Fengcheng old events

Chapter 251 Martial Arts
We set off in the middle of the night and waited for the car to stop at the intersection of Guojiabao Market to unload the goods. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon the next day.It takes three or four hours to drive from Fengcheng by car.

It's not just a problem in winter, and mountain roads can't be run in summer.

When Liu Guixin went to pick up the goods, Zhang Xingjun was in charge of the stall, and now he is used to it, wearing a military padded jacket without a smock, and a summer military cap, sitting on the side of the car and smoking in the sun.

Now Zhang Qingzhi and Liu Guixin don't care about his smoking and treat him like an adult.

Now he has to be on guard against Zhang Xinglong secretly taking his cigarettes, which miraculously disappeared as soon as he got home. Zhang Xinglong had rummaged through his clothes, trousers and bed for a long time but couldn't find them.

Finally, it took a long time to find out that as soon as he got home, he hid the cigarettes and lighter on top of the wall clock in Zhang Qingzhi's house.

Because Liu Guixin didn't like the smell of cigarettes, Zhang Qingzhi and Zhang Xingjun didn't smoke much at home in winter, and even Zhang Wanzhi quit smoking.

After unloading the goods, the big trailer left, and these cocoons had to be emptied back home.There are vegetables and fruits on the cart, so I can only carry them home.

After carrying it home, you have to pick it out. There are deflated ones, rotten cocoons mixed in, and bad ones. They must be picked out, and then cleaned before they can be sold.This is not a small project. There are several big baskets. The big bamboo baskets are nearly one meter high and seventy to eighty centimeters thick.

Go to the city to get fruits and vegetables, go to Fengcheng to get cocoons, and sometimes bring back some pork for others. The pork there is cheaper than here in Nanfen.

Usually, the elder brother Zhang Xingjun helped his mother out of the stall, and even fiddled with his own small stall, so Zhang Xinglong and Zhang Xingbing just let go of it.

Gao Lijun's home is the main play base, Wang Junping, Dong Yugang, Liu Xiyin, and sometimes a few other classmates, but Gao Lijun is the only girl, and occasionally girls from her neighbors will come to join.

There is nothing fun these days, listening to music, or just wandering around the back hill.

Even the ice, snow and cold wind cannot stop the enthusiasm of these half-grown children.

A few people here were chatting, laughing, and somersaulting. Over there, Dong Yugang and Gao Lijun sat on the coat and whispered. Most of the time, Dong Ligang hugged Gao Lijun, with his head buried in the coat, and he didn’t know what to say. Sitting is a small half day.

Zhang Xinglong didn't understand what it meant, but he never went to bother him.

Ever since Zhang Xingbing found out that Zhang Xinglong might be in love, Liu Guixin always tried to insinuate things when eating, trying to inquire about the situation, but every time he was doomed to be disappointed, because her son was really not enlightened. .don't know anything.

"Where did you go today? You haven't been home all day."

"I didn't go anywhere, I went to the Hetao, and played at Mr. Gaoli's house, where else can I go."

"Why do you always run to other people's houses? Does that girl look good?"

"It's okay, the singing is very nice, what's the matter?"

"What do you always go to other people's houses for?"

"Just for fun, going up the mountain or something, it's not me. Wang Junping, Dong Yugang and the others also went, as well as Liu Xiyin and the others."

"A lot of people went there? Mom, a group of boys ran away to a little girl's house for a day, wouldn't her parents bother her?"

"No, usually her parents are at work, and most of them are not at home. It's just her sister, her younger brother, and the children next to her house. It's so sweet."

"What are you playing?"

"Listen to the tape recorder, play poker, and sometimes go up the mountain. Mom, let me tell you, Dong Yugang and Mr. Gao Li are in a relationship. They hug each other and talk all day long. I don't know what the meaning is.

I also watched the two of them kiss, just biting each other mouth to mouth, oh, it's so embarrassing, and they don't mind it. "Zhang Xinglong kept his nose shut and learned some moves, then shook his head in distaste. Thinking about it is frustrating.

Liu Guixin and Zhang Qingzhi laughed when they heard this. There is no way to explain this matter, and there is no need to explain it.

There is no need to ask anymore, is this silly son still in love?The object of being a fart doesn't understand anything at all.

Other people's children are already enlightened at the age of fifteen or sixteen, what don't they understand?In my own house, the two are more elm than the other.Fortunately, you are still young, so you don't have to worry about it.

"Dad, can you help me weld the dumbbells from the factory? My classmates have them."

"What do you want that thing for? What's the use?"

"Why is it useless? Practice strength."

"Hehe, I'm looking for your father, then you have to wait." Liu Guixin rolled his eyes at Zhang Qing: "I said to build a shoe rack for the house since I went upstairs, but I haven't seen it yet. Let others do it. It's fast."

Zhang Qingzhi knew he was wrong, so he laughed a few times and didn't answer.

"Didn't you hear?" Liu Guixin gave Zhang Qing a slap in the face.

"Get it, get it, get it back tomorrow, okay?"

"I'll see if you can get it back tomorrow. If you can't get it back, you can just watch."

As a result, I didn't get anything back the next day and forgot about it.Liu Guixin quarreled Zhang Qingzhi with half truth and half lie.

A few days later, Zhang Qingzhi came back with a shoe rack, but it was obviously not made for his own home, and the size didn't match. Liu Guixin became angry, and Zhang Qingzhi laughed and coaxed him for a long time, and then he just used it up.

……

The fourth son of the Sun family came over with the single-card recorder, sat on Zhang Xinglong's bed, sang, and talked to Zhang Xingjun.

Zhang Xinglong didn't understand what they were talking about and couldn't get involved. They were Nanfen, who was the most famous, who had the most face, and Guobao, who was the best at fighting these things. Who is practicing the whistle stick.

At this time, those capable people and strange things have begun to appear, and various qigong masters and martial arts masters have appeared one after another, and books on hard qigong are even on the street stalls.

Coupled with the prevalence of martial arts novels, martial arts are popular in society, and everyone dreams of becoming a generation of heroes to command the world.

It turned out that the villain bookstalls on the street had disappeared, and a new rent-a-bookstore for martial arts novels quietly appeared. From students to social gangsters, boys and men, big and small, were addicted to it anyway.

Even video halls are now following the trend, starting to show martial arts movies from Hong Kong and Taiwan, or hot blood movies, such as Drunken Master, which can't be tolerated, and serials like Garrison's Expendables are also very popular.

Zhang Xingjun took Zhang Xinglong to the video hall in the north of Zhaojiabao Road to watch the shootout film.Twenty cents an episode.

Go straight out of the main gate of the school, and pass through the Japanese building, which is the staff activity center of the open-pit mine. There are two electronic game machines on the second floor inside, one for playing table tennis and the other for playing airplanes, each of which costs [-] cents.

This is the first generation of large-scale electronic entertainment machines, with black and white screens, simple images, like stick figures, bullets are straight line segments, without any special effects, and the soundtrack is simple ding ding dong dong electronic sounds.

Opposite the activity center, outside the big boiler wall, there is a red brick house built by myself. This is the rental bookstore in Zhaojiabao.

(End of this chapter)