When Zhou Shuren came back in the evening, Zhulan waited until the whole family had rested. She and Zhou Shuren went back to the house and asked, "Did the county magistrate say anything when Lin returned?"
"The day after tomorrow, the county magistrate will be free. He said he has never seen our two sons who are studying, and he hopes to meet them."
Zhulan understood, "Dong Chuchu has taken a fancy to our son, but I don't know if it's Changzhi or Changlian."
Zhou Shuren was a little tired. "We'll know when the time comes. Please massage my shoulders. I've been writing articles all day and my shoulders are sore."
The crying child gets the milk. He has long known that Zhulan is soft-hearted. He is not stupid enough to carry it all by himself. He is tired if he is tired. Besides, Zhulan's massage technique is really good. He doesn't want to miss this benefit.
Zhulan motioned Zhou Shuren to lie down. She learned massage techniques from her grandmother, and she didn't learn much. When she was a child, she often gave massages to her elders, but when she grew up, she really didn't have time, so she stopped. Unexpectedly, her own elders didn't give her many massages, but Zhou Shuren enjoyed it.
Zhou Shuren's shoulders were very stiff. He was really tired. Zhulan felt distressed. Zhou Shuren had to constantly do his best to show his worth. He was even more cautious when he was outside. She had flattered people before and knew the feeling of being bullied. Of the two of them, Zhou Shuren contributed the most to this family. After a while, Zhou Shuren fell asleep in a daze.
Zhulan retracted her grip and untied Zhou Shuren's hair. His hair had been hanging down for a whole day and his scalp was sore from the tension. She couldn't help but curl her lips as her fingertips scraped Zhou Shuren's hair. After Zhou Shuren came here, he paid special attention to taking care of his hair, for he was afraid that he would have a midlife crisis like modern people and become bald due to hair loss!
Zhulan's home was cozy, but many families in Zhoujia Village were not sleepy at all. Patriarch Zhou was not just looking at the surface. He always felt that it was not a simple visit. He tossed and turned, wondering why he went to Zhou Shuren's home.
At Wang Ru's house next door, Wang Ru couldn't sleep. Her money and jewelry were gone, leaving only two taels of silver. She knew that Shi Qing had done this to warn her how weak she was. She hated him for the whole day, but then the wife of the county magistrate came to visit. She felt like fire was burning in her heart, and she hated why it wasn't Zhou Xuehan who was wearing the same body!
The next morning, just after Zhulan's family had finished their meal, Zhou Wang came over. "I wanted to come over yesterday, but your uncle stopped me, fearing that I would disturb the county magistrate's wife. We are the only two of us in the room. Tell your aunt, is the county magistrate's wife really just here to be a guest?"
Zhulan had known that Zhou Wang would come today, and guessed that Zhou Wang would inquire about it, but she didn't expect that she would ask so directly, which made it difficult to deal with. "Aunt, I won't lie to you. There is indeed something wrong, but I can't tell you. You will know in a few days. It has nothing to do with our family."
Mrs. Zhou Wang was glad that Zhulan didn't give her a perfunctory answer. If Mrs. Yang had given her a perfunctory answer today, she would have felt uncomfortable. She smiled and said, "With your words, I can feel relieved. It's all your uncle's fault for being so impatient. He didn't sleep well tonight, and I was worried about him, so I asked him shamelessly."
Zhulan kept smiling, "If Shuren didn't go to the county today, he would definitely go to look for uncle, but it's the same if I tell aunt, it'll just make her run for it."
But I was thinking in my heart, the smarter people are, the more they like to think. I wonder what the patriarch is thinking!
After receiving the letter, Zhou Wangshi did not stay any longer. The old man was waiting for her at home. She stood up and said, "Auntie will go back first. Don't worry, I am not a talkative person. I will not tell anyone what you said."
Zhulan told Zhou Wang directly because she trusted her. Zhou Wang knew what she could and could not say. "I'll take my aunt there."
Arriving at the door of her house, Zhou Wangshi exclaimed, "Isn't this the daughter of Zhang Datie's family?"
Zhulan had never seen the girl from Zhang Datie's family. The last time she went to Zhang Datie's house, she didn't see the children. Later, when the children of the Zhang family came to look for Rongchuan, Zhulan hid in the house and didn't see him either. If Zhou Wangshi hadn't reminded her, Zhulan really wouldn't have known her. She looked at the girl standing at her door in confusion, "Are you looking for Rongchuan?"
Zhou Wangshi was in no hurry to leave, she pouted her lips. She knew that Zhang Datie and his wife had ordered their child to find Rongchuan, but they got nothing in return, yet they were still unwilling to let their child come to them.
Mrs. Zhou Wang was filled with emotion. Rongchuan was the most miserable child in the village. She was afraid that he would die at any time. Who could have thought that Rongchuan would have such luck. He had a hard time in the first ten years, but his luck turned around. He ate well, dressed well, no longer had to work, and could read and write. His appearance also grew up a little, like a little boy. Every time she saw him, she could not remember Rongchuan's miserable life, but only remembered Zhang Rongchuan of Dong Li.
Zhang Sanni pinched the corner of her clothes nervously. She was afraid of the village head, so she lowered her head and dared not say a word.
Zhulan saw that this person was not here to see Rongchuan, "You came to see me?"