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Chapter 437 Travel Strategy

Chapter 437 Travel Guide

It is impossible for the Diaoyao Air Force to be an air force.

Since you can't catch any fish, take the bucket and go to the beach to pick it up.

It's a pity that I didn't bring any salt, otherwise I could have "salted my advice" to King Razor Clam.

but--

does not matter.

You should be able to pick up the cat's eye snail lying on the sand, right?

Then--

Jiang Yang was disappointed.

This beach was not very hospitable, so he picked up some shells.

As for digging, he didn't bring any tools and didn't know much about digging.

However, there are still some things closer to the water.

He saw a little boy carrying a bucket over there, picking up a lot of things, and throwing some things into the sea from time to time.

Jiang Yang walked that way and then stopped.

Going further, there are piles of rocks.

The stones in this pile of rocks were sharp and it was unclear which ones were alive. Li Qingning had warned him not to let him cross.

Before Jiang Yang went over, he watched the child throw a crab into the sea water.

"Why was it lost?"

The little boy looked back at Jiang Yang and said, "They are too young. Let them go back to find their mother."

The little boy looked up at the sun again, confirmed the time, and returned to the shore. However, because the bucket was too heavy, he staggered when passing the pile of rocks. Although he quickly regained his balance, he still

While holding it in my hand, I scratched it.

Jiang Yang asked: "Are you okay?"

The little boy looked at the wound. It was bleeding. Fortunately, the wound was not deep. "It's okay."

Jiang Yang carefully helped him carry the bucket. After walking out of the rubble, he reminded him: "Be sure to take care of your wounds when you get back."

"Um."

The little boy responded.

Jiang Yang looked at his bucket again. It was exploded. There were really a lot of good things in it.

Jiang Yang looked at his bucket again, only a few shells.

The little boy saw it too.

At this moment, Li Qingning came over with fishing gear and greeted Jiang Yang to go home.

The tide is about to rise, and it will be dangerous to stay on the beach any longer.

.

This wild beach is quite dangerous. Locals basically don’t come here to play, only children do.

"good."

Jiang Yang agreed.

He lowered his head and said to the little boy: "Let me help you."

This bucket is a bit heavy for a little boy.

He handed his bucket to the little boy and walked onto the road carrying the little boy's bucket of harvest.

"Where is your home?"

Jiang Yang wanted to see if it was going smoothly.

"Thanks."

The little boy was determined not to use it. He put down Jiang Yang's bucket and took his own bucket. He also fished out a flat fish from his own bucket and threw it into Jiang Yang's bucket.

Then, he took a deep breath, carried his bucket of sesame seeds with all his strength, and slipped away. After ten steps, he was walking slowly with both hands.

"Remember to take care of the wounds on your hands!"

Jiang Yang shouted from behind.

"Do not worry."

Li Qingning said that these children who grew up by the sea are better at handling it than Jiang Yang.

"All right."

Jiang Yang looked at his bucket, "I don't think this is the Air Force."

A hero doesn't ask where the fish came from, and a fisherman doesn't ask where the fish is.

"Alright."

Li Qingning and Jiang Yang carried it back. When they returned to the door, Jiang Yang saw the white cat again. He took out the only fish in his bucket and shook it to attract the cat's attention.

When the cat got closer, he threw it into the bucket again.

After the cat lay down, he took it out again.

However, when he repeated the same trick this time, his hand slipped and the fish fell to the ground.

The white cat moved very quickly, pounced on it and snatched it away.

"I--"

Jiang Yang was speechless.

Li Qingning laughed: "Now it's the Air Force."

They went home, put away their things, washed up, and it was soon dusk. Li Qingning lay on the railing on the second floor of the building and looked at the sea. The sky was full of clouds, the fishing boats were returning to the harbor, and the sea breeze was blowing on their faces. Everything was so peaceful and poetic.

picturesque.

Father Li is playing chess with Jiang Yang, cherishing the few opportunities to abuse others.

Mother Li is reading the script of "The Pianist on the Sea".

Li Qingning held the guitar in her arms and turned around in a daze. She saw her grandma and grandpa sitting on a wicker chair watching the sea, and the long shadows of the setting sun falling on them.

very nice!

The next day.

Mother Li returned to normal and asked Li Qingning to practice the piano early in the morning.

