Returning to the small mountain village of '86, intelligence updated daily.

The radio was very loud and the sound was very clear.

Each of the four of them had a piece of candy in their mouths, and the taste was indescribably wonderful.

Just then, Zhou Rui, as if by magic, took something out of his pocket.

"Daqianmen" cigarettes can be considered a truly high-end cigarette.

At this moment, Zhou Yong'an's attention was completely drawn to the storytelling on the radio, and he was listening intently with his eyes closed.

Zhou Rui said softly:

"Grandpa, Grandpa, look what this is!"

Hearing the call, Zhou Yong'an opened his eyes and glanced ahead.

A beautifully packaged soft pack of cigarettes, adorned with a door design, is right in front of me.

Zhou Yong'an's body immediately stiffened, and he took the cigarette with trembling hands.

The intense visual impact made the old man a little breathless, mainly because he, a long-time smoker, hadn't smoked a cigarette for several weeks.

"Where did it come from?"

"Why waste this money? I don't even like smoking..."

Zhou Yong'an first expressed his doubts, then realized that it must have been his eldest grandson who bought it, and then he subconsciously felt sorry for the money.

However, despite his words, the old man's eyes were already fixed on the pack of cigarettes.

His breathing became slightly faster, and he also made swallowing motions in his throat.

The old man said he didn't like smoking, but he couldn't control his body's instincts at all.

Zhou Rui didn't say anything else, but took the cigarettes from the old man's hand again, quickly opened them, took one out, and put it to his grandfather Zhou Yong'an's lips.

The old man's nose twitched as he carefully sniffed the tobacco scent.

Zhou Rui then very gently placed the cigarette into his grandfather's mouth.

Then he took a box of matches out of his pocket.

With a hiss, it flashed past, and a flame ignited, but due to the sunlight, it was barely visible unless you looked closely.

Zhou Rui shielded the cigarette from the wind with one hand, and moved it to the other end with a burning match in the other.

Zhou Yong'an took a deep drag of the "Daqianmen" cigarette, and a stimulating taste entered his body, making his nerves cheer.

For a seasoned smoker, the sensation of a puff of cigarette far surpasses that of a storytelling performance.

Smoke swirled around.

Zhou Yong'an inhaled the smoke into his lungs and then slowly exhaled it.

He, who had been looking rather listless, suddenly seemed several years younger, and his eyes shone with a bright light.

He then took another sip and lay back comfortably in the chair.

He had forgotten what he was going to say and seemed no longer bothered by Zhou Rui's reckless spending.

Zhou Rui didn't disturb them, and just quietly watched this scene.

Soon, Zeng Jiamei and Yang Laidi from the backyard also arrived at the front door, because they had just heard the radio.

After they came out, Zeng Jiamei's eyes were clearly shining, as were Yang Laidi's.

In this age with little entertainment, a radio is one of the few things that can receive information from the outside world.

It had been a long time since anyone had heard the radio in their own homes, so everyone put down what they were doing to listen attentively.

The Zhou family had longed to hear it before, but as their circumstances worsened and the harvests were poor in the last two years, the old man sold the radio.

With no other choice, everyone had to accept reality.

Having it again now is undoubtedly a great comfort to all of them.

Zhou Rui watched this scene and felt a sense of relief.

On the way here, Zhou Ming actually asked about it too.

She asked her brother Zhou Rui why he hadn't bought her anything, because whether it was a radio or a watch, the whole family could listen to the radio, and the watch was for their father.

The cigarettes and chess set were for the elderly and the father.

Because of tinkering with the radio, the chess set, which Zhou Ming had originally placed underneath, has now been taken inside by him, and the old man is unaware of this.

Even Zhou Ming has comic books, so it seems that only Zhou Rui has nothing.

Because neither Zhou Rui nor Zhou Ming smoke.

But on the way, Zhou Rui only said one sentence in a strange tone:

"I already have the most precious thing in the world, something that can't be bought with anything."

Zhou Ming didn't know what his brother was talking about; he only felt that his brother had said a lot of profound things on this trip.

Now, squatting beside him, watching this happy scene, Zhou Rui felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

He himself certainly understood what the most precious thing in the world was to him.

They are family.

As long as the family is happy and healthy, we don't ask for great wealth or status, just enough to eat and wear, and a little bit of fun. That would be the best thing ever.

He loves his family. In his previous life, he didn't want to repeat the mistakes that led to his broken family, and he also didn't want to have those regrets again.

Now, let's start by gradually getting everyone in the family back on track with their lives...

Just as Zhou Rui was watching this scene with eyes full of happiness, an elderly woman passing by heard the loud radio and couldn't help but shout:

"He's listening to a storyteller! Grandpa Zhou looks so impressive, look at those smoke rings he's blowing, be careful the kids don't choke!"

The old woman peered towards the Zhou family's doorway, her eyes filled with envy.

Zhou Yong'an had regained his composure by this time, and he loudly responded to the man:

"Hahahaha—it's all because my grandson is so successful, this old man is benefiting from it!"

After saying that, the person left. She must have been in a hurry to go back and cook. Zhou Yong'an finished the last puff of his cigarette and lay down comfortably to relax.

After a short while, Zhou Yong'an sat up again and continued nagging at Zhou Rui:

"You little brat, why are you wasting money like this? You don't even buy yourself a couple of new clothes, all you think about is buying these useless things."

Zhou Rui chuckled upon hearing this, and then said:

"Hehe, Grandpa, who said I didn't buy anything for myself? Actually, I secretly got much more than everyone else."

After saying that, Zhou Rui chuckled foolishly again.

Seeing this, the old man simply pinched Zhou Rui's cheek affectionately.

The group listened to the storytelling for another ten minutes or so, and finally, under Zhou Yong'an's stern urging, Zhou Ming reluctantly turned off the radio.

Zhou Yong'an was simply repeating the same idea over and over.

"Turn it off quickly, listen to it again tonight, don't waste the battery, batteries are expensive."

Zhou Ming, after turning off the radio, carefully picked it up and carried it inside to put it down.

Zeng Jiamei and her husband had just finished washing and drying the clothes. Since it was all the family's dirty clothes, it took them quite a while to wash them.

At this moment, both of them went to the stove to busy themselves preparing dinner, because their uncle Zhou Shiping and their grandfather's old comrade-in-arms Zhou Jian were coming later, something Zhou Rui had just told his mother in the backyard.

I haven't told Grandpa yet.

Zhou Yong'an lay back on the recliner, muttering that his eldest grandson was successful but also knew how to squander money, but his face was filled with happiness.

At this moment, Zhou Ruicai stood behind the old man, massaging his shoulders as he spoke:

"Grandpa, I just met someone at the supply and marketing cooperative. He said he was your old comrade-in-arms, named Zhou Jian."