The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 74 Hammering to Death with Pumpkin "Fifth Update"

"Junior sister, the Lingying on Yizhuang is frightened. I'll bring you here. You can take care of me for a few days."

After Aunt Cane asked rice, Jiu Shu brought Zhang Heng and the others together.

Hearing Jiu Shu's request.

Gu Gu patted her chest and assured: "Don't worry if you let me leave things, but I'm busy today, so I'm afraid I won't have time to accompany you."

"It's okay, business is important."

The ninth uncle responded first, and then introduced: "Junior sister, this is Zhang Heng, the disciple of Senior Brother Xu. You shouldn't have seen it before, right?"

"Zhang Heng, I have seen Uncle Shi."

Zhang Heng bowed his head and saluted.

"Senior Brother Xu's disciple?"

Gu Gu glanced at Zhang Heng and snorted coldly, "Okay, I see."

Attitude is slightly cold.

Zhang Heng stood aside and looked at it, and found that in the face of Ninth Uncle, Aunt Zhe was very happy, and the corners of her mouth were like wiping honey.

To him, Aunt Cane didn't catch a cold very much.

"Don't think about it. Back then, when I was studying in the mountains, Aunt Zhe and your master didn't deal with it. They had a small fight every three days, and a big fight every five days. You didn't have me."

"Although 30 to [-] years have passed, everything should be taken lightly, but there is so much truth to women as creatures."

Leave the Niangniang Temple and sit in the carriage.

Ninth Uncle saw Zhang Heng's doubts and explained a few words to him.

"With you and without me, it's no wonder."

Zhang Heng thought to himself that it was a fire at the city gate, which affected Chiyu.

"Master, why is Aunt Cane being so kind to you?"

Wen Cai turned around and asked while driving.

When the ninth uncle heard this, he said happily: "When I was studying in the mountains, I was known as the Jade Mian Daojun, which is not like Senior Brother Xu, long cough, don't mention it, don't mention it."

After speaking, he secretly glanced at Zhang Heng with the corner of his eyes.

What should Zhang Hengneng do? Just pretend he didn't hear it. Could it be that he has to go back and ask?

Speechless all the way.

In the middle of the road, I found a time-honored brand and ate the authentic Wuhua Sanhuang chicken.

The taste is not bad. It must be false to say that people swallow their tongues, but it is true that the trip is worthwhile. There is such a restaurant near my house, and it is worth driving for half an hour.

After eating the three yellow chicken, return to Yizhuang.

When I came back, it was very late.

Before electric light and television were invented, people usually went to bed early.

Ninth Uncle arranged a room for Zhang Heng, and after chatting with him for a while, he couldn't help but go back to his room sleepily.

"Lingying, Aunt Cane!"

In the room, Zhang Heng couldn't sleep: "Is this the beginning of the plot of "Mr. New Zombie"?"

the next day.

"Junior brother, you are meditating in your room, I thought you didn't get up."

At seven o'clock in the morning, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng pushed open the window with their heads and looked at Zhang Heng with a smile.

"I get up every day at dawn to practice qi. This habit has been around for more than half a year."

Zhang Heng didn't open his eyes, and asked indifferently, "Don't you two brothers need to practice Qi?"

"Let's go back and practice again, it's not that bad anyway."

As Qiusheng said, he winked and said again: "Junior brother, let's go, go out to play, master let us greet you well, how about I take you to steal bird eggs?"

"Stealing bird eggs?"

Zhang Heng opened his eyes and thought he had heard it wrong.

"Junior brother, bird eggs are delicious. Let's go to the tree to steal some and cook them for you."

As Wen Cai said, he climbed in along the window.

Zhang Heng was completely speechless to these two Hanhans.

He is the richest man in Yangjiang, how could he do such a shameless thing as stealing eggs.

"Two senior brothers, I understand your thoughts, but forget about stealing the eggs."

