Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space-Chapter 483 - 370: After Minor Heat

After the minor heat wave, summer truly begins, and the millet, sorghum, and soybeans in the fields have been hoed two or three times, with the rows almost ready to be closed. The corn and sorghum have also been thinned and are starting to grow rapidly.

Hearing that many vegetables in her village’s backyard were ready to be harvested, Zhou Jiao didn’t dare to take her son back to the village.

"To raise without teaching is the father’s fault. To teach without strictness is the teacher’s laziness. If the child doesn’t study, it’s inappropriate. If the young do not learn, what will the old do?"

For her child, Zhou Jiao now works diligently, finally completing two picture books for toddlers to learn words.

Since the child is precocious and unusually strong, she decided to educate and nurture him in advance.

To help the child learn to control his strength, she spends two hours every afternoon either playing with clay or tofu with him, using different soft and hard fruits and toys, softly demonstrating repeatedly, guiding him to use his hands.

To help the child understand her words, she talks endlessly every day with simple phrases, demonstrating her actions repeatedly, guiding him to understand body language.

She even pretended to scream in pain by reaching her hand toward the stove fire or pricked her finger to make it bleed and cried pretendingly, to instill a sense of safety in the child.

All of this hands-on effort finally paid off when she saw the child gripping tofu with moderate force easily, without it breaking anymore; when she saw the child shaking his head at sharp objects like scissors; when she saw the child’s words becoming clearer, learning more single-syllable words.

Zhou Jiao knew all her hard work was not in vain.

The last time they went to the market, Zhou Jiao gestured to seal her lips again, and the mother and child went for a stroll. When the child opened his mouth, she signaled, and he quickly kept quiet, only calling out to the cattle when they returned home.

At that moment, she couldn’t help but shed tears. Through her tears, the child touched her face, and her heart ached even more.

Zhou Jiao didn’t know if this kind of education was good or bad, but before the child reached a full year old, she couldn’t, and didn’t want to, let others notice the child’s intelligence. Keeping the child safe had become her only desire.

That afternoon, Zhou Jiao spent time with her son, pondering repeatedly, and finally made a decision.

She would take her son to nearby cities before August, letting him experience when to stay silent and when to be carefree.

During work hours, Zhang Guoqing was very busy, extremely busy, and apart from coming home to eat and sleep, Zhou Jiao hadn’t seen him during the day for a long time.

During weekends, Zhang Guoqing was even busier, busily experiencing the joy of a bountiful harvest from dawn to dusk, and Zhou Jiao hadn’t seen him on weekends for a long time.

One weekend, when Zhang Guoqing returned home early from the village with an ox cart and saw that Zhou Jiao had taken off with the sidecar, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, secretly pleased that his wife had thought things through and knew to take the child out for fresh air.

He happily moved everything, driving the ox cart back to the village.

In Da Ming City, famous for its lotus pond. A pond full of blooming lotuses wafted a fragrant aroma far and wide.

At this moment, Zhou Jiao, with her baby carrier in front, was explaining softly while Ping’an pointed at the lotus.

Passing travelers occasionally stopped to watch the mother and child by the lotus with smiles.

Wherever the son pointed, she went.

As time went by, Zhou Jiao and her son happily went far away and boarded the sidecar.

Speeding towards the countryside, after asking directions from the locals, they parked the car at a designated spot.

Walking along a dirt road, they came to a sandy area.

A local saw Zhou Jiao and found it odd, learning that she had come from the provincial city to buy watermelons and cantaloupes. He curiously scrutinized Zhou Jiao a few times.

If one saw Zhou Jiao for the first time now, they definitely wouldn’t recognize her. The dark yellow skin covered her original beauty, and two thick black braids were tied with a red cord.

The local cursed inwardly at the wasteful woman, only thinking of eating well and not taking good care of her child.

The simple-minded local eventually still led her to the village team leader.

After some negotiation, two ox carts continuously transported watermelons from the village to the roadside beneath the trees.

As vehicles passed by, drivers curiously glanced at the village woman holding her child, selling watermelons.

Occasionally, a vehicle stopped to ask the price, Zhou Jiao shook her head with a smile. She was worried it wouldn’t be enough, so how could she sell?

After half an hour without any passing vehicles, she looked around and then decisively gathered all the watermelons, holding her child and walking briskly.

Returning to town, riding the sidecar near the provincial city, Zhou Jiao again turned to a small winding path.

A stretch of dirt road passed, jostling Ping’an in her arms into delightful laughter.

This time, Zhou Jiao found a kind-looking aunt, following her to visit houses and collect fruits and vegetables. She dared not mention wanting eggs. Purchasing items with ration coupons and then buying beyond that would draw attention.