Chapter 74: Hammer to death with a pumpkin 'Fifth update'
"Junior sister, the spiritual baby in the charity village is frightened. I brought it to you. You can help me take care of it for a few days."
After Gu Gu finished asking for rice, Uncle Jiu and Zhang Heng came over.
Upon hearing Uncle Jiu’s request.
Gu Gu then patted her chest and promised, "Don't worry if you leave your things here with me. It's just that I'm quite busy today and I'm afraid I won't have time to accompany you."
"It doesn't matter, business is important."
Uncle Jiu agreed first, and then introduced: "Junior sister, this is Zhang Heng, a disciple of Senior Brother Xu. You haven't seen him yet, right?"
"Zhang Heng, I met my uncle."
Zhang Heng lowered his head and saluted.
"Senior Brother Xu's disciple?"
Gu Gu glanced at Zhang Heng and snorted: "Okay, I got it."
The attitude is slightly cold.
Zhang Heng stood aside and took a look, and found that facing Uncle Jiu, Aunt Zhe was really happy, and the corners of her mouth felt like honey.
To him, Gu Gu didn't catch a cold very much.
"Don't think about it. When we were learning arts in the mountains, Gu Gu and your master didn't deal with each other. They would fight each other every three days, a small fight, and a big fight every five days, with you and without me."
"Although twenty or thirty years have passed, everything should be taken lightly, but there is not much truth to be said about women."
Leave the Empress Temple and sit on the carriage.
Uncle Jiu noticed Zhang Heng's confusion and gave him a few explanations.
"With you and without me, it's no wonder."
Zhang Heng thought that there was a fire at the city gate, which affected the fish in the pond.
"Master, why is Aunt Zhue so nice to you?"
Wencai turned around and asked while driving.
When Uncle Jiu heard this, he said happily: "When I was studying in the mountains, I was known as the Jade-faced Taoist Lord. How could I look like Senior Brother Xu? He looked... ahem, I won't mention it anymore, I won't mention it anymore.
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After saying that, he secretly glanced at Zhang Heng from the corner of his eye.
What should Zhang Hengneng do? Just pretend he didn't hear it. Is it possible that he still has to go back and ask?
The whole journey was silent.
On the way, I found a time-honored restaurant on the roadside and had an authentic meal of Wuhua Sanhuang Chicken.
The taste is not bad, and it is definitely a lie to say that it will make people swallow their tongues, but it is true that it is worth the trip. There is a restaurant like this near my home, and it is worth the half-hour drive to go there.
After eating the three-yellow chicken, we returned to Yizhuang.
When I came back, it was already very late.
Before the invention of electric lights and television, people usually went to bed very early.
Uncle Jiu arranged a room for Zhang Heng, and after Youqiang chatted with him for a while, he couldn't help but feel sleepy and went back to his room to sleep.
"Lingying, Gu Gu!"
In the room, Zhang Heng couldn't sleep: "Is this the plot of "New Mr. Zombie" about to begin?"
the next day.
"Junior brother, you are meditating in your room. I thought you didn't get up."
At around seven o'clock in the morning, Wencai and Qiu Sheng opened the window with their heads and looked at Zhang Heng with a smile.
"I get up every day at dawn to practice Qi. I have been doing this for more than half a year."
Zhang Heng didn't open his eyes and asked calmly: "Don't you two senior brothers need to practice qi?"
"Let's practice again later, and we won't be short of this skill anyway."
As Qiu Sheng spoke, he winked and said, "Junior brother, let's go out and play. Master asked us to greet you well. How about I take you to steal bird eggs?"
"Stealing eggs?"
Zhang Heng opened his eyes and thought he had heard wrongly.
"Junior brother, bird eggs are very delicious. Let's go steal some from the trees and cook them for you to eat."
As Wencai said this, he climbed in through the window.
Zhang Heng was completely speechless for these two fools.
How could he, the richest man in Yangjiang, do something so shameless as stealing eggs?
"Two senior brothers, I understand your feelings, but just forget about stealing bird eggs."
Zhang Heng stopped meditating because he couldn't keep up with the brain circuits of these two living treasures: "If you have other places to go, I will still be happy to accompany you."
