Fire! What a big fire!

Zhang Jiaohua saw a man on fire rushing out of the room. Zhang Jiaohua wanted to see the person's face clearly, but the person's face was blocked by the flames and could not see clearly no matter how hard he looked.

"Ah!" Zhang Yaohua exclaimed again. This kind of scene was really terrible.

"What's wrong?" Luo Changjun asked.

Zhang Jiaohua was awakened by Luo Changjun's inquiry. When he looked at it again, he found that the fried dough stick shop had nothing to do. Seeing this scene twice in a row, Zhang Jiaohua felt strange in his heart.

"Me, I saw that the fried dough stick shop was on fire again, and someone was on fire all over his body." Zhang Jiaohua said with lingering fear.

"Did you see it again?" Luo Changjun immediately noticed the word "you" in Zhang Jiaohua's words.

"I saw it once when I first came." Zhang Jiaohua's face was a little unpleasant.

"Don't be suspicious, it should be your mind's thoughts." Luo Changjun didn't take it seriously.

"Uncle Ronaldo, you must carry the amulet I gave you with you. Wear one for Grandpa Luo, too." Zhang Jiaohua said suddenly.

Luo Changjun smiled and started the car, "Okay, don't worry. I will wear one for Grandpa Luo too."

Luo Changjun thought Zhang Jiaohua was a little funny, but at the same time he also thought that this child was very simple. Although he didn't believe in the use of the amulet given to him by Zhang Yaohua, he still put it well. He can't let the child down.

When I arrived at Meizitang, when I heard the sound of the car, the child from Meizitang ran over. The mute ran in the front. When I saw Zhang Jiaohua get out of the car, I was so envious, "Beggar, you are amazing. Zhang Dechun has never taken the car, you have already taken it twice."

Luo Changjun couldn't help laughing when he heard the mute's words.

"Uncle Zhang, Education, I have sent you here. My mission has been completed, so I will go back first." Luo Changjun took off the bicycle from the car.

"Be careful on the way."

When the car was about to start, Zhang Jiaohua shouted to Luo Changjun, "Uncle Luo, you must wear amulets. Remember to wear them for Grandpa Luo too."

Luo Changjun waved to Zhang Jiaohua, stepped on the accelerator and quickly left Meizitang.

Zhang Manyin was very grateful. He stood by the roadside and watched Luo Changjun turn around, then left. When he couldn't see the car, he turned around and walked home.

"Beggar! Is this bicycle yours?" the mute asked in surprise.

Zhang Yaohua nodded, "Yes, someone else gave it to me."

"The people in the city are really rich. A bicycle costs more than 200 yuan!" The mute's eyes lit up.

"Dumb, please help me push the bicycle to my house." Zhang Jiaohua said with a smile.

The mute immediately helped Zhang Beihua push the bicycle to Zhang Jiaohua's home happily.

"Beggar, let the grain seeds beggars here, grandpa will plant them for you." Zhang Manyin is an experienced old farmer and has accumulated a lot of experience in the germination and germination of grain seeds. He knows that Zhang Beggar himself cannot do it.

However, Zhang Jiaohua felt that if he relied too much on his grandfather, who would have planted such acre of land in the future? So he simply refused Zhang Manyin's kindness without thinking about it, "No, no, I can do it myself."

"Ah? Why did you plant grains?" Zhang Manyin was shocked.

"I really do it. Isn't there a manual on it?" Zhang Yaohua said, pointing to the words on the grain bag.

"Don't show off your ability. It delays breeding and wastes grain seeds, but also delays the transplanting of early rice." Zhang Manyin was still worried that Zhang Jiaohua would be childish and delayed the early rice.

"Definitely not. Don't worry." Zhang Jiaohua disagreed. What he was thinking about was not how to plant grains, but how to plant beans at home. Isn't it just digging a hole and putting the seeds in and covering some soil?

If Zhang Manyin knew what Zhang Yaohua was thinking, she would probably jump up in a hurry.

"Okay, take the grains back yourself. Put them in place. It is best to put them on the beam and hang them up." Zhang Manyin couldn't help but remind him again.

"I know, I know." Zhang Jiaohua nodded repeatedly, but thought to himself, "Why do you need to hang up?" It was planted in the evening. Just one acre of land, with Jinhu and others helping him, and it was planted in just a few seconds.

Zhang Manyin was worried, and after walking not long, he turned around and said, "Beggar, if you can't germinate, come and call me. Don't do it randomly."

"I understand!" Zhang Jiaohua frowned. Grandpa was so long-winded.

After Luo Changjun sent Zhang Manyin's grandson back to Meizitang, he was driving while thinking about the fried dough stick shop that Zhang Jiaohua had mentioned. He saw the fried dough stick shop in a fire twice in a row, and this matter revealed a hint of strangeness. Moreover, Zhang Jiaohua had been asking him to wear amulets, which must be another reason. Luo Changjun himself had similar concerns about Lao Xiao's fried dough stick shop. Now after Zhang Jiaohua's continuous reminder, he was really worried. So after returning to the town, he was going to go back to his home directly. Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and drove towards the direction of the old house.

From a distance, I saw the street where his old house was located constantly smoking. Luo Changjun was shocked, "Not good!"

When it was a distance from the old house, Luo Changjun's car could no longer drive forward. The street was full of people.

"It's a fire! It's bad, it's a fire!"

"Whose house caught fire?"

"It's the fried dough sticks from Lao Xiao's family. I've been worried about frying oil there every day, and sooner or later, his fire will start."

"This time, it's a big trouble. The area is full of wooden houses. This old house should have been demolished long ago. Now, I'm lit up a fire, and I don't know how much it will be."

...

Luo Changjun jumped out of the car and heard the discussion of the onlookers on the side of the road. He felt a little regretful. If he had believed that guy's words, the result might have been completely different from now.

Luo Changjun ran to the old house quickly, and he didn't know if his father had run out or was burned at this time. He had to rush over and confirm this.

The bustling crowds on the streets were not all for fun. In fact, a large number of people wanted to put out fires and save people. They all held buckets and squirts in their hands. The buckets and plates were filled with water, and they were passing them to places where fires occurred. There were new and old basins. I don’t know whose house they belonged to. But at this time, firefighting was the first. No one organized them, but the firefighters took the initiative to line up into two long dragons, one bucket after another, and one empty bucket after another basins were passed back. Two hundred people formed a long dragon to form two water dragons, and kept pouring water into the fire.

Luo Changjun was anxious because his family was adjacent to the fried dough stick shop of Lao Xiao's family. He just wanted to know how his father Luo Yongming is now? (To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!