Chapter 813 Zhang Qilin, Dad is Here 4

Chapter 813 Zhang Qilin, Dad is Here 4

After raising Xiaoguan and Xiaoqi for half a year, they were finally pickled to perfection.

Although it is not a big leavened steamed bun, it is still a small one, white, tender and soft. It makes Hei Xiazi look younger, with the vigor of a young man.

Of course, it is also possible that the savages in the mountains did too much and that is why it became like this.

The animals in several nearby mountains were all harmed by them.

The big ones who could run faster had all moved away, and the small one had no choice but to be touched and ravaged by the two of them.

There is no love in life.

People become stupid when they are pampered.

When the blind man was watching fireflies with the mute, he was bitten by a spider. Then his Mr. Zhang took out a needle from a small bag, pricked his finger and applied the medicine on the blind man's wound.

Then stuff it into the blind man's mouth.

"Take a breath."

There is a mute finger in the blind man's mouth. He has a lot to say. Can't you let him take a sip first and then apply it? I always feel that the blind man is poisoned.

After sucking it, he spit it out, "Have you washed your hands?"

Zhang Qilin: "I am very clean."

He also knows how to farm, and he has reclaimed land in the mountains.

Hei Xia Zi once said that the Zhang family is very suitable for farming. They are not afraid of insects, but the insects are afraid of them.

These plots are dumb toys.

As for why we planted it in the mountains, the little black dog at home, which was quite black, liked to dig around in the yard, so we couldn't plant it.

Xiao Hei is too lively.

The third elder also followed the example of other members of the Zhang family and made many wooden toys for the young official, including a big wooden horse, a big sword, and even installed a big swing in the yard.

Because he didn't want Zhang Yaozu to do it. Zhang Yaozu did it for them in every world, and he felt sorry for his hands.

Cooking is hard enough.

In fact, it is enough to feed the two little guys with compressed biscuits. Hei Xia Zi can cook and Xiao Guan can roast chicken. They can live quite well.

Don't worry about starving to death.

If he gives more money, Hei Xia Zi will buy things, even small officials will buy things.

The villagers at the foot of the mountain are still very willing to take care of these two young masters. They are fair-skinned, handsome, silly, white and tender, and look easy to deceive.

Mainly, it’s about being generous with money.

The person is silly and has such a pretty face.

The children in their village are smarter than them.

Hei Xia Zi: That’s the mute, not him.

Candy was exchanged for wild fruit, and both parties felt they had made a profit.

When he had no worries about money, Hei Xia Zi felt that this was the life he wanted.

He held the little black dog in his arms, but unfortunately the dog didn't think he was soft enough, so he went to the village to find other dogs to play with.

It is the roundest dog in the village.

Black Bear: ...

And the one riding the wooden horse is the mute Mr. Zhang, not him.

He doesn't like that stuff.

A box of gold is enough for a blind man to actually look at, he is not picky.

Third Elder: He has a lot of vulgar things, as long as you don’t disturb them.

Old people also need to fall in love, and they have a very long lasting relationship.

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

He is not old at all.

The rain in late spring comes suddenly.

Zhang Qilin was squatting in the vegetable garden supporting the tomato seedlings. The little black dog was calling him to go home under the eaves. Raindrops formed a bead curtain along the edge of his hat.

Hei Xiazi came in from the rain, his green raincoat full of wild loquats, his hair still hanging with water drops: "The water in the stream behind the mountain has risen, we can go fishing tomorrow."

There were some minor scars on his hands. Zhang Qilin frowned and was wrapping his fingers that were cut by bamboo strips with gauze. His movements were gentler than when he treated his own wounds.

Hei Xia Zi raised his eyebrows at the mute who had recovered his memory. He felt comfortable being served by Uncle Zhang.

The third elder and Zhang Yaozu just looked at the two of them.

Fortunately, I didn't miss it this time.

But two small dumplings will always become a big dumpling.

When it was time to eat, the two people being fed were helpless.

Really, it couldn't be rounder.

At this time, the third elder is generally invisible.

He was full, so Xiaoguan and Xiaoqi wanted to eat more.

The rain became heavier after nightfall.

Hei Xiazi was operating a sewing machine to hem the new curtains, while Zhang Qilin was reading The Communist Manifesto under the yellow light, with quotations and poems beside it.

This is what his father gave him to grow up. He looked at the photo album beside him, which were their newly taken photos.

Before the morning mist dissipated, Zhang Qilin got up according to his usual schedule. He went to the back mountain to catch fish. The blind man wanted to eat some, so soon he squatted by the stream next to the yard and scraped the fish scales.

Black Bear came over with a toothbrush in his mouth, his mouth full of mint and words wafting out: "You stole my bed last night."

Before he could finish his words, a live fish hit him in the face.

He wiped the water and was about to make a fuss, but there was still toothpaste in his mouth. He had to go back and wash it before trying again. He almost swallowed the toothpaste. The black bear looked at the dying fish fiercely.

I let you hit a blind man, and I will eat you today.

When he came back, Zhang Qilin quickly stuffed his mouth with freshly picked wild strawberries.

Black Bear: ...

Hmm, minty strawberry.

Hei Xia Zi went to wash clothes, and Dumb cooked today. His cooking skills have improved under Zhang Yaozu's guidance.

There is fish soup in the morning.

The fish soup noodles are very fresh and sweet.

Hei Xia Zi went to wash clothes, and soon the blue cloth shirt hanging on the bamboo pole was dripping with water, so he wrung it a few times.

Hei Xia Zi suddenly used his wet sleeves to freeze Zhang Qilin's lower back, but was pressed against the warm kitchen table.

As the tit fluttered over the eaves, he tasted the astringent aroma of wild tea lingering on its lips.

The black bear was even happier.

He always said that Mr. Zhang's heartbeat was so noisy that it was killing him.

The bed in the bedroom is a carved wooden canopy bed. Hei Xiazi always complains that the bed hurts his waist, but he always sleeps on the inside and never mentions the soft cotton mattress.

Zhang Qilin likes to sleep lying flat on his back, like a jade stele, with his hands folded on his abdomen and his breathing so light that it can blend into the mountain mist.

But whenever the mountain breeze knocked on the window in the second half of the night, his right hand would unconsciously rest on Hei Xiazi's waist and hold him in his arms.

The weather in the mountains changes quickly.

In the morning, we had hot fish soup noodles, one bowl per person.

Zhang Yaozu's fish fillets are all boneless, and so are the Third Elder's.

There were no fish bones in the black dog's bowl, but Zhang Qilin was not stupid. If there were any fish bones, he would fry them dry and mash them before feeding the little black dog.

It wagged its tail and ate the food with relish.

A bite of fish in soup, each bite is crunchy.

Zhang Yaozu squeezed the young official's hand and nodded with satisfaction. His fingers became rounder and the scars from the injury were removed by applying medicine.

If someone didn’t know, they would think it was the hand of a rich young master.

Soft as cotton, great wealth and honor.

"Are you ready to meet your mother this year?"

"Well, I'm ready."

Hei Xia Zi and the third elder took turns driving, while the mute and Zhang Yaozu just sat in the back and ate and slept.

Four of them, all looked the same weak.

There was a little black dog in Zhang Qilin's arms. Now it has grown up and is called Big Black Dog.

It is now listless. Among the four people in the car, it is the saddest dog.

Feeling like vomiting and nausea.

It is only energetic when it is resting.

So now it starts sleeping as soon as it gets in the car.

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

Thank you for your hard work, Dahei.

Black Bear: ...

I am not bitter.

Zhang Yaozu: Are you tired, Third Elder?

Third Elder: Not tired.

Black Bear: ...