Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 175
But today is a bit special, it seems a bit inappropriate to open these topics, and it was the first "armed fight" in two lifetimes, and the situation was quite dangerous at that time, Zhou Zhi was also afraid now, so he was silent for a while.

"Elbow, thank you."

"Ah? Thank you, Uncle?"

"Just now, you let Shu Yi run first, where should you carry it?"

"Ah, I didn't mean it either, I didn't think about anything at the time."

"Not thinking about anything, in fact, is more valuable than making a decision after thinking about it." Jiang Qiao nodded: "When your Auntie Du was harassed by Qingpi from Rongshan Town, I also rushed forward without thinking."

Ah...does it have to be so strongly implied?You parents are like this, how can you tell us to carry it?

Zhou Zhi couldn't help but stop, wondering if this was a formal authorization to be a parent.

Seeing Zhou Zhi's stupid look on his face when he stopped, Jiang Qiao finally understood, and coughed quickly, "You are...you are still young. Didn't uncle mean that... let's go and go home!"

However, although it was a bit embarrassing, it managed to pull Zhou Zhi out of the state of being afraid and dazed, and re-opened the topic function: "Uncle Jiang, my mother told me about the battle at Rongshan, but she didn't talk about the details. It’s all after the Hejiang educated youth participated, and the previous ones know the general idea, why don’t you tell me about it?”

"Chen Guzi, what are you talking about, don't make trouble!"

"Oh, why don't we change it? How did Aunt Du drink so much? I heard from my mother that Shu Yi's grandfather was very aggressive back then. It was impossible for Auntie to drink."

"I said, why do you always like to inquire about these things? And your mother, too, why tell you these things?"

"Materials, I might use them someday." Zhou Zhi said, "It's the same as my grandma's story, right Uncle Jiang?"

"Your godfather didn't find enough materials for you?" Jiang Qiao was a little dissatisfied: "I heard from Shuyi that you are very busy now, writing essays and novels, and studying history and writing... huh? What local literature and history do you need to sort out! Why can't you spend more time on serious studies? Shu Yi is so worried when she says it..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Qiao felt bad again. Why did today's topic always come back to his daughter's attitude towards Zhou Zhi?

That's bad, well, it's not right...

Fortunately, Zhou Zhi didn't seem to notice it this time, instead he muttered, "Anyway, I don't take the Qingbei exam, so I'm planning to go to Shu University. If my grades are too good, it's a waste..."

Jiang Qiao felt that he couldn't continue talking today, but fortunately, the two of them had already walked up the stone steps and came to the cement road next to the illuminated stadium.

The street lights here are bright, and Jiachuan has always had a tradition of eating late at night, which is called "ghost food" locally, so even in winter nights, it is still very lively.

The most lively place is at the intersection at the end of this section of the road. In winter, the former roast meat stall has now become a casserole rice noodle stall, and there are still a few big umbrellas behind the stall, which is still Jiachuan high-end video games. arena.

"Thank you Uncle Jiang, let's go here, my Brother Dayong is right below." Zhou Zhi said.

"Okay, you go, don't play outside, go home early, there is still class tomorrow."

"Well, Uncle Jiang, you should also go to bed earlier."

"Uncle Jiang is not as lucky as your parents!" Jiang Qiao couldn't help complaining: "Shu Yi is not as comfortable as you in learning, alas..."

Zhou Zhi has nothing to do with Jiang Shuyi in this matter. This girl is actually quite stubborn, and she believes that it is difficult for anyone to change the direction of her future efforts.

"Goodbye, Uncle Jiang!" Zhou Zhi had no choice but to ignore this, said hello and ran towards the intersection.

"I don't even carry a schoolbag..." Jiang Qiao muttered as he looked at Zhou Zhi's back. He didn't even know that his daughter's schoolbag was actually carried by Zhou Zhi to the door every day.

When he came to the crossroads, Zhou Zhi felt really relieved, and bypassed the casserole noodle stall, Zhao San, Sun Damao, and He Dayong were all here.

Besides them, there is also a group of little Qingpi who play video games.

After feeling relieved, Zhou Zhi suddenly felt hungry. After ordering a casserole rice noodle with braised pork ribs, he walked around the stall and greeted He Dayong and the others: "Brother Dayong! Brother Three, Brother Big Mao! What kind of food do you eat? "

"Leave us alone!" Zhao San pinched his waist: "The stall that has been guarded for half a year, this fat is running towards me."

Sun Damao said with a smile: "My elbow is tired from studying, so I won't eat rice noodles. Why don't Brother Da Mao accompany you to drink two bottles of beer to relieve fatigue?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me!" Brother Dayong immediately refused, and pointed at Zhao San and Sun Damao with his hand: "You! You! My aunt Yao specially said hello, so don't let your elbows get involved with you!"

"My mother has a sharp mouth. In fact, she never took care of me when I came here, right?" Zhou Zhi hurriedly smoothed things over.

Sun Damao smiled and nodded: "That's right, the last time my dad was hospitalized, it was a good ward that my aunt arranged for my relationship. I haven't thanked my aunt yet."

"Thank you for a small matter." Zhou Zhi said, "But tonight, I encountered a big event."

"What's the big deal?" Brother Dayong asked.

Zhou Zhi took out the stick and pressed it open: "This thing is open."

Brother Dayong immediately stood up again: "Did someone get your elbow?"

"Nearly." Zhou Zhi put the swinging stick away again: "If I didn't have this one given to me by cousin An Ran, I'm afraid it would be really troublesome. Xia Zili, Zhang Erma, Yang Fengzi, who knows them?"

Brother Dayong shook his head at Zhao Sanyi, Zhao San nodded, got up and walked towards the group of little Qingpis who were playing games.

The owner of the rice noodle stall brought casserole rice noodles to the first small table under the big umbrella. Brother Dayong and Sun Damao both dragged a stool and sat down: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Zhou Zhi started to eat rice noodles with a spoon in his left hand and chopsticks in his right. While eating, he narrated what happened tonight.

At the beginning of the talk, Zhao San also came over, and also dragged a stool to sit down: "I found out, from Zaolingqiao, that kid graduated from junior high school and went to Guangdong, and he just came back a year ago. Zhang Erma and Yang Fengzi are The temporary worker in the cannery used to be in the same class as Xia Zili, but now he hangs out with him."

"The surname Xia who lives in Zaoling Bridge..." Brother Dayong frowned and muttered silently, then raised his head and shouted: "Sier! Zhang Sier!"

"What's the matter, Brother Dayong?" A young man in front of the TV who was struggling to fight agreed, but his eyes were still fixed on the screen.

"Xia Yiren, is it better for you, old lady?"

"Why is this cheap old lady so ugly? Our Yiren is only four months older than me! Ah, it's less than two days away!"

"Then it's still cutting the familiar card! No change of name! I remember she had a younger brother who was working outside, right?"

"Yes, my brother-in-law came back a few years ago."

"What is it called?"

"Xia Zili."

Brother Dayong raised his foot and came to Zhao San: "I want you to inquire about something, you can only inquire about half of it right in front of you!"

Zhao Sanhao feels wronged: "I don't live in Zaoling Bridge!"

(End of this chapter)