Yong'antun, Majia.

By this time, the family had finished breakfast and even put away the dishes. Ma Dafu was sitting on the kang in the east room, smoking, waiting for work to arrive.

Ma Ling sat leaning against the kang cabinet and knitted a sweater. Ma Ling was always looking for the wool that Zhao Jun bought her last time.

At this time, Wang Cuihua was not idle either, working hard to sew Ma Yang's trousers. While the fourteen-year-old boy was shopping, the boy didn't open his crotch much yesterday.

This kind of needlework is very simple and can be completed in just a few stitches. Wang Cuihua took her pants to the ground, walked out of the room and walked to the door of the west room. She paused in her steps and was about to reach out to open the door when she heard muttering in the room.

Wang Cuihua stopped moving her hands, put her ear against the door and listened for a few words. Then she turned around and went back to the east room instead of entering Ma Yang's room.

"Huh?" Ma Dafu saw that she had brought back her pants. When he was about to ask a question, he was interrupted by Wang Cuihua's gesture. Then Wang Cuihua patted Ma Ling mysteriously, lowered her voice and laughed: "I'll go over and listen to your brother's talk about the house.

Gu, I said I wanted to give you a gift or something."

"Really?" When Ma Ling heard this, she put the wool and needle inside, her big eyes lit up, and her face instantly showed joy, and then she got down to the ground.

Ma Ling had already received a secret report from Zhao Jun and heard that Ma Yang had prepared a birthday gift for her.

Normally, it's all about talking and making trouble, but this time Zhao Jun not only didn't cheat his brother-in-law, but also said a lot of nice words for Ma Yang in front of Ma Ling.

After learning that her brother had saved money to buy a card for herself, Ma Ling was looking forward to it.

Hearing what Wang Cuihua said, Ma Ling wanted to go over and listen, but was stopped by Ma Dafu.

"What are you doing?" Ma Dafu asked his daughter with a smile, "Why are you so ungrateful? You have to wait for someone to give it to you!"

Wu Shen is a Northeastern dialect, which means not reserved.

Hearing what Ma Dafu said, Ma Ling smiled and took the unfinished sweater.

"Our old son has become sensible." Wang Cuihua smiled at Ma Dafu and said, "Look, you all know that she feels sorry for his sister."

"Yeah!" Ma Dafu pursed his lips and nodded, "That's great!"

Just when the three of them were happy about Ma Yang's growth, in the west room opposite, Ma Yang sat cross-legged on the kang, holding a red hairpin in both hands, facing the kang cabinet in his room, and said with a silly smile: "Classmate Hu, this...

Tsk!”

Suddenly, Ma Yang smacked his lips, the smile on his face faded, and he said to himself: "Let's call Mr. Hu to sleep (jiǎo) Taisheng, let's call him Lina, hehehe..."

When this silly boy was intoxicated with himself, there was movement from the room opposite. He quickly grabbed the shoulder bag next to him, stuffed the hairpin inside, got off the kang, opened the door and walked out.

As he opened the door, Ma Ling, who was in the outer room, opened the door at the same time and ran out.

Ma Yang took two steps forward, looked through the window of the outer building, and vaguely saw Zhao Jun and the big motorcycle.

Ma Yang's eyes lit up. How could a boy not like motorcycles?

At this moment, Wang Cuihua called Ma Yang in the east room: "Old son, come on, let me put these pants on for you."

After hearing this, Ma Yang hurriedly walked into the east room, sat on the edge of the kang, and kicked on the heel of his right shoe with his left foot.

After taking off his cotton shoes, Ma Yang put on the trousers that Wang Cuihua had sewn over his cotton trousers.

After putting on his cotton trousers, Ma Yang stood up and said to Ma Dafu: "Dad, should I go with you today?"

"Huh?" Ma Dafu was startled and blurted out: "I'm going to work today, what are you doing with me?"

"Go and watch the excitement." Ma Yang said with a smile, "Today our classmates will perform a show."

Today is Saturday. Elementary schools and middle schools in the forest area are different from those in the city. They are all weekends.

"Old son!" Wang Cuihua interrupted and asked: "They are performing a show, why are you not there?"

"I... that..." When asked by Wang Cuihua, Ma Yang hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Wang Cuihua pursed her lips to prevent a smile from appearing on her face. At this time, Ma Dafu also understood and waved his hand directly at Ma Yang and said: "Stop talking nonsense, just stay home and let me learn."

, if you come last in the exam this time, let’s see if I don’t skin you when I come back.”

Ma Yang was startled, but when he looked at Ma Dafu, he saw Ma Dafu staring at him.

Ma Yang felt something in his heart, got up and walked out.

"What are you doing?" Ma Dafu asked sharply, and Ma Yang said angrily: "Go to the latrine!"

"Who are you with who is so stubborn?" Ma Dafu rolled his eyes and was about to get up, but was stopped by Wang Cuihua.

As soon as Ma Yang came out of the house, he saw Zhao Jun stuffing eggs into Ma Ling's pocket.

When Ma Yang saw this, he hurriedly ran away and pressed against the wall. This child has become sensible recently and knows not to be a light bulb for others.

There was a gap in the southeast corner of his fence. Ma Yang wanted to go out through the gap, but he heard Zhao Jun say to Ma Ling: "Come on, Ling'er, I'll take you for a ride on my motorcycle."

"Aren't you going to work?" Ma Ling blinked her big eyes and said, "Take me for a ride. Can you still catch up when you get back?"

"I don't want to catch the commuter train." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "I'll ride a motorcycle later."

Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Ma Ling couldn't help but feel excited, while Ma Yang paused, turned to look at the big motorcycle, and then walked quickly towards Zhao Jun.

