Zhang Hu was singing happily when he was interrupted by Zhang Jian and burped: "You, you stinky boy! Hiccup, your Uncle Tiger is not that fragile."

Zhang Shunliang was relatively conscious and said with a smile: "Son, just let your Uncle Tiger drink a few sips to be happy. Your Uncle Tiger went to the hospital for a checkup today. What is it called...arrhythmia? Or something like that?"

The doctors said everything is fine and I am very healthy."

"That won't work!" When I saw Zhang Hu, I thought of Zhang Qiyang, and when I thought of Zhang Qiyang, I felt blocked: "If Uncle Hu has trouble in our house again, won't Zhang Qiyang want to peel off my skin?"

"Hiccup, then, boy, don't worry about him." Zhang Hu looked for another cup in a daze: "When I asked him to study finance, he insisted on becoming a farmer... I'm so angry that I work all day long.

Playing with that broken machine and buying seeds... all the money was spent. In the end, not even a splash was seen... a prodigal!"

Zhang Jian calmed down a bit after hearing this, and the movements of his hands became gentler: "Uncle Tiger, I'm serious, drink less as you get older. If something goes wrong with drinking, won't it cost money again?"

Speaking of Zhang Qiyang, Zhang Hu always complained.

He said that he worked hard to make money everywhere just to support his son's education. He originally thought that if his son was admitted to a prestigious university, he would be able to benefit from it. Who knew what kind of agricultural major Zhang Qiyang wanted to study? To put it bluntly, it was just farming.

In fact, this was fine. He could make a lot of money by working at a scientific research institute for a month. However, he only worked for two months and then came back, saying that he wanted to improve the environment of Xiaozhang Village.

"Brother Shunliang, it's not me who said that our Xiaozhang Village is not a good place. There must be something wrong with the feng shui." Zhang Hu said: "What you plant will die. There will be floods or droughts for several years. The villages next door are all fine.

A few years ago, I heard that there was some kind of drought demon sacrifice ceremony, and after two months of tossing and tossing, nothing came out. Hey, if you ask me, if you have the chance, you should live in the city."

Zhang Shunliang laughed silly beside him and didn't answer, just listening.

Zhang Jidao said: "It's just a natural disaster, there are not so many magical things." I don't know which generation of Xiaozhang Village passed down the rule. If there is no rain for a long time, it must be the drought demon, so from time to time, old people organize "fighting the drought demon"

", saying that it will rain if you hit it.

If this was really useful, Zhang Jian thought, he might as well go poke the Dragon King's lair.

Zhang Hu sobered up for a while and shook his head: "Niece, don't believe it. The river next to our Xiaozhang Village was a big river a few decades ago, supplying water to dozens of surrounding villages.

Later, I heard that a scholar fell into the river and met the river god. He made rude remarks and angered the river god, which made our village so dry that we couldn't even get water."

Zhang Jian was stunned, River God? Could it be that old man?

After Zhang Hu finished speaking, he snorted: "I don't know how crazy my son is. He wants to plant something, even a hammer, and he doesn't even have water."

Zhang Shunliang answered: "He really wants to grow something?"

"Isn't that true? I ran to the city for several days and bought a lot of things..." Zhang Hu said vaguely: "No, the last five hundred yuan at home was to buy seeds... According to me

Seems like a waste of money.”

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Jian offered to send Zhang Hu out. Zhang Hu waved his hand and told Zhang Jian to stay, and walked away shaking his head.

After helping Zhang Shunliang into the room and sitting down, Zhang Jian looked around and found no sign of Ma Wenli.

"Wen Li went out to get medicine for your mother today." Zhang Shunliang took a sip of tea to relieve the hangover: "I said my son——"

"Huh?" Zhang Jian opened the door curtain and glanced at Huang Shufen. Huang Shufen was still asleep and looked pretty good.

"Wen Li is doing well these days. You...should you think about other things?" Zhang Shunliang rubbed his hands: "The grandson of Uncle Zhang's house next door is almost three years old."

Zhang Jian turned around: "Dad, what do you want to say?"

"It's just us and the two of us now, and I don't have any other intentions." Zhang Shunliang wiped his face: "When your mother talked to me today, she just hoped that... you and Wen Li would have a son and a half daughter.

After our old Zhang family kept one, your mother knew that her time was running out, so she just wanted to hug our little grandson..."

Zhang Jian came to understand, but for some reason, he felt a resistance in his heart.

It's not that he hates children, he also knows that he is old enough to have a baby, but with Ma Wenli... let alone having a baby, the two of them haven't touched each other for more than a year.

"Dad, don't worry about it with my mother. My mother is fine." Zhang Jian said: "And the family's economy is tight now. It's not like your time that focused on quantity but not quality, and you have to spend money on everything. Let's talk about it later.

.”

Zhang Shunliang was not surprised at all when he got this answer. He took out his cigarette rod and knocked it, stuffed the tobacco into it, and took two deep puffs with a sullen face.

He was not good at words, and he didn't know how to say certain things without offending him, so he had to remain silent.

It made Zhang Jian feel a little sorry: "Dad, don't get me wrong, it's not that we don't want to have a baby, it's just that you see, mom is sick now, you are not in good health, Wen Li's natal family is far away, and I am busy making money, Wen Li

Li needs someone to take care of her when she is pregnant, and the baby cannot live without someone for the first three months after birth. By then, our whole family will have to revolve around the baby, and who will make the money?"

That seems to be the case.

"Besides, it doesn't matter if we adults suffer a little or get tired. Are you willing to let your eldest grandson suffer and starve?"

It seems right.

Zhang Jian was persuasive: "Don't worry, Dad, when I make money, I will build a three-story building for us. I will complete the task by then!" After saying that, he gave a salute.

Zhang Shunliang laughed helplessly: "Okay, okay, I won't get involved in the affairs of you young people, but you should have a mirror in your heart and be brighter."

"Um."

The night had fallen, and Ma Wenli never came back. Zhang Jian was a little worried, so he took a flashlight and planned to go out to pick up someone.

Halfway through, he thought for a while and suddenly turned around and headed towards Zhang Hu's house.

I don’t know if Zhang Qiyang used the bag of seeds or if the water was pumped in. He felt that he should help if necessary.

Although Zhang Jian's knowledge is not as good as Zhang Qiyang's, as the saying goes, true knowledge comes from practice, and Zhang Qiyang is not necessarily better than himself in farming.

The lights at Zhang Hu's house were not turned on, and it was dark. Zhang Jian touched the side of his field, and then shined a flashlight on it——

"You're such a damn useless scholar." Zhang couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Chapter completed!