The gift given to Director Zhang was a box of Boston lobster.

After Director Zhang became director of the Materials Bureau, people had no shortage of ordinary things, and they didn't look down on them.

So, Zhang Junping simply gave him a box of Boston lobster.

After leaving the Family Home of the Materials Bureau, Zhang Junping continued to visit the homes of his comrades and friends.

Naturally, the gifts were rice, flour, oil and the like.

Giving gifts is also a science, you have to look at what the other person needs.

For example, if Zhang Junping sends a box of Boston lobsters to a comrade's home, they may not know about it.

It will only feel flashy and not as economical as a bag of rice, a bag of noodles, or a barrel of oil.

This is because the needs are different.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Junping returned home.

I didn’t continue visiting. It was past four o’clock, and it starts to get dark at five o’clock in winter.

When I go to someone's house after four o'clock, should I stay for dinner or not? The host is also in a dilemma, should I stay or not?

It stands to reason that he should stay, but it came suddenly and the family was not prepared.

"Have you finished visiting?" Qiu Wenyan asked curiously when she saw Zhang Junping coming back.

"No, there are still several places to go, and my aunt hasn't gone there yet.

I went to the squad leader's house for lunch at noon, but my sister-in-law gave me a scolding and forced me to cook a meal for her." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Ah? Tell me why Sister Ye is scolding you?" Qiu Wenyan's focus was on Zhang Junping being scolded, and cooking and other matters were secondary.

“I told my sister-in-law that next year when you unload your cargo, we’ll buy a yacht and take you out to sea.

Go fishing on the sea and eat the freshest seafood.

As a result, I was reprimanded." Zhang Junping looked aggrieved and nuzzled into Qiu Wenyan's arms for comfort.

"Be good, my husband is the best.

It’s okay, Sister Ye doesn’t support your purchase, I support you!

When we retire, buy a yacht and travel around the world." Qiu Wenyan hugged Zhang Junping and comforted her.

"You bitch, are you trying to comfort me?

What’s the point of traveling around the world after retirement?

There are still thirty or forty years before retirement!" Zhang Junping broke away from Qiu Wenyan's arms and said sadly and angrily.

This is naturally a joke, a joke between husband and wife.

It’s also a kind of boudoir fun.

"Pingzi, my sister-in-law is right, your current identity is also my father's identity.

It's really not appropriate for you to buy a yacht.

Unless, you resign!

Otherwise, it's really inappropriate." Qiu Wenyan took Zhang Junping's hand and said softly.

"Alas! Of course I understand what you are saying. It's not just that you have money and don't know how to spend it, but you always feel uncomfortable." Zhang Junping lay on the table and said helplessly.

"Keke! People say you can't hide solid food in a kennel. I think that's what you are talking about." Qiu Wenyan giggled at Zhang Junping's funny look.

In the evening, the two Huaizhi brothers, Xu Jiahao and Yang Jindong, suddenly ran in.

"Master, Master!" After the four little guys came in, they stood respectfully in front of Zhang Junping.

"What's going on? Why did you suddenly come back?" Zhang Junping asked curiously.

"My mother kicked me out." The two Huaizhi brothers lowered their heads and whispered.

"What's going on? Are you in trouble?" Zhang Junping asked with a smile.

"Um!"

"Tell me, what trouble did you get into? Your mother actually kicked you out of this New Year party."

The four little guys looked at each other and finally Xu Jiahao said: "Well, I blew up the toilet outside Huaizhi's house."

"What?" Zhang Junping suddenly stood up from his chair.

Qiu Wenyan was also shocked and opened her mouth wide.

"We set off the whip and blew up the toilet."

"The whip blew up the toilet? What kind of whip did you set?"

"Mareko!"

"Xu Jiahao! Xu Jiahao! You are so awesome, you actually dare to play with Marlezi.

Say, where did it come from?" Zhang Jun pointed angrily at Xu Jiahao and cursed.

Zhang Junping was not angry with Xu Jiahao for blowing up the toilet, but because he was playing Marlezi.

Who hasn't been naughty among boys when it comes to blowing up toilets? Going to the toilet and blowing up shit is a normal thing.

Zhang Junping did this when he was a child.

So, I don't think it's a big deal.

As long as no one is hurt, that's fine.

However, Mareko's thing is very powerful, and if you are not careful, your finger can be blown off.

Before the 1980s and 1990s, there were injuries every year due to putting marlezi.

It won't kill people, but every year people have their fingers blown off and their eyes blown off because of this.

Before giving them a holiday, Zhang Junping specifically told them that it didn't matter if they were whipped, but they couldn't buy marle seeds.

"Dongzi, go get my teaching ruler." Zhang Junping ordered Yang Jindong.

"Master, we were wrong, just..."

"Bring it here!" Zhang Junping glared and scolded.

Yang Jindong trembled with fright and ran to get the teaching ruler.

"Hands out!

Start with Zhou Minghuai!" Zhang Jun said with a straight face.

"Snapped!"

"Did I tell you that playing with Mareko is not allowed?"

"Snapped!"

"Do you have?"

"have!"

"Snapped!"

"Why don't you listen?"

"..."

"Snapped!"

"Do you know you're wrong?"

"knew!"

"Snapped!"

"What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't disobey Master, and you shouldn't play with Marlezi."

Zhou Minghuai had tears in his eyes, but he didn't dare to cry. His palms hurt so much that he had to endure to answer Zhang Junping's questions.

Zhang Junping asked questions and hit each one one by one. None of the four people ran away, and each of them was hit five times.

This time Zhang Junping specifically hit his right hand. After these five strokes, he would not be able to get fast pieces during the entire Spring Festival.

Just to make them remember.

"Get out, wash your hands and eat." After the beating, Zhang Junping waved them out of the main room.

"You didn't ask, how did they blow up the toilet?" Qiu Wenyan then asked.

“It doesn’t matter how it explodes, the worst thing is that it will splash shit all over the toilet.

Where is Arita Shumei! As a mother, she can just go clean, we don’t need to worry about it." Zhang Junping said unkindly.

"Gee, that's right. It's her son's fault. If she doesn't clean, who will clean it?" Qiu Wenyan also laughed unkindly.

Qiu Wenyan's concept is the same as his. It doesn't matter if a boy is naughty. Bombing a toilet or something is a trivial matter.
To be continued...