mom," counted across the lines, and found six vertical strokes in the beginning, so she figured her son missed her.

Is there another mother as clever as her in this world?

Impossible!

No wonder she birthed such a smart son!

Mother Zhang became happier the more she imagined.

Moments later...

Her laughter rang out, "No need for you to say, I understand. Surely Xiao Wu said he’s doing well and inviting us dead folks to visit, right?"

Mr. Zhang is used to his wife’s self-talk.

He hasn’t even finished reading the letter, what’s there for this old lady to flaunt?

In the ten times his son wrote, when wasn’t it an invitation for them to visit along with the report that all was well?

Mr. Zhang finished one letter, not in a hurry to explain to his wife, he opened the second letter, quickly found another reply for himself.

This time, as he read, his frowned deepened. This brat! Why doesn’t he calculate how much it’ll cost to come home? Doesn’t he consider Ping’an also marrying in a few years?

Seeing her husband’s expression, Mother Zhang dared not imagine any further. She hurriedly nudged her husband, "What’s wrong? Did Xiao Wu encounter trouble? Tell me quickly."

Mr. Zhang shook his head, looked at his wife, hesitating to speak.

"What is it then?" Mother Zhang couldn’t bear people being hesitant, always keeping a suspense!

Mr. Zhang sighed, "Our Xiao Wu didn’t mention a word about his father-in-law’s situation, but he said..."

Mother Zhang immediately sighed with relief.

She didn’t care that her husband hadn’t finished speaking, quickly burst into a string of complaints: "I thought it was something major. If he didn’t mention it, then he didn’t. Perhaps it’s only a coincidence of names, don’t mind, haven’t you seen how many people have the same name in our county?"

Mr. Zhang rolled his eyes at his wife: how is he supposed to finish his words?

"What do you mean by that?"

Offended by her husband’s disdain, Mother Zhang immediately got angry! "What if it is Brother Zhou! So what? Does Xiao Wu have to beat the drums and announce it to be congratulated?"

"Why don’t you think about what it means to be a big tree attracting wind? Why should Xiao Wu tell you? When everyone finds out, won’t they come bothering you with trivial matters?"

"Let me tell you! No one knows for now. Even if someone asks you, you gotta say it’s not the same person, got it? Like last time when the newspaper mentioned our Xiao Wu was a director, remember how many people came visiting our home?"

"I was giving out money and face, afraid of not giving a smile, lest people gossip behind our backs saying we’re looking down on others and showing off. Tell me what do I gain from this?"

Great! With so many words coming out, it’s obvious she’s truly anxious, so Mr. Zhang quickly comforted her. He hadn’t finished speaking, how did he get reprimanded?

Mother Zhang, recalling the flow of guests recently, became more and more agitated, "And what’s up with you saying Qingshan’s wife means this and that?"

What does it mean? Isn’t it just that her son has become an official and should help her kids now?

Pressed with this barrage of words by his wife, Mr. Zhang quickly finished the last half of his sentence. Initially aiming to tease her and tell her later in the evening, now it’s...

This stubbornness keeps getting worse!

"What? Xiao Wu is really coming home at the end of the year?" Mother Zhang was overjoyed, patting her husband, "What’s this? Can’t speak clearly!"

Mr. Zhang speechlessly stared at his wife. This accusation is really unfair, is it him who can’t speak clearly or you interrupting with a bunch of talks?

"What’s your problem? Did I say something wrong?"

Mr. Zhang laughed twice hesitantly. He dared not talk back, or she would feign discomfort, ultimately, he’d have to relent!

Mother Zhang, under his gaze, smile sheepishly, softening herself, "I heard you sighing earlier, alright, tell me what Xiao Wu said that makes you frown. If the kid is unruly, I’ll discipline him. Doesn’t matter if he’s an official, he’s still my son!"

Mr. Zhang didn’t waste words with his wife, "Why would he drag his family back in this cold weather? Have you calculated how much the round trip costs, and how much we should give for red envelopes for New Year?"

Mother Zhang counted the great-grandchildren silently, hesitantly looking at her husband. It’s quite the expense for the trip, but can they not give red envelopes?

This isn’t the Four Olds, it should be done away with!