Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space

Chapter 1075 - 948: Social Butterfly

In the room, Zhang Guoqing let out a muffled laugh and pointed at the wardrobe. If he guessed correctly, with the opponent able to place five wooden crates here, there must be a basement.Otherwise, if someone suddenly comes, where would these things be hidden? The set of huanghuali furniture could be camouflaged and brush off in front of those who don’t know its value, but five large wooden crates are impossible.

Zhou Jiao nodded in agreement. It was her oversight, a place that could be used as a hideout couldn’t possibly be just a simple courtyard.

With this thought, the problem was easy to solve. The couple each searched one side, except for the two to three hundred cash and tickets still unmoved on the tall and short dead bodies, a large bag of tickets wrapped in black oil paper was stuffed inside a brick at the end of the kang.

That’s not all, when Zhang Guoqing fished out the small trinkets like gold rings and gold earrings hidden in the corners, Zhou Jiao also opened the cellar seal.

Compared to her designed basement, it was naturally unimpressive, rough, but nonetheless spacious. Surprisingly, the tall guy wasn’t very straightforward to the short guy either.

Just now he was saying... these few crates are all precious antique calligraphy and paintings I secretly picked from the previous batch delivered. But who would’ve thought there was still a stash?

When Zhang Guoqing shone the flashlight on the opened lid, all he saw was a dazzling golden glint, accompanied by jewels, dazzling the eyes. He immediately shut the lid with a "snap."

It’s likely this guy is pretending allegiance while keeping these gold and jewels as a fallback for himself. Smart, but unfortunately crooked intentions.

Looking at the cellar that still had a few burlap sacks stacked together with food, valuable fur coats, and a bit of miscellaneous small items, Zhang Guoqing didn’t let Zhou Jiao store them.

Keeping these evidences along with the large cash on the bodies would make it more believable that these two guys were too happy and drank themselves to death.

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Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao returned to the county from the neighboring city again, it was already close to three in the morning, tidying themselves up, and before waiting longer, the sky had brightened.

In the city, the couple didn’t enter their own small courtyard. Unlike the countryside, the county doesn’t have as many early-farming farmers, but there were still plenty of early-rising elders doing exercises.

With their absence through the night and Ping’an covering for them, the couple didn’t need to worry about Mr. Zhang and Mother Zhang noticing.

Joining those elders in some boxing, exercising, and when returning, Mother Zhang thought her sons and daughter-in-law went out with her husband, commented a few things about her son, and pushed the daughter-in-law to quickly get some sleep instead of messing around with those stronger folks like calves.

Ping’an, who was done with horse steps nearby, almost burst into laughter hearing his grandmother’s words — his poor dad really was the scapegoat!

His own dad cared about himself dearly, he laughed, "Dad, our assignments from the three of us are in the room, you and mom can help us check them, I’ll need them this afternoon."

"Yes, you go in quickly, my grandson’s education shouldn’t be delayed. When someone asks, I’ll say you went running early and sprained your ankle, so you’re resting now."

When Mother Zhang heard this, she promptly pushed him in too, forgetting to complain about her son. She wasn’t like some people now, always saying education is useless.

Useless? What’s useless, why is it that the factory recruits still let high school graduates work in offices? Why doesn’t it let primary school graduates in those positions instead?

Zhang Guoqing winked at his wife, laughing heartily. What gold and silver, jewels, antique paintings, no matter their value, could compare to his family’s Ping’an caring about him?

At noon, the three brothers accompanying Mother Zhang on their outing also returned with some collected postmarked stamps, returning cheerfully for lunch.

"Dad, look, aren’t they many?"

Zhang Guoqing took the stamps handed over by his youngest son, curiously asked, "Where did these come from?"

"Brother Ziwen gave them, he said to let us have them first, then he’d get more from his colleagues. I’ve thanked him and told him it’s enough."

"Hmm, Wu is very sensible." Zhang Guoqing handed them back to the child, thought and instructed, "Later let Brother Ziwen collect some himself too, our family’s stamps are plenty."

The eldest nephew caring about his son, he didn’t mind giving some way to the kid. The child worked at the post office, perfectly suited for stamp collecting, if he could pick up the interest, perhaps he’d leave behind a fortune someday.

The Ping An Brothers nodded. Their family’s stamps were indeed numerous, besides their grandmother getting stamps and purchasing stamps everywhere for them, they also exchanged quite a few with the kids in the Big Courtyard.

Zhou Jiao laughed, looking at Zhang Guoqing, not many?

The "Mountains and Rivers One Red" large and small sheet stamps newly issued last year, discovered upon release with a severe error prompting emergency recall. Except for a few that weren’t collected and drifted among the people, the one estimated to have the most nationwide was still the crazily obsessed Zhang Guoqing.

This guy with his wide network, lots of friends, openly and secretly collected quite a number last year under the pretense of his son’s stamp collecting interest. They’re still stored in her space till now.

Anyway, not talking about other stamps, let’s just mention the Qing Dynasty Dragon stamp and Blue Army Post stamp that Ping’an drools over.

This guy at one point encountered anyone hobbying in stamp collection and would approach to strike up conversations, probing who had them, and thinking of ways to trade items.

That’s not all, when she went abroad for business trips, this guy actually said for nurturing their son’s interest and hobbies, bring back some international commemorative stamps as gifts for the children.

If it weren’t for her foresightedness, avoiding the subject with the kids, the foreign stamps she treasured, would’ve probably been ruined by now.

Over these years, their family’s stamps were already more than ample, pretty considerable, maybe they could even open a stamp exhibition someday.

"Why is it just you three returning? Where’s your grandma?" Zhang Guoqing waited for a while, found it odd his mother hadn’t come in, just hearing her voice earlier.

Ping’an pointed towards the right outside, "Just saw us come in, Grandma and Grandma Huang next door went to her house, said the supply and marketing cooperative had flawed products this month, discussing what things to buy."

"Mom, Grandma is such fun, she has a lot of girlfriends, when going to the street if someone called her, she’d be like, girlfriend, where are you headed?"

Wu learned Mother Zhang’s style vividly and matched with Mother Zhang’s rhythmic laughter, amusing Zhou Jiao to hilarity.

"I’m not done yet. I asked Grandma, who are all these? Can you guess what Grandma said?"

Speaking, Wu cross-armed his chubby hands behind, tilted his little head, "The one before is from our front, those behind look familiar, can’t remember well, guessing should have seen them before."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

This had Zhang Guoqing laughing out loud...

The impression was spot on. His mother really couldn’t recall many familiar faces, probably due to others greeting her warmly, she’d just respond instinctively.