Chapter two hundred and seventy-seven: Six Jia secret wishes
New Year is around the corner.
Decorate with lanterns and colors.
Because of the emergence of the real dragon Zhang Yong, the Zhang family has enjoyed smooth sailing and a great situation in recent years.
When they heard that Zhang Yong was going home to celebrate the New Year, the elders got even more energetic and painted the entire Zhang family's old house. They also clamored to build a manor at the foot of the mountain for Zhang Yong to live in, and called on everyone to come together to welcome him.
Zhang Heng frowned slightly when he heard this.
No matter how you say it, Zhang Yong is still a descendant of the Zhang family. Does the whole family have the seniority to welcome him?
He was only a junior, and a group of uncles came to greet him. This was not enthusiasm at all, but clearly alienation. Only outsiders need to be so polite.
“Zhang Yong’s rise is too fast.”
"The elders of the family no longer know how to face him."
"But I don't want to think about Zhang Yong being able to gain a foothold in Yugoslavia. What kind of scenes have I never seen?"
"If you do this, not only will you not be impressed, but you will feel alienated."
Although Zhang Heng seems to be a transparent person on weekdays.
But after all, he was a clan leader, and he could tell at a glance that the biggest problem of the Huludao Zhang family was the lack of foundation, and all the chips were placed on Zhang Yong alone.
Zhang Yong can be said to be a talented person of thousands of miles and a hero of a moment.
But within the Zhang family, apart from Zhang Yong, there is no other capable talent.
What's more, the Zhang family occupies a hundred miles of Huludao, but there is no one who can manage this hundred miles of land well.
The family elders are still dreaming about improving their family and occupying thousands of miles of land. No matter how you look at it, this is not a long-lasting situation.
"Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng..."
The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
There are only three days until New Year.
A flying eagle chariot appeared in the sky. A young man in golden robe stood on the vehicle and shouted to Zhang Heng's yard: "I'm back."
Zhang Heng pushed the door open and saw Zhang Yong, whose appearance had changed drastically.
"Why is your hair like this?"
Zhang Heng looked at Zhang Yong's gray and white hair.
"Something went wrong while practicing, but it doesn't matter. I was a blessing in disguise and developed a unique skill."
Zhang Yong is very calm.
Zhang Heng was noncommittal, because under his eyes, Zhang Yong's body suffered countless hidden injuries, just like a porcelain that was beautiful on the outside but full of cracks on the inside.
You know it without asking.
Zhang Yong's situation in Yugoslavia is probably even worse than what he said in his letter.
He has reached the point where he is struggling to move forward. The old wounds have not gone away and new ones have been added. This time he came back to visit relatives, which may be to recuperate.
"You just came back today, don't do anything, just have a good sleep under this tree."
Zhang Heng brought a rocking chair and placed it under the tree.
Zhang Yong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay."
Finished.
Zhang Yong lay down to sleep and soon fell asleep.
Zhang Heng stood aside and shook his head slightly, thinking about how long it had been since Zhang Yong had a peaceful sleep.
"Is it night?"
Wake up again.
It was getting dark, and Zhang Yong asked in confusion: "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Four hours."
Zhang Heng replied.
"I haven't slept so comfortably for a long time."
Zhang Yong stood up and stretched.
After finishing, a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes. He looked up at the big tree above his head and asked curiously: "Is this a dead tree?"
After saying that, he was a little unsure: "I remember this is not a dead tree, right?"
Zhang Heng said with a smile: "I have been dry for more than a year. You must have remembered it wrong."
"Maybe, I've been too tired recently."
Zhang Yong didn't think much and murmured to himself: "The Yugoslav Federation is a good place, a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak."
"Fortunately, God is still kind to me. I have good luck and opportunities. Compared with those people who come in despair and leave in despair, I am doing pretty well."
After speaking, he looked at Zhang Heng: "If I said that I could buy three Zhang's houses, would you think I'm crazy?"
Zhang Heng smiled but said nothing.
Zhang Yong stretched out his hand and stroked the dead tree, and said with a smile: "I have always wanted to take you to Yugoslavia to see, but unfortunately I have never had the chance. Let's wait and see next year. I will try harder."
Zhang Heng shook his head: "A big place has the hardships of a big place, and a small place has the beauty of a small place. I think Huludao is quite good. If I go to Yugoslavia, it may not be as comfortable as here."
