Song Qiu was finally forced to take the money bag, put it properly on his body, and thought about digging a hole at the foot of the bed and burying it.
After all, Zhang Yang was so powerful that he bundled out several bundles of firewood in a few seconds and dragged two bundles with one hand down the mountain.
Zhang Lihua curled her lips and followed behind, dragging her own bundle of firewood.
Song Qiu, who was holding the hatchet easily with both hands, had black streaks all over his head. He quickly reached out to help Lihua hold half of it, and the two of them worked together to carry a bundle of firewood down the mountain.
The road down the mountain is actually not easy to walk, and if you don't pay attention, you might fall forward if you lean forward. Zhang Yang would look back at the two little girls from time to time and tell them to walk slower.
After walking for a while, I suddenly thought of something and asked, "Has anyone come to our village recently?"
"Yes, there was a seller of copper parts here yesterday. He was selling them door to door. He also said that any copper parts he had at home would be fine, and he wouldn't be afraid of them getting rusty." Zhang Lihua answered quickly. .
"Brother, why are you asking this? I haven't seen you care about the affairs of the village before."
"I was just asking." Zhang Yang shook his head, but said nothing more.
But Song Qiu, who had been listening, felt a little weird for no reason.
She suddenly remembered that she heard some men in black mention something about the Fifth Master that day.
Last time, Zhang Yang seemed to have told her that he was working with Mr. Hong Wu?
Moreover, if Zhang Yang doesn't come back sooner or later, he will come back at this time.
The man who killed the man in black is looking for that thing. Could Zhang Yang be the same?
Song Qiu felt that she had done a detective job, but there was nothing she could do. Her mind just moved faster than ordinary people, and she watched a lot of dramas. It’s no wonder that she had a big imagination.
What if that's what she thought?
Song Qiu looked away from the back of Zhang Yang's head suspiciously, thinking that he should stay put and wait and see?
Mr. Zhang was sitting in the yard talking to Mr. Zhang, a fellow villager who came to chat with him.
The three people walking down the mountain one after another can be seen from a distance.
Old man Zhang also heard that Zhang Yang was back. He had liked this kid's cleverness since he was a child, and wanted to put in a good word for him so that his grandparents would not always think he was out of tune.
He laughed and said: "Brother, your boy Zhang Yang is back? Oh, he went up the mountain to collect so much firewood just now. He is really diligent."
Zhang Laodou groaned in his heart, but said: "This kid just doesn't have a home, so he is still diligent."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yang, dragging two bundles of firewood in one hand, walked straight into the Song family yard and said with a grin: "Aqiu, I will move the firewood to the stove room for you and put it away!"
Then he swaggered into the kitchen house, then came out empty-handed, and then went to the Zhang family yard, "Hey, Uncle Zhang is here, how are you always?"
Old man Zhang, who meant to praise others but was lonely, smiled dryly and said, "Okay, okay, it's hard for you kid to remember me, you have such a sweet mouth."
Zhang Yang bragged for a few words and then slipped out of the courtyard without seeing anyone.
Old man Zhang looked at Mr. Zhang's face and said, "Brother, I've been out for a long time. I'm going home now. I'll come see you tomorrow to have some fun."
"Hey!" Mr. Zhang responded, but he didn't look angry.
Old man Zhang went out with his hands behind his back. He still shook his head when he thought about it. This boy is smart, but he just clashes with his family. Why doesn't he know how to please his elders with such a sweet mouth?
Old Yuan followed Song Qiu into the kitchen house and saw people pouring water. He couldn't help but asked: "Why did you let Zhang Yang come back to help collect firewood?"
Song Qiu was confused, he had to do it himself.
Old Yuan sighed, changed his mouth and said, "It's okay, let's go kill the pigweed."
In addition to pigs and chickens, the family now has a mule, which requires a lot of effort.
As for what to feed the mules, Song Qiu had also asked the old man about it. The farmers couldn't feed the animals anything good, but the mules needed to pull hard. Just eating grass wouldn't work. Some beans would do.
So when Song Qiu came back, he bought a bag of soybeans from the grocery store. The beans from previous years were about to be released, and they were sold even cheaper and were not worth the price at all.
In addition, some grass also needs to be fed.
So today Song Qiu also changed into a backpack and went out to Nanniwan with Zhang Lihua.
It wasn't until they left the end of the village that Zhang Lihua dared to say, "Look, Ah Qiu, my brother will definitely not have anything to eat tonight."
"I'll cook an extra handful of rice later and leave a bowl of porridge for him," Song Qiu said.
Zhang Lihua was worried, "This is not a problem. You said that my brother is always running away. He is already a grown man. You are not in a hurry to talk about your wife. There is no land in this house. Where can my wife live? What's more,
Ah Qiu, if my brother really wants a wife and comes back, he won't have to be forced to do endless work every day by me, right? That would be a harm to his daughter."
Zhang Lihua muttered, and Zhang Yang, who came out of nowhere, pulled her hair from behind and made a face at her, "Little girl, why do you have to worry about so many things? It's all over.
She’s an old woman!”
"Your brother, do I need you to worry about this? Don't worry about it, just take care of yourself."
After that, he ignored her and went to Song Qiu, "Ah Qiu, what do you want to do? I'll help you and drive the car. When will you learn? Why don't you start before you know it? Learn early and learn early."
OK."
As Song Qiu listened, he thought of his conjecture just now. If Zhang Yang came back for that reason, he might have a mission and couldn't stay at home for too long.
She didn't know whether the fifth master was good or bad, but looking at Yang Zhengqi's facial features, she didn't think he would do anything bad by committing adultery with others.
"Then let's start learning early tomorrow morning. If I learn it early, I can drive by myself and go wherever I want."
Zhang Yang nodded, grabbed the sickle in Song Qiu's hand, and got busy.
When he talks a lot, he talks a lot, but when he does things seriously, he is also very serious.
Song Qiu didn't have time to move, so he quickly asked Zhang Yang to fill a basket.
After Zhang Yang finished packing Song Qiu's backpack, he saw his sister still squatting and working. He gave her a very disgusted look, walked over and pulled her away, "Sit down." Then he continued to work.
Zhang Lihua curled her lips and happily sat down next to Song Qiu. The two of them enjoyed themselves watching the ducks playing on the wet muddy ground and watching the sunset on the horizon.
Two people sit and one person works. This situation is as normal as it used to be, and it seems to have returned to many times in the past.
Zhang Lihua sighed nostalgically, "Brother, Ah Qiu, let's go play in the water in the creek tomorrow!"
"You think you're still young." Zhang Yang buried his head in his work and only had time to speak to her.
Zhang Lihua looked like you were unhappy, "Ah Qiu, forget it if he doesn't go. Let's go tomorrow and catch some small fish and shrimps and move some crabs. Can you fry the same thing as last time? It's delicious!"
My mouth is watering just thinking about it!"
"good!"
Zhang Yang immediately turned around and said, "What are you frying? Are you going to fry the small fish, shrimps, and crabs? Are they delicious? Are they really edible?"
Zhang Lihua ignored him and just looked at Song Qiu with her face in her hands, "Ah Qiu, your craftsmanship is the best!"