As soon as Zhao Jun got on the motorcycle and was about to let Ma Ling sit behind him, he saw Ma Yang coming over excitedly.

Zhao Jun twitched the corner of his mouth and thought secretly: "This kid is here again!"

Seeing Ma Yang coming, Ma Ling did not get in the car, but then she heard Ma Yang shout: "Brother Jun, you are at work, can you take me there?"

"What are you doing?" Zhao Jun said: "I'm at work, what are you doing with me?"

"Aren't you going to have a party today?" Ma Yang asked back: "My classmates will perform on stage, and I want to watch the fun."

"Huh?" Zhao Jun blinked quickly and asked, "Your classmates performed a show, so why didn't you go?"

"I..." Ma Yang was speechless, feeling secretly annoyed. From this question, it can be seen that Zhao Jun and Wang Cuihua are indeed related.

"Little brother." Ma Ling smiled at the side, and then said to Ma Yang: "Dad will go to work in a while, can you just leave with dad and be done with it?"

"I won't go with him!" Ma looked at Zhao Jun angrily. Just as he asked Zhao Jun to take him, Zhao Jun asked: "What's wrong, little brother? Did my uncle scold you?"

"I..." A boy of Ma Yang's age cares about face the most, so naturally Ma Dafu couldn't say anything about what he scolded him.

But how bad is Zhao Jun?

"What are you cheering for?" Zhao Jun asked with concern: "Are you last in the exam again?"

Ma Yang: "..."

At this time, Ma Ling clenched her little fist, lightly punched Zhao Jun on the shoulder, and said in a feigned rage: "What are you talking about? I haven't taken the exam yet!"

"Ah..." When Zhao Jun nodded, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Ma Yang and asked, "What's that? Are you skipping school to play tricks and let my uncle know?"

Ma Yang: "..."

Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Ma Ling looked at Ma Yang with an unkind look. Ma Yang suddenly felt something in his heart and waved his hand at Zhao Jun, saying, "I won't go with you!"

After saying that, the boy turned around and ran into the house.

"This kid!" Ma Ling glanced at her brother's back, then turned around and asked Zhao Jun, "Did you watch him skip school?"

"Ah!" Zhao Jun nodded heavily and said righteously: "I said he is here! If you don't go to school well and run around all day long, how can you do it?"

"Yes!" Ma Ling echoed: "That's right! You brat, one day is not enough for him!"

After scolding Ma Yang, Ma Ling got on the motorcycle, and the two of them rode the motorcycle all the way to Nan Da Di.

When they came back, Zhao Youcai and others went to work. After Zhao Jun sent Ma Ling home, he rode his motorcycle straight to Wang Qiang's house.

At this time, Wang Qiang was ready. A spade and a pickaxe were tied together with No. 8 wire, as well as a chainsaw borrowed from Zhang Yuanmin's house. Zhao Ling couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing with these things?"

"Digging out badger holes." Wang Qiang's answer made Zhao Ling stunned. Looking at the things Wang Qiang had done, it was reasonable to say that it was reasonable to dig out badger holes. It could provide the family with daily meals. It was a bit unreasonable to go to such a large scale to dig out badger holes.

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But when she heard the sound of a motorcycle horn coming from outside, Zhao Lingshun looked out the window and saw that it was Zhao Jun who was coming, so she didn't ask any questions.

Wang Qiang put the chain saw on his back and came out with a spade and pickaxe.

According to their plan, Xing San set out from Lengchang yesterday carrying his No. 16 shotgun and went to fight for the Zhao army.

For an old man who is so old, he must have a place to stay at night. When the Zhao family used guns and explosives to hunt Siberian tigers, they lived in the shack of an old man named Guo.

And that shack belonged to Xing San many years ago, and it was about ten miles away from Widow Wang's door frame. Song Anlu, the person who borrowed the knife, went to that shack to stay with Xing San, and was watched by Xu Changlin.

Xing San set out yesterday and was already waiting in the shack. Zhao Jun went up the mountain now and sent Wang Qiang to meet Xing San halfway. Then Zhao Jun went to the forest farm for a meeting.

The commendation meeting officially started at ten o'clock and should be over before eleven o'clock. While Zhao Jun was riding a motorcycle to the mountain opposite Widow Wang's door frame, Wang Qiang and Xing San had also set off from the shack, and then the three of them met at the destination.

After coming out of home, Wang Qiang sat down behind Zhao Jun and tied himself and Zhao Jun together with a rope.

On this trip up the mountain, don't tie the spade or pickaxe behind the car seat, otherwise it will easily scrape tree branches during the trip.

There was no other way, Wang Qiang could only hold the handle of the spade and pickaxe, and then put one hand around Zhao Jun's waist. He was afraid that he could not hold him with one hand, so he tied himself to Zhao Jun.

The cold wind was blowing all the way, but less than half an hour later, Zhao Jun stopped the motorcycle at the foot of a mountain.

Wang Qiang got out of the car and headed up the mountain carrying his things, while Zhao Jun rode his motorcycle straight to Yong'an Forest Farm.

It was just after nine o'clock when he arrived outside the forest farm. Zhao Jun did not ride his motorcycle into the forest farm. Instead, he pushed the motorcycle into the forest and locked the motorcycle with an iron chain on a big blue poplar tree.

After coming out of the forest, Zhao Jun quickly entered the forest farm. At this time, all the loudspeakers in the forest farm were playing the conference march.

Zhao Jun walked quickly inside. When he came around from the west side of the forest farm store, he saw a group of children approaching.

This group of children are all students from Yong'an Middle School, and they are all good at studying. They come from any village. They came up with the commuter bus in the morning, gathered at the forest farm, and rehearsed a few songs they had prepared.
To be continued...