Fengcheng old events

Chapter 161 Toy Gun, Playing Box

"The boss is slippery and easy to move, the second is stupid and really obedient."

Zhang Qingzhi took Zhang Wanzhi's wooden cigarette case and rolled the cigarettes with cigarette paper: "Stupid, I feel like my second child was operated on, and his brain is not working properly."

"I have a good memory, but my temper is a bit weak and timid."

"Still stupid, always wrestling."

"If you love wrestling, it's good to be happy." No one thinks about balance.They don't understand either.

"Second brother." Zhang Xingjun moved closer to Zhang Xinglong: "Look, it's tied with a rope. If you untie him, you can shoot him far away with one shot."

Zhang Xinglong looked at the small gun in his hand and shook his head: "No, I have to throw it away. If you lose it, it's gone."

"You can't throw it away. Don't you know how to look at it? Just pick it up after hitting it. Are you still hitting it with your eyes closed?"

"I do not."

"If I had a real gun, I'd kill you for disobeying orders." The boss took a small gun and compared it to the head of the second child: "piu~."

"If yours is a real gun, then mine is too."

"Don't make gestures in the face." Zhang Qingzhi scolded: "I don't want to beat you, are you listening?"

Zhang Xingjun groaned and moved back, holding the small gun and rolling his eyes around without knowing what he was thinking, the second child lowered his head and studied the bolt of the gun.

"Second, do you dare to hit your hand, that's all."

The boss put on the plastic cap, pointed the muzzle of the gun to the palm of his left hand and measured it.

Zhang Xinglong looked at it, looked down at his little hand, and shook his head: "No, it hurts."

"It doesn't hurt, I've tried it all, but it's fun."

"Not fun."

"Then I won't be with you."

"It's not nice to me, and it's not fun."

Zhang Xingjun felt that it was boring if the second child was not fooled, he clicked his mouth twice, turned his head to look, and ran to Beikang with a small gun.

After a while, the old cat who was dozing on the North Kang let out a good cry and jumped up and ran away, which startled the second child. When he looked up, he saw his father kicking off his shoes and getting on the bed. cut.

The second child was a little scared, and leaned against the window sill holding the small gun.

Zhang Qingzhi held Zhang Xingjun by the collar of his clothes and pressed him on his lap, and swiped Zhang Xingjun's small gun at his buttocks.

"Ah~, I dare not, Dad, it hurts, Dad, I dare not."

pop, pop, pop

Zhang Jingyi, who was busy in the outer room, heard a voice running in: "What's the matter? What are you doing hitting him? Stop, stop hitting him. It's broken."

Panting heavily, Zhang Qingzhi stopped, thought for a while, and said, "It's free, just shoot the cat with a gun. You can't do it if you don't cut it, so why not?"

Zhang Xingjun wiped his tears and cried: "I don't dare anymore. Huh~"

Zhang Qingzhi looked at the toy gun he was holding in his hand. It had been pulled apart, and the barrel and handle were all broken. He threw it on the ground and sat down to put on his shoes: "Mom, you can cut it when you are shopping, don't spoil him. No Cut it off if you listen."

Zhang Jingyi went to see Zhang Xingjun: "Be obedient, why are you disobedient? How can there be such a beating? What if you break it?"

"If you beat them to death, what do you keep for disobedient children? Where can you keep them for food?"

Zhang Xingjun covered his eyes and cried, while Zhang Wanzhi laughed.

"Laugh, laugh, don't stop me." Zhang Jingyi scolded Zhang Wanzhi, and went out to cook again.

"Is Jin Bao'er okay? Is it okay to be alone at home? You still have a child." Zhang Wanli walked in: "Hey, Da Jun is pissing again, what's wrong?"

"Okay, okay, everything is fine now, as long as you don't do heavy work." Zhang Qingzhi stepped aside and asked Zhang Wanli to sit down.

"The child is always beaten when he is unhappy, and the more he is beaten, the more he will get rougher. To put it bluntly, he is sensible." Zhang Wanli touched Zhang Xingjun's head.

"Are you feeling well now?" Zhang Qingzhi handed the rolled cigarette to Zhang Wanli.

Zhang Wanli took it and glued it on and tore off the head by himself: "It's okay, I'm old anyway, you and Jinbao have three children, how can I not be old? Now I can breathe when I move it. I won't be alive for a few days .”

"Don't say that, and expect to wait until our end is almost ready to pick you up to enjoy the blessing."

"Don't worry about it, I know that you are good children, you can eat and drink, and your life is almost the same. You live your life better than anything else. Jin Bao must take good care of him. I have been dreaming for several days .”

"It's okay, it's recovery now, you don't have to worry about it."

Zhang Wanzhi sighed: "Can you not worry? You can't help if you are anxious, just don't pick on your parents for being impatient."

Zhang Qingzhi said: "You really don't need to worry about it. There is a factory, and the medical expenses are all covered by the factory. We can't afford it privately." Turning around, he opened the travel bag: "The things Gui Xin brought for you."

A big blue radio made of bricks, a few batteries, rice flour, farm shoes, soapy towels, low-top boots.They are all placed on the kang.

"A play box, this is a good thing." Zhang Wanli put the cigarette in his mouth and picked up the radio to watch.

"The battery of the hand stick is used up and this one can still be used. Put two batteries in at a time." Zhang Qingzhi demonstrated how to change the batteries, and put two new batteries in.

The signal in the mountains is not very good, there is a bit of hissing noise, I turned the antenna to find the direction, and finally I can hear clearly:
... a pig one night,
Sometimes three can be slaughtered in two days.

I'm so used to the little slave's house, I love pork the most,

I like to eat roasted pig's trotters, sliced ​​elbow flowers, fatty intestines, and kidney flowers.

There are also pig blood, pork belly, and liver flowers, tender eyes, slightly trembling pig brain flowers,
Pull the silkworms three times a day.

We two are married,
What do you give me to my little servant?

When Zhu Bajie heard this, he was frightened,
It's not that husband and wife are enemies.

She seems to be a beautiful woman,

It turned out to be a dominatrix, and before she got married, she wanted to kill the old pig and pull the silkworm.

I don't like my words in my mouth,
I said sister-in-law, I will buy you whatever you want to eat, and keep you eating, drinking and spending money.

"Zhu Bajie arches the ground. This is a good song." Zhang Wanli nodded with a smile.

Zhang Xingjun stopped crying, and ran over to the side before he wiped away his tears.

"My grandpa can sing too." The second child interjected while crouching under the window sill with his small gun in his hand.

Zhang Wanzhi just laughed: "No way, it can't be compared with others, it still sounds good."

"Grandpa, is there anyone here?"

Zhang Xingjun leaned over the radio thinking.

"No, there is a villain, or where would it come from?" Zhang Wanzhi smiled and fooled.

"No. Do you believe it?" Zhang Xingjun turned his head and asked Zhang Xinglong, "What's wrong with your gun? Is it broken?" He crawled over and stretched out his hand to grab the small gun from the second child's arms: "I'll give you a try."

"It's not broken, it can be hit."

"You have to try it to know. You can guarantee it without trying it?" The boss grabbed the gun and went to the edge of the kang, put on his shoes and ran outside.

His gun was broken and thrown on the ground.

Zhang Wanli just laughed, and said to Zhang Qingzhi: "The second child is easy to coax, and he will let the army bear. It's good not to fight or grab."

Zhang Qingzhi glanced at the innocent second child: "Stupid."

(End of this chapter)