Zhou Jiao's worries didn't come to fruition; she didn't know if anyone had come to the door. Aunt Chen, on the other hand, kept the door tightly shut, tense for several days. Those people had indeed thought about visiting the Zhou Family but were scared off by Mr. Jiang.
The legendary Zhou Xiaozheng was even more effective than a Door God—seeking him out meant courting disaster!
Mr. Jiang knew that this time, he had to send the relatives back in advance. Searching all over his body, he found nothing of value. He could only urge his sons to think of ways to scrape together food coupons.
Human nature is inherently selfish. The simple and honest rural man had long adopted a Beijing accent, looking completely different due to changes in identity and the influence of his environment. The gratitude from back then had dwindled, with family arriving in Beijing constantly and side whispers from close ones dissipating the goodwill.