Zhang Heng didn't meditate anymore, because he couldn't keep up with the brain circuits of these two living treasures: "If there is another place, I'd still be happy to accompany him."

"Where else?"

Wen Cai touched his chin: "In the afternoon, there will be a group of little daughters-in-law washing clothes by the river. When washing, they will roll up their trouser legs. At first glance, they all have small feet and big white legs, but now is not the time, we have to go in the afternoon."

Zhang Heng listened to a chest tightness: "Is there any reliable one, I came all the way to Renjia Town, just to watch a group of little daughters-in-law wash clothes?"

Qiusheng thought of a good idea, and said first: "Yes, Shunxinju Teahouse has hired a new storyteller. It is said that he can talk about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Junior Brother, how about I invite you to listen to storytelling?"

Zhang Heng heard it.

A pot of tea, two plates of dim sum, and three paragraphs of storytelling.

There is nothing to do in the morning. It is not bad to listen to the storytelling. It is a pastime. It is much more reliable than stealing eggs or watching the thighs of the little daughter-in-law.

"Junior Brother, come here, this is it."

Under the leadership of Qiu Sheng and the two, 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, didn't you mean to listen to the storytelling?

"Junior Brother, did you see the window above? Climb up along the wall and listen to the window. You can hear it clearly."

Qiu Sheng pointed up.

Zhang Heng looked up, if he hadn't guessed, this was the side window of the lobby of Shunxinju.

Ask him to listen to the storytelling, here?
"Junior Brother, you don't know, the consumption here is very expensive. You have to buy tea when you go in. The cheapest Biluochun costs thirty big sons. You have to pay extra for peanuts and snacks."

Qiu Sheng had an expression we earned: "We can save at least half an ocean by listening here all morning."

Wen Cai also said again and again: "It's only a fool who goes inside to listen, isn't that giving money to people?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly as he watched the two of them sing and reconcile: "Uncle Shi asked you to take me out, but didn't he give you money?"

"Give it."

Qiu Sheng bowed his head embarrassedly: "Let's take it out and we'll lose it."

Wen Cai didn't even look at him, and muttered, "Master doesn't usually give us money, but he gave us a little more this morning. When I got excited, I turned around and found that the money was gone."

"Ugh!"

Zhang Heng thought of Qian Shui again, and sighed: "My apprentice, it's not easy to be a good one!"

Wen Cai was the son and apprentice of the ninth uncle. He had no father and no mother. He was thrown at the door of the Yizhuang, and the food and clothing were all paid by the ninth uncle.

Qiusheng is better, he is only half a child. Although he has no parents, he still has an aunt on top of him.

If 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 is better than Wencai.

But look at the two of them now.

You don't need to ask him to know that it must be a weasel with dry claws.

As long as the two of them can make up [-] big sons, they won't be so blushed and thick necked as they are now.

"Go in and listen to the play, it's mine today."

Zhang Heng shook his head and sighed, walking towards Shun Xin Ju.

The two of Qiu Sheng followed behind, only to hear each other complaining for a while: "It's all your fault, isn't it just two dollars of ocean? You have to take it out and scoff at it. The money is lost, isn't it beautiful?"

"You're too embarrassed to tell me, if you didn't have to eat bean curd, would you lose the money?"

"I want to eat bean curd? If you don't talk about your conscience, you obviously want to eat it."

"I want to eat, but did I say it, I didn't say it."

"I didn't say you wanted to eat it, but I'll tell the master when I look back and say that you lost your money."

"Tell me. Last time Master asked you to buy ten catties of lamp oil. You only bought nine catties, and there was one catty for rebates. I'll tell Master to go back."

"I did not eat."

"You ate."

"I did not eat"

Zhang Heng heard it.

These two pairs of living treasures, I don't know how Ninth Uncle has survived these years.

If it was him, he had to buy two pumpkins, the ones with vines, and hammer them to death in his hands.

(End of this chapter)