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The next morning, Zhou Chen went to Secretary Zhou's house as soon as he got up.

When Secretary Zhou's wife, Zhang Fengying, saw him, she was startled and shouted into the house, "Lizhong, Lizhong, come out quickly!"

"What are you yelling about so early in the morning?" Zhou Lizhong asked as he came out of the house, rolling up some tobacco leaves.

Upon seeing Zhou Chen, he even dropped the cigarette paper in his hand.

"Zhou Chen? You're not dead?"

"Secretary Zhou, I'm back."

"Good, good," Zhou Lizhong walked over and patted his shoulder, his eyes slightly red. "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

"Fengying, cook more porridge this morning. Don't skimp on the rice; make it thick."

"Okay." Zhang Fengying immediately agreed, her heart still pounding.

There's been so much news in the village these past few days.

First, Zhou Jianjun made a mistake in the army and was sent back.

Zhou Chen, who was supposed to have sacrificed himself, has actually come back alive.

Each one is more bizarre than the last.

Zhou Lizhong pulled Zhou Chen inside to sit down. "You went home?"

Zhou Chen lowered his eyes. "I went there last night."

"Sigh..." Zhou Lizhong sighed deeply, "How have you been these past few years? What exactly happened?"

Zhou Chen didn't hide anything and explained the whole story.

What Zhou Jianjun did is enough to make people criticize him for a lifetime.

After listening, Zhou Lizhong remained silent for a long time. "So, can you still go back to the army now?"

Zhou Chen shook his head. "I've already completed the discharge procedures and will be working at the town's police station from now on."

Zhou Lizhong's eyes lit up. "What position?"

"Director and instructor."

"This counts as becoming an official; you've made something of yourself."

Zhou Chen smiled wryly, "Secretary Zhou, please keep this a secret for me for now, and don't let my parents know."

Zhou Lizhong was taken aback.

Zhou Chen continued, "I came here today to ask about my wife and children."

Zhou Lizhong glanced at him and said, "Zhou Chen, the man Xiaolin remarried is a regimental commander. Don't be impulsive; you have a long life ahead of you."

Zhou Chen shook his head. "I've already met them, mother and daughter. I just want to know how they were doing in the village before?"

Zhou Lizhong glanced at him, his gaze complex.

He watched Zhou Chen grow up and knew that the boy was honest and loyal.

There are some things that outsiders shouldn't say directly.

That's too obvious; it sounds like you're trying to sow discord between a mother and son.

He spoke vaguely, and felt bad that Zhou Chen had come all this way to ask.

Zhou Lizhong pondered for a moment, stubbed out his cigarette, got up and walked to the cabinet drawer. He rummaged through it for a while and pulled out a dusty ledger.

"Take a look for yourself."

Zhou Lizhong placed the account book on the table and pushed it in front of Zhou Chen. "This is the account book from when your family divided the property. I didn't expect you to come back, and there's no need to falsify it."

Zhou Chen took the ledger and opened it.

There are many records of families dividing their property here.

When Zhou Chen flipped to his own page, there were only a few simple sentences.

Zhou Lizhong sighed, "The news of your sacrifice had just come back when your mother separated from your wife the very next day. She gave them that old house and a small bag of sweet potatoes as a settlement."

Zhou Chen's breathing became heavier, his gaze fixed on the ledger, without looking up.

"Later, when your pension came in, the town officials said that according to regulations, it would be divided into three parts: one for your wife, one for your child, and one for your parents."

"Later, when Xiaolin wanted to remarry, your parents forced her to return the compensation money, saying it was your life-saving money and couldn't be taken to someone else's family. It was originally agreed that since the child would bear the Zhou surname, Xiaolin should keep the child's share..."

Zhou Lizhong glanced at Zhou Chen. "Later, your mother said they didn't want the child, they just wanted the money. Xiao Lin also had a strong temper. She said that since they wouldn't take the money, the child wouldn't belong to the Zhou family anymore, and she even made your parents sign a disassociation agreement. It's all in black and white, and I have a copy here too."

Zhou Chen closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were bloodshot.

Zhou Lizhong felt a pang of regret and shook his head.

"Secretary Zhou," Zhou Chen said in a low, hoarse voice, "I want to separate from my parents and live separately. I would appreciate it if you could be my witness."

"Are you serious?" Zhou Lizhong frowned.

Zhou Chen nodded, "Over the years, I've sent a total of 1,769.8 yuan home. This amount also needs to be accounted for."

Zhou Lizhong's expression hardened; Zhou Chen was about to fight with his parents.

After having breakfast at Zhou Lizhong's house, Zhou Chen helped Zhang Fengying clear the table and wiped it clean.

After doing all this, he nodded to Zhou Lizhong, "Secretary Zhou, let's go."

Zhou Lizhong gave Zhang Fengying a few words of advice and then followed Zhou Chen out.

It's only about a hundred steps from Zhou Lizhong's house to Zhou's house.

The Zhou family's courtyard gate was wide open. Wang Guifen swept up the broken porcelain shards on the ground while cursing Cai Laifeng rudely.

Old Zhou sat upright in the main room, with a bowl of porridge and a dish of pickled vegetables on the small table in front of him.

The porridge was made of white rice and was cooked until very thick, much thicker than the porridge at Secretary Zhou's house.

Zhou Chen walked in, and when Wang Guifen saw him, she put on a fawning smile. "Have you eaten breakfast? There's still some porridge in the pot. Shall I scoop some for you?"

Although she asked that question, she didn't move an inch.

Hearing the noise, Old Zhou looked up and glanced towards the door.

When he saw Zhou Chen, his expression didn't change much; he simply nodded slightly.

Only after Zhou Lizhong walked out from behind Zhou Chen did he stand up. "Secretary Zhou, what brings you here today? Have you had breakfast?"

Wang Guifen threw down the broom in her hand. "Secretary Zhou, you've come at the right time! Last night, Cai Laifeng brought people to my house and smashed things. Look, they smashed everything they could. You're the village secretary, you can't ignore this!"

After Wang Guifen finished speaking, she gave Zhou Chen an appreciative look.

She thought Zhou Chen had called Secretary Zhou over to complain.

Zhou Lizhong coughed twice. "We'll talk about this later. I'm here today for other things."

Wang Guifen complained, "You're the Party Secretary, and you don't even care about this? What else can you care about? Anyway, my son's back. Cai Laifeng dared to smash my things, so tomorrow I'll take my son to smash her things!"

Zhou Chen stepped forward and said, "I invited Secretary Zhou here to help us divide the family property."

Split up?

Old Zhou's bowl of porridge slammed to the ground with a "thud".

The last intact bowl in the house is gone now.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Zhou Chen calmly met his gaze and said, "I said, I want to split up the family."

Old Zhou pointed at him, his finger trembling, "I'm your father! Your father's still alive, and you want to split up the family? Aren't you afraid people will talk behind your back?"

Zhou Chen sneered, "So, you can divide the family property when your son dies, and you can divide the family property when your father dies too? It's been too long since anyone in our family has died."