Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space-Chapter 784 - 658: Most Women Love Their Natal Family

Mr. Zhang felt he had spoken too much and hurriedly brought the topic back, "While your mother isn’t here, let me tell you something truthful. Most women love their own families."

Zhang Guofu saw his father peeking outside the window and saying this in a low voice. Trying to hold back his laughter, he lowered his head.

"Back when our family was poor, your mother couldn’t afford to think about her own family. But when Xiao Wu grew up, that boy knew how to hunt. He often sent game, both openly and secretly, to his two uncles. Did your mother ever scold him? No! She even helped Xiao Wu keep it from me.

The year before last, your two cousins started working, which must have cost Xiao Wu a lot of favors, right? Yet during those days, your mother couldn’t stop smiling. Do you believe that if Xiao Wu had been doing favors for your uncle’s family, she would have been nagging non-stop?"

"Pfft," Zhang Guofu couldn’t suppress his laughter at his father’s words anymore.

Mr. Zhang found it funny himself, "And your second brother’s wife. She’s all about her own family, isn’t she? Constantly sneaking and taking, preferring to get your mother’s glares day in and out, but never changing her ways. And then there’s Jiao Jiao, doesn’t she love her own family? It’s just that Uncle Zhou is in such a good position; she never had the chance. Do you believe that if Uncle Zhou and the Huang Family switched places, your brother would scurry into the mountains to hunt, just to bring stuff to Uncle Zhou?"

As soon as Mr. Zhang finished speaking, the father and son both burst into laughter.

After regaining his composure, Mr. Zhang lit up a cigarette, looking at his relaxed eldest son, "I’m telling you this so you understand women are more or less the same. If your wife loves her own family, let her. Knowing her nature, just keep a hold on the money."

"There’s a saying about teaching your wife in private. Your second brother seems to handle it well. His wife’s not as good as yours, but he knows how to manage her. He gives her father what he’s due for major holidays, but no more. Is he good to her? Yes! But he doesn’t spoil her."

"I’ve lived more than half a life, and I have a sense of people. Your wife might be scared enough by you right now. Don’t scare her too much; enough is enough. If you push her further, she might start overthinking, and with that, she won’t be on the same page with you."

"Listen to me, be a bit good to her. This girl, apart from being soft-eared, doesn’t have any major flaws. Teach her patiently about what she doesn’t understand. Give her some face outside, but also regularly remind her. Use the same effort you would in teaching a daughter. I don’t believe you can’t manage a woman."

Zhang Guofu smiled and nodded. At this moment, he wanted to ask his father if that’s how his mother was kept in check.

Mr. Zhang looked up at his eldest son. This child just gets better and better looking. Upon closer inspection, again, it’s a white shirt and black pants. Truly an eyesore!

This village is all mud, not afraid of dirt that’s hard to wash out. At night, if a mosquito gets caught accidentally on it, the white shirt gets all smeared with mosquito blood, really a waste. He wanted to say a few words, but thought better of it, just as his son said, the environment is different, and so is the fashion.

But he immediately thought of his earthy eldest daughter-in-law and said earnestly, "When you’re out and about, if someone mocks your wife, always remember your woman is your face. If someone mocks her, they’re hitting your face. Ignore them, such people aren’t good company, so avoid confiding in them."

Zhang Guofu nodded, "Dad, I can tell who’s well-intentioned and who’s not."

"Yes, you need to have a clear idea about this. Women don’t remain young forever; they’re not witches. An ugly wife is a treasure at home, and no beautiful young girl outside can compare to a wife who bears your children."

"Your mother was beautiful when she was young, but now she’s old too. Seeing the calluses on her hands, I recall the hardships she shared with me when we were young. Looking at the wrinkles on her face reminds me she’s my old partner, and it gives me a sense of peace. Do you get what I’m saying?"

Zhang Guofu nodded repeatedly, understanding his father’s concern that he might find his children’s mother unattractive as she aged.

Looks never mattered to him. He’s not like his second brother, who was set on the good-looking Lin Juhua. If he had wanted to marry a beauty when he was young, he wouldn’t have agreed to the match with the Huang Family.

His wife followed him since she was a young girl, shouldering endless chores and bearing his children, which was truly not easy. As his father said, women don’t stay young, and no matter how beautiful, they eventually have wrinkles all over their faces.

Mr. Zhang had said quite a bit tonight. Seeing his eldest son comprehend, he suddenly felt thirsty. He leaned out the window to look; his wife must have been getting anxious.

"You’re heading back tomorrow, so I won’t say much more. Son, if anything’s not right out there, remember to consult with Uncle Guang."

Zhang Guofu got off the kang and followed his father out the door, "Uncle Guang also told me the same, to seek him out if there’s trouble."

"Go fetch your mother and head for rest early; no need to rise so early tomorrow. Remember to come back from the provincial city early this Mid-Autumn, and take your wife and kids to visit your father-in-law’s place."

Zhang Guofu hesitated for a bit and nodded, "Fine, I’ll arrange the time."

Mr. Zhang playfully scolded, "Silly boy! Stay longer if you like; just make a brief appearance if you don’t want to linger. How could I let my son be wronged?"

Zhang Guofu scratched his head and chuckled.

Watching him leave the main room, Mr. Zhang quickly grabbed the kettle and gulped down water. This kid’s deathly thirsty. If this young bunny doesn’t behave next time, I won’t waste time talking—straight to the stick!

Mother Zhang entered the main room nervously, observing her husband’s expression. Earlier, this old man asked her to take her daughter-in-law away and avoid them, not knowing what he discussed with the eldest son?

Mr. Zhang glanced at her sideways, hummed a few opera lines, and walked back to the room with his hands behind his back.

Mother Zhang’s eyes lit up, quickly following, and as soon as she entered the bedroom, she snuggled up to her husband, "Did it work out?"

"What did you expect? I’m telling you, you worried for nothing. My child, my seed, would I not know? The kid’s fine, just sleep soundly."

Upon seeing her husband arrogantly lift his chin, Mother Zhang chuckled in disbelief, "That’s good, that’s good. Ancestors watch over us. So, how did you talk to our eldest? Tell me about it."

Mr. Zhang glanced at his wife guilt-riddenly and cleared his throat, "Didn’t say much, just chatted nonsense. These old bones tire easily climbing up the mountain. What time is it now? Why do I always feel so sleepy?"

Hearing this, Mother Zhang was too concerned to gossip further, eager to check on her husband, "With all the milk powder Xiao Wu sent, you refused to drink it, now you’re feeling ill, aren’t you? Did you take the ginseng pills Jiao Jiao gave? Are your limbs feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Looking at his wife in front of him, Mr. Zhang couldn’t help but smile joyfully. Silly woman, those ginseng pills aren’t to be taken lightly.

"I think you definitely got tired from doing farm work these last few days..."

Mr. Zhang wanted to smack his own mouth. See what you’ve done, saying too much; now comes the reckoning.

"Wife, let’s sleep first. I’ll listen to you and won’t go help with the team anymore. Kids’ mother, when are we going back to the city?"

"Stay a few more days. I see Xiao Wu is still in the mood for hunting..."

Mr. Zhang watched his wife as she murmured about how much meat, how many wild vegetables they had at home now, and what they needed for winter. He smiled knowingly. This is living!