Hard work after winning the lottery

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as "chaotic and chaotic".

In the early morning, Zhou Yinchuan, who used to get up early to practice Tai Chi, has now switched to early morning patrols.

Even without bodyguards, he still has three little tails following him around.

"Great-Grandpa, can we take the ball out of the stone lion's mouth?" Si Tao stood on tiptoe, trying to pry the stone ball out.

Zhou Yinchuan laughed heartily and didn't stop him: "That's a pearl. If you can take it out, your great-grandfather will give you this lion to take back to your room!"

"Really?!" Si Tao's eyes lit up, and she began to struggle with the stone ball with her two little hands.

On the other side, Si Le was squatting in the garden, staring blankly at the precious orchid that Zhou Yinchuan had been cultivating for more than ten years.

As soon as Lin Yi brought out the bird's nest, she saw her daughter Sile reaching out her chubby little hand, trying to pluck the flower petals.

"Oh dear, my little darling!" Lin Yi was startled, but there was no reproach in her tone, only doting affection. "You can't pull those flowers, they'll cry if you do."

Sile tilted her head, her face innocent: "Grandma, does Huahua cry too? Like my little brother?"

Lin Yi was amused. She put down the bird's nest soup, picked up her grandson, and gave him a big kiss: "Yes, yes, he cried even more than his little brother."

In this old house, there are dozens of people, and now the core task is only one thing—to keep these three little darlings entertained and well-fed.

In the afternoon, sunlight streamed into the study through the carved window.

This place was originally a forbidden area of ​​the Zhou family, and no one except Zhou Yinchuan and Zhou Yanjin was allowed to enter easily.

But now, this place has become a "treasure hunting base".

Zhou Yinchuan sat in the large huanghuali armchair, holding a somewhat worn mahogany box in his hands. The brass lock on the box was rusted, exuding a sense of the vicissitudes of time.

Three little heads huddled together, and six big eyes blinked as they stared at the box.

"Great-Grandpa, is there treasure in here?" Si Tao swallowed hard, and even the Ultraman toy in his hand lost its appeal.

"Hmph, this is something more precious than treasure."

Zhou Yinchuan's expression turned solemn as he slowly opened the lid.

In that instant, it seemed as if a lingering smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The box was lined with red velvet, and neatly pinned with a dozen or so medals. Some were oxidized and blackened, while others still shimmered with a golden light. Behind each medal was a history of blood and fire.

"Wow--"

The three children let out a unified gasp of surprise.

Si Tao, quick-witted and agile, pointed to the largest and brightest medal in the middle and shouted, "This one! This looks like an Ultraman transformation device!"

Zhou Yinchuan's lips twitched, and the tragic emotion he had been preparing almost crumbled.

He picked up the heavy medal and gently stroked its patterns. His eyes were somewhat dazed, as if through the medal he could see that war-torn era and Watson, who was lying in the trench sharing half a cornbread with him.

"This isn't a transformation device," the old man's voice was a little hoarse, but exceptionally strong. "This is something my great-grandfather risked his life for."

"Fate?" Si'an keenly caught the word.

Although he was young, he was more mature than his younger brothers. He looked at the faint scar on his great-grandfather's face, and gently reached out his little hand to touch the back of the old man's hand.

"Great-Grandpa, does it hurt?"

This innocent greeting was like a warm current, instantly touching the softest part of Zhou Yinchuan's heart.

The old man's eyes were slightly red. He took Si'an's small hand in his own. His hands, covered with age spots and as dry as tree bark, enveloped the small, delicate hand.

This is inheritance, the continuation of bloodline.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Zhou Yinchuan smiled and shook his head, pointing to the medal as he began to tell a story, "Back then, your great-grandfather and your great-grandfather lay in the snow for three days and three nights without moving..."

"Three days? No food?" Sile covered her mouth in shock. "Won't her tummy rumble?"

"They were yelling, yelling like thunder!" Zhou Yinchuan gestured vividly, "If the enemy heard them, they'd think it was going to rain and they were bringing in the laundry!"

"Hahaha!"

The children burst into laughter.

At this moment, those heavy histories, in the old man's mouth, became thrilling, exciting, and somewhat humorous stories.

Zhou Yanjin and Hua Yun stood at the door of the study, watching this scene without going in to disturb them.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the four members of the family, creating a scene reminiscent of a warm oil painting.

Hua Yun leaned on Zhou Yanjin's shoulder and said softly, "Grandpa hasn't been this happy in a long time, has he?"

Zhou Yanjin put his arm around her waist, nodded, and said gently, "Yes, ever since Grandma passed away, he's been all alone looking after these old things. Now it's good, the house feels alive again."

However, while the warm and cozy days were wonderful, real-world problems soon followed.

The Zhou family's old house is located on a mountain in the suburbs of City A. It is a truly auspicious place, with the mountain behind and the water in front, where the wind is contained and energy is gathered.

For Zhou Yinchuan, who is already retired, and his wife Zhou Ye, who is semi-retired, this place is a paradise for retirement. The air is fresh, the environment is quiet, and there is no noise except for birdsong.

But for Zhou Yanjin, the current president who also manages the vast Zhou Group, this place is a commuting hell.

7:30 in the morning.

It was just dawn.

Zhou Yanjin was already dressed and standing in the entrance hall. He had an important international video conference today and had to be at the Zhou's Building in the city center before 9:30.

"Don't you want to sleep a little longer?" Hua Yun, wearing pajamas and rubbing her sleepy eyes, came downstairs.

She stayed up late last night because Sile kept asking her to tell her stories.

Zhou Yanjin tied his tie while giving a helpless wry smile: "It's too late. The Xishan Bridge is like a parking lot during rush hour. I have to leave two hours early."

Hua Yun glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only 6:30.

It takes at least fifty minutes to get to the company from here, even without traffic. If you encounter the morning rush hour, it's unimaginable.

"You've worked so hard..." Hua Yun walked over, straightened his collar, and touched the faint dark circles under his eyes with concern. "You haven't been getting enough sleep these past few days, have you?"

Zhou Yanjin took her hand and kissed it in her palm: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

He turned and glanced at the quiet children's room upstairs.

"Are the children still not awake?"

"Yeah, you're sleeping like a little pig." Hua Yun smiled. "I ran around in the garden with Grandpa all afternoon yesterday, I'm exhausted."

Zhou Yanjin sighed, a hint of regret in her eyes: "I've been coming back late and leaving early these past few days, so I haven't had much time to talk to them."

The night before last, he had a social engagement and didn't get back to the old house until 11 p.m.

Pushing open the door to the children's room, the three little ones were already fast asleep. Sitao even slept in a "big" shape, domineeringly occupying the center of the bed.

He could only gently kiss the foreheads of his three children by the dim light of the bedside lamp before going to wash up, exhausted.

This feeling of "living under the same roof but living like a long-distance relationship" left the decisive and efficient CEO Zhou feeling extremely frustrated.

Moreover, more pressing issues lie ahead.

Zhou Yanjin had already contacted the best international bilingual kindergarten in City A beforehand, and the teaching staff for Si'an, Sile, and Sitao were top-notch.

The problem is that the kindergarten is located in an affluent area in the city center.

If they lived in the old house, it would mean that the three children would have to get up at 6:30 every morning and then endure a bumpy ride of more than an hour to get to school.

If I encounter rush hour after school in the evening, I might not get home until 7 or 8 o'clock.

This is torture for a growing child.

After Zhou Yanjin left, Hua Yun did not go back to sleep.