Zhang Yong was silent for a while, thought for a while and said: "Then I will get you some fishing boats."
Zhang Heng glanced at him.
He continued: "You are not young anymore, you can't stay at home all the time."
"I'm doing well in Yugoslavia. If circumstances permit, it would be best for you to come with me, but you don't want to."
"If you don't want to, just don't want to. There are a lot of dirty things going on there, and I'm really not as comfortable as at home."
"But you can't be idle all the time. There's always something to do."
"I've asked, but we don't have a large-scale fishing fleet here, there are just some small fishing boats."
"If we build a fully-organized fishing fleet, there should be a leader. Then you won't have to go out to sea. Just find a few bows and let them handle it. You can just settle the accounts and manage the channels."
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "You have considered it so carefully?"
"It's not enough if it's not thorough."
Zhang Yong hammered Zhang Heng on the shoulder: "I am only a younger brother like you. I watched you grow up."
Speaking of which.
Zhang Yong muttered happily: "In the early years, when I was thirteen or fourteen, I thought about what I would do if I didn't have spiritual roots."
"At that time, I just wanted to get a fishing boat, ride the wind and waves, and have adventures on the sea."
Zhang Heng thought for a while.
He didn't refuse because he could see that Zhang Yong was sincere.
Just thinking of what Zhang Yong said that he could buy three Zhang families, Zhang Heng was a little curious about his way of making money: "You are in Yugoslavia, how do you make money? You can open mines and plantations just like at home.
, or a fleet of ships?”
Zhang Yong laughed when he heard this: "How is it possible? How much money can be made by opening mines, raising spirit shells, and establishing plantations?"
"This is a way for small families to make money. If you go up a level, you won't play with such low-end things."
Zhang Yong lowered his voice: "As far as I'm concerned, not all Yugoslavia is a big family, there are also many small families that are trying to survive in the cracks."
"Since they can't find any monks who can hold the place together, they need to hire worshipers from outside. I hold the position of worshiper in more than a dozen small families. If someone creates trouble, I help them solve it. As a reward, I get
Thirty percent of net profit.”
"In addition, Yugoslavia is the hub of the South China Sea. Every year, countless talents from small places come here to look for opportunities."
“When there are too many people, it’s easy to get into chaos.”
"Especially the younger generation, they don't obey anyone, so some friction is inevitable."
"If someone suffers a loss and is unwilling to do so, he or she will ask me to come out and seek justice."
"In this case, I usually give the person a lesson in the name of discussion."
Zhang Heng was a little bit dumbfounded.
Zhang Yong sounds nice, but the things he does make him sound so social.
No wonder he had numerous hidden wounds on his body.
No one jumped out of a rock, and no one has a few close friends.
Zhang Yong gave the person a lesson and then hired someone to take revenge on him.
Going back and forth, I can't even think about not getting hurt.
"I don't want to do this either, but I can't help it."
"My family cannot provide me with enough training resources, and I have to fight for many things with my life."
"If you don't fight hard, you will live in depression for a long time. I am also a dignified husband, no worse than anyone else. Why should a talented person from a big family control the situation, so I have to stay humble and be a petty person."
Zhang Yong clenched his fist: "You will win only if you love to fight."
Zhang Heng fell into silence.
He is not Zhang Yong, and he does not know what Zhang Yong has encountered in the Yugoslavia in the past ten years.
So he couldn't make any more comments.
I only know that no matter how he treats others, Zhang Yong truly treats him as a relative.
As for Zhang Heng, he seems to be helping relatives rather than taking care of others.
"Stay at home for a while."
"Practice should be both relaxed and relaxed. If you make your hair turn gray, you will look like a little old man. You can see that your body and bones are weak and you need to make up for it."
"I went out for a walk some time ago and caught a black-bone chicken."
"Bake it into soup later and drink two more cups. It will replenish your qi and blood."
Zhang Heng opened his Dharma Eyes.
In the afternoon, while Zhang Yong was sleeping soundly, he intercepted the vitality of the big tree with the secret blessing of Liujia from Gezao Mountain and used it to treat Zhang Yong's hidden wounds.
That's why Zhang Yong slept comfortably and the big tree withered.
It's just that the hidden wounds on Zhang Yong's body were too serious, and it would take more than the vitality of a big tree to make up for his recovery.
Now that I'm back, I need to kill a few more sea beasts.