When Zhang Chunnuan returned to Zhou Haoran's ward, the expression on her face was not very good.

Zhou Haoran, who was lying on the bed and talking to Tan Zhengping, saw this and couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked: "Is there something wrong with Wang Dongxue's expression on your face?"

Tan Zhengping also asked: "What happened to Brother Huacheng's wife?"

Zhang Chunnuan told the two of them what had happened. After talking, Tan Zhengping looked confused and suddenly felt a little funny.

When a woman gave birth to a baby, she was so dizzy that she would tell two grown men who knew nothing about it.

But Zhou Haoran unexpectedly said, "Have you told Hua Cheng about this?"

"No, tell him..."

What's the use? No!

Only then did Zhang Chunnuan realize that she, a time traveler, was like people of this era, only treating the matter of giving birth as a woman's business alone, and had completely forgotten about the father of the child!

"I think we should tell Hua Cheng about this matter. After all, she is his wife and his child. If something happens in the future and there is no news from here, I'm afraid he will complain when he comes back."

After listening to Zhou Haoran's words, Zhang Chunnuan was stunned for a moment, so that's what he thought!

Tan Zhengping listened in confusion. He scratched his head and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about. How about I go to the state-owned restaurant to buy you some food?"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked out of the ward. After closing the door, he looked interested, rubbed his hands and took out a few large unity sheets from his pocket.

"Hey, Lao Zhou is so generous! When I come back from the post office, I can go to the department store to see what new things are available!"

Tan Zhengping muttered to himself and happily walked out of the county hospital. He did not go towards the state-owned hotel, but towards the post office.

He has been to the Baiguan County Post Office several times. Except for the first time when he came to take a telegram to his family to report that it was safe, he came here several times to pick up packages.

Shanjiao Village is a small village with a small population and is not close to the commune. The only two postmen in the commune usually only deliver letters to the Peace Brigade and not to the village.

As for the packages delivered by post, let alone delivered, they will not bring them back to the commune from the county.

They will only record the package information, and then send the note recording the package information to the brigade headquarters, and let the person with the package go to the county to pick it up.

Because of this, Tan Zhengping suddenly became familiar with the post office staff.

As soon as he entered the post office gate, an older lady spoke: "Isn't this just a small talk? Come to pick up the parcel? No, it's not time yet!"

When Tan Zhengping saw this elder sister, he smiled brightly and placed a pre-addressed and stamped envelope on the counter.

"Sister, you have such a good memory! I'm not here to pick up a package, I'm here to send a letter!"

"Send a letter?" the eldest sister asked curiously: "You didn't always send telegrams in the past, why are you thinking of sending a letter today?"

As she said this, she took the envelope on the table and looked at it, oh, it turns out it was mailed for someone else!

"Send to the capital, thirty cents."

Tan Zhengping sadly counted out three cents and handed them over, took the receipt, chatted with the elder sister for a few more words, and wandered to the department store.

As soon as he entered the department store, he knew that he couldn't keep the few big stickers in his pocket that were still warm.

The newly arrived pastry looks delicious. It weighs two pounds!

This denim jacket is exactly the same as what Lao Zhou is wearing today. Get one!

There are also labor protection shoes, which are very comfortable!

Oh, there’s also that little light pink shirt, Xiao Yu’er will definitely look good in it, so I bought it!

By the time Tan Zhengping walked out of the department store, not only was the dozens of dollars that Zhou Haoran had just given him for running errands gone, but also the pocket money that his mother had sent him.

Looking at the only two dollars and fifty-three cents left in his hand, Tan Zhengping felt like crying.

I still have to go to a state-owned hotel to bring meals to Lao Zhou and the others, but I don’t know how many cents are left!

…

Half a month later, the Beijing Military Region compound.

In the study room of No. 2 courtyard, an old man with gray hair and a vigorous spirit, wearing a gray tunic suit without any wrinkles, was reading a newspaper.

The young guard walked into the door, stood at attention and saluted, and the heels of his shoes clicked: "Report to the chief——"

"Ahem!"

The old man was startled by the sound of his salute, and then heard his thunderous voice. He couldn't help but put down the newspaper in his hand, took off his glasses, and coughed twice, interrupting his next words.

"Chief, you——"

The guard stepped forward anxiously and started to ask questions with concern, but was choked back by the old man who flattened his mouth and looked resentful.

The old man complained aggrievedly: "Xiao Lin, didn't I tell you that you can relax a little at home? You are so serious that it makes nothing interesting for me to do."

As he spoke, he pulled on his tunic suit and continued: "Also, the clothes you wear at home don't need to be ironed so neatly. Dressed like this, I can't even sit cross-legged."

The guard known as Xiao Lin has a baby face, but he is as serious as an old-fashioned man wearing a soft skin.

"Report to the chief!"

"Okay, okay, it's okay if I don't say anything. What do you want to do here?"

Xiao Lin put down his saluting hand, took out the envelope from his arm, and handed it to the old man with both hands.

"Report to the chief, I have your letter!"

"My letter?" The old man pointed to his nose, making a surprised sound, then took the envelope and took a look.

After just one glance, the expression on his face changed instantly.

The old man blew his beard and glared, cursing: "I thought it was some old guy who sent me the letter, but it turned out to be that little brat Zhou Haoran!"

Mr. Zhou stared at the envelope, as if he thought the envelope in front of him was the grandson who made him angry and annoyed.

The wings are really hard and I can’t fly back!

He angrily tore open one end of the envelope and cursed: "I want to see what is written in that little bastard's letter..."

As he moved, a 2-inch photo and letter paper that was folded twice fell out of the envelope.

Mr. Zhou raised his eyebrows and curiously picked up the photo that fell on the ground.

He first turned the photo over and took a closer look.

I saw a man and a woman standing in the photo.

The man is his useless and disgusting eldest grandson Zhou Haoran, the woman...

Mr. Zhou picked up the reading glasses placed on the newspaper and put them on his face, carefully looking at the finger-sized faces in the photo.

As he watched, his face became increasingly ugly.

"Huh!" Mr. Zhou hummed and put the photo down, then picked up the letter that had been ignored, opened it lightly, and started reading.

There was only one sheet of letter paper, and although the writing was full, it was written on alternate lines, and the writing was still flying and bigger than the face in the photo.

A full piece of letter paper contains less than three hundred words in total.

Mr. Zhou looked at it quickly and said, "Huh?"

No! You have to read it carefully again!

It wasn't until he read the contents on the letter three times that Mr. Zhou put down the letter and laughed.

He was laughing so hard that security guard Xiao Lin was worried that he might have lost his temper. When he wanted to step forward to ask, he heard Mr. Zhou pointing at him and saying:
Chapter completed!