"Where else to go?"
Wencai touched his chin: "In the afternoon, there will be a group of young wives washing clothes by the river. When washing, they will roll up their trouser legs. At first glance, they have small feet and big white legs. But now is not the time. I have to go in the afternoon."
Zhang Heng's chest felt tight when he heard this: "Is there anyone more reliable? I came all the way to Renjia Town just to watch a group of young wives wash clothes?"
Qiu Sheng came up with a good idea and said first, "Okay, Shunxinju Teahouse has hired a new storyteller. He is said to be able to tell the story of the Three Kingdoms. Junior brother, how about I invite you to listen to the storyteller?"
Zhang Heng heard this.
A pot of tea, two plates of snacks, and three paragraphs of storytelling.
There is nothing much to do in the morning, so it would be a good idea to go listen to storytelling. It is a good pastime, and it is much more reliable than stealing eggs or looking at the legs of my little wife.
"Junior brother, come here, this is it."
Under the leadership of Qiu Sheng and the others, Zhang Heng came to the alley on the side of Shun Xin Ju.
Zhang Heng looked around.
Where is this? Why did you bring him here? Wasn't it to listen to storytelling?
"Junior brother, if you see the window above, climb up along the wall and listen close to the window. You can hear everything clearly."
Qiu Sheng pointed upward.
Zhang Heng raised his eyes and looked up. If he hadn't guessed, this must be the side window of the lobby of Shunxinju.
Invite him to listen to storytelling. Can you listen here?
"Junior brother, you don't know that the consumption here is very expensive. You have to buy tea when you go in. A pot of the cheapest Biluochun costs thirty bucks. If you want peanuts and snacks, you have to pay extra."
Qiu Sheng looked like we had made a profit: "If we listen here all morning, we can save at least half an ocean."
Wencai also repeatedly said: "Only fools go inside to listen. Isn't that just giving money to others?"
Watching the two of them singing and harmonizing, Zhang Heng frowned slightly: "Uncle Master asked you to take me out, but he didn't give you any money?"
"Give it."
Qiu Sheng lowered his head in embarrassment: "We took it out to play, but it was lost."
Wencai didn't have the nerve to look at him and muttered: "Master usually doesn't give us money, but he gave us a little more this morning. When he got excited, he turned around and found that the money was gone."
"well!"
Zhang Heng thought of Qian Shui again and sighed: "It's not easy to be my apprentice!"
Wen Cai was Jiu Shu's son-apprentice. He had no father or mother. He was left at the gate of Yizhuang. All his food and clothing belonged to Jiu Shu.
Qiu Sheng is better, he is only half a disciple. Although he has no parents, he still has an aunt.
Whenever he has nothing to do, he helps out in his aunt's rouge shop. Every now and then, his aunt will give him some pocket money, which makes him feel better than Wen Cai.
But look at the two of them now.
He knew without asking that it must be a weasel warming itself over the fire, its claws clean and furry.
If the two of them could put together thirty big men, they wouldn't be as embarrassed as they are now. It's really hard for a penny to defeat a heroic man.
"Go in and listen to the show. Today is mine."
Zhang Heng shook his head and sighed, walking towards Shunxin House.
Qiu Sheng and the two followed behind and heard each other complaining for a while: "It's all your fault, isn't it just two pieces of ocean? You have to take it out to play, the money is lost, isn't it beautiful?"
"You still have the nerve to accuse me. If you didn't have to eat Douhua, could you have lost this money?"
"I want to eat bean curd? Do you care about your conscience? It's obvious that you want to eat it."
"I want to eat, but did I say so? I didn't say so."
"I didn't say you wanted to eat too. I'll tell Master later that you lost the money."
"If you tell me, tell me. Last time Master asked you to buy ten kilograms of lamp oil, but you only bought nine kilograms, and got a kickback on the other kilogram. I will tell Master later."
"I did not eat."
"You ate."
"I did not eat..."
Zhang Heng heard this.
These two living treasures, I don’t know how Uncle Jiu has survived these years.
If it were him, he would have to buy two pumpkins, the kind with vines, and hammer them to death with them in his hands.