Jiang Yang also got up early.

After washing, he stood at the door and stretched his body while looking at the port. At this moment, the neighbor's mother-in-law came out and asked Jiang Yang if he had had breakfast. After receiving the answer that he had not, the mother-in-law waved Jiang Yang to follow her.

Jiang Yang followed in doubtfully.

When he entered his mother-in-law's house, the white cat was not there.

The yard was kept clean, but it looked like the house was old. It was estimated that the last renovation was after the wedding that his mother-in-law said. He followed his mother-in-law into the house and saw her hanging a basket on the beam——

I guess it's because I'm afraid the cat will eat it.

The mother-in-law took off the basket.

Jiang Yang was tall and held it firmly, and then saw that the most eye-catching thing in the basket was a box of lotus seed mooncakes.

There are only a few pieces left now.

Jiang Yang suddenly remembered that when he was at home, on the day when his father-in-law and mother-in-law entertained students, he ate a piece of lotus paste mooncake, and then he never ate any of it. The old couple were too unkind and hid the potatoes secretly.

Forget about the slices, I also keep the lotus seed mooncakes privately.

Mother-in-law gave Jiang Yang two yuan.

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

Jiang Yang took it.

"After eating my mother-in-law's mooncakes, I have to be nicer to Qingning from now on."

"Um."

Jiang Yang nodded.

The mother-in-law poured him another glass of water, "Her mother-in-law is not joking, she is really worried about this child. Qingning grew up beside her. She understands the child's temperament. He looks independent and strong, but in fact, it is like the tempered glass, cracked

It will fall apart at just one crack.”

A person has planned his life very early and knows what he wants and what he doesn’t want, what suits him and what doesn’t suit him, what the other half he wants is like, and how to achieve it step by step——

This is good.

But there are always many surprises in life.

"Um."

Jiang Yang nodded again.

My mother-in-law may not know yet, but he is the biggest surprise.

Jiang Yang was just about to help his mother-in-law hang up the basket when he suddenly saw a book placed in the corner of the basket. It was very thick. It was not that the book was thick, but that there were many things in the book, some of which were exposed. It looked like they were cut from magazines or newspapers.

came down.

"Oh, those are the strategies I made for traveling back then."

The mother-in-law took out the book and before she could open it, several stamps fell out.

These stamps are famous scenes from across the country.

Jiang Yang picked it up.

The mother-in-law opened the book, and Jiang Yang saw that the guide was even more exquisite than the current handbook. In other words, it was the earliest handbook, with stamps, pictures from magazines, posters, and even clippings from wall calendars.

Pictures etc.

There are also postcards.

Jiang Yang looked at a few pictures, most of which were sent by Li Qingning's grandmother to her mother-in-law.

In addition to the pictures, there are text supplements, which include recorded experiences from radio, television, and movies, as well as what I heard, mainly from Grandma Qingning.

In addition, there are hand-drawn drawings to supplement it.

“Well done.”

Jiang Yang sighed sincerely.

The pictures in this book have turned yellow.

but--

It is precisely these yellowings that add time to this book and engrave memories on it, making it feel heavy and heavy in your hand.

Jiang Yang turned the pages carefully, fearing that the folder pages would come out, as if he were flipping through a book of art.

Mother-in-law: "If you like it, take it."

"ah?"

Jiang Yang was surprised.

The mother-in-law smiled and said: "It will just accumulate dust if you stay here. When I die, it will probably be gone."

The last time her granddaughter took this book out of the basket, the contents were scattered all over the floor.

It took her a long time to sort it out.

Rather than scattering it all over the place, it would be better to give it to Jiang Yang, who likes it, "Go around these places for my mother-in-law and see if the writing is correct."

"good."

Jiang Yang nodded.

He stayed for a while longer, and after the cat came back, he said goodbye to his mother-in-law, took his notebook and returned home.

Father Li has already prepared breakfast.

After breakfast, Li's mother just asked Li Qingning to practice the piano. Li Qingning said: "Your son-in-law's script is still a little bad. He has to go to the boat to find inspiration. We will go to the boat today and come back in the afternoon."

As soon as Li's mother heard that it was related to the script, she had no objection.

She quite hoped that the script would be finished soon.

(End of chapter)


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