Chapter 933 Invisible Anchor Live Room 7
The elders and teaching masters felt like they were about to collapse as they watched the little patriarch grow more and more round like a ball.
It’s okay, it’s okay, you will get taller and thinner as you grow up.
Look at Zhang Ruisong again. Forget it. You can’t afford to offend this guy. He is his only child. His father is protective of him. He is not smart enough, but his fighting ability is still good.
That’s it. Well, it’s round.
In fact, not only the small Zhangs have become round, but the big Zhangs have also become round.
But the big names will practice more for themselves.
So not much has changed.
Especially compared with Xiao Zhang and others.
Which kid doesn’t like to eat? This little brat can make his father go bankrupt, not to mention the appetite of people in Northeast China.
What's more, the food in the tribe is now delicious, and more people are buying and sending it in.
Even if the Zhang family has breeding and planting, they cannot afford so many people eating freely.
But it doesn’t matter. When the Northeast is all theirs, they will let the people farm well.
All kinds of ruffians and bandits go mining.
Waste utilization.
As the little official continued to round off, Bai Ma's coffin arrived.
The coffin made of thousand-year-old ice is very heavy and very cold.
So now every day, Xiaoguan just watches the elders of the clan chisel open the ice coffin for him so that he can continue to use it in the ice cellar.
The uncle is very sure.
The humble official looks and eats.
Brother Song: "Wow, your mom is so pretty, just like my mom."
The young official was proud: "Ama looks like me."
Brother Song agreed: "You look like your mother, unlike me who looks like my father."
Zhang Jingyuan: You look like I have wronged you, right? It seems like the slaps you received were not enough.
Brother Song: What should I do? My butt hurts.
"My little officer, does your butt hurt?"
The official shook his head, took the candied haws from Erliu and gave one to Brother Song.
"Eat this."
Brother Song took a bite and found it delicious.
"Xiaoguan, I want to eat fried chicken legs, and they have to be sweet."
"Okay, Guigui, I want to eat fried chicken legs."
26: Give it, give it, give it all. Children love to eat chicken legs.
Crunchy, crunchy, very fragrant.
Big names: . . . .
They are chiseling ice, pay attention.
You guys are clicking behind me, are you serious?
You know, fried things are very delicious, and sometimes they also want to have such a ghost.
When Xiaoguan and the others returned, the big Zhangs also went to the Zhang family cafeteria to eat.
The ice blocks that were chiseled were sent to a storage room underground.
This is thousand-year-old ice. It can still be used even after you die.
A few days later, the official finally saw Bai Ma's appearance, and it was clear that his mother seemed to be there back then.
It seems that if the sun shines on it, it can come back to life.
"Grandma."
Xiaoguan's chubby hand held Baima's hand, which was a little cold.
"Gui Gui, you are not my mother."
Yes, I am not her.
The young official who got the answer was very well behaved and did not make a fuss.
He knew what death was: he would not be able to move and would be buried in the Zhang family's ancient building.
He had seen many corpses and many tribesmen there.
His father Zhang Fulin was also there. The great elder said that his father was also admitted thanks to him.
Originally I was not qualified.
Zhang Fulin: . . . .
Are you polite?
But this time, Bai Ma could be buried together with Zhang Fulin.
The official tentatively shook Bai Ma's hand.
"Mom, let me tell you, I have Gui Gui, Song Ge, and you. I'm fine, don't worry."
"Mom, if you were reincarnated, when I grow up and get married, I will be your father."
"Don't pick the wrong person."
"This time, my mother protected me. Next time, I will protect her."
"The little official is very powerful, very powerful. They can't beat the little official."
"Gui Gui said that even if I don't understand, I can still use my strength to deal with it. If I can't solve the problem, I can just deal with the person who caused the trouble. Don't worry."
The little cub kept chattering away, his little round face looking very excited.
But when I see my mother who can’t move, I still cry.
He promised Brother Song not to cry.
Brother Song said he didn't cry when his mother left.
His father cried, but he was stronger than his father.
No, actually, Zhang Ruisong cried too.
After his mother left, his father loved him even more.
But he still misses his mother.
Just like how I miss Bai Ma.
He cried and said he was hungry and wanted to drink milk and eat chicken legs with rice.
In the middle of the night, he lay down next to Bai Ma and curled up into a small ball to sleep.
Erliu took a photo of Bai Ma and used magic to make it move.
When Bai Ma opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright and clear as Xiaoguan's.
You can tell at first glance that they are mother and son.
Hang it around his neck when the time comes.
As for Zhang Fulin, boys don’t need photos.
Zhang Fulin: . . .
Sometimes he even wanted to become a girl.
It doesn’t matter, there’s still Bai Ma.
It was the first time that he was buried together with Bai Ma.
The day Bai Ma left, he seemed to be smiling, just like the sunshine shining on the snow-capped mountains of Medog.
Xiaoguan was carried by Guigui into the Zhang family's ancient building. On his neck was Bai Ma, who was moving, smiling, opening her eyes and looking at Xiaoguan tenderly.
This is a beautiful girl.
We don’t know the future of many things in the world, but they will all move forward.
Just like time keeps moving forward.
When Zhang Fulin's coffin was opened, the person inside was still so young. The Zhang family members would never eat young grass even after aging for many years.
Of course, except for the old eyes.
The coffin was very big, just enough for two people to lie in.
After closing the coffin, I hugged Guigui and cried softly.
He didn’t wipe away his tears until he saw Brother Song. He couldn’t embarrass himself in front of his friends.
Zhang Ruisong knew at a glance that the young official had cried.
In order to make the little official laugh, he deliberately waved at Erliu's body.
Watching Brother Song's hands moving around in Guigui's body, only he could touch Guigui.
The small official is very proud.
This is his Gui Gui, and he also has his mother.
He doesn't cry.
"Brother Song, let's go play."
Today is also the day when Little Qilin has a day off. Of course, the big Zhangs had never thought about this and were won over by Erliu’s virtue.
Small officials have more holidays.
After all, it is a bit unethical to let a sad child go directly to class.
Then beating up Da Zhang would be moral.
Great Elder: . . . .
Why are you hitting me? Go hit someone else.
Other elders: Because we didn’t say anything. You talk too much, so you deserve to be beaten.
You don't have a long memory, but they do.
I don’t know what’s wrong with the Big Zhangs. Recently, they have been surrounding Zhang Yaozu, and the Little Zhangs are surrounding the young clan leader. This was not like this before.
Xiao Zhang: The clan leader has lots of toys and delicious food, and we can’t beat him.
Da Zhang: These are our friends. In the past, the morale in the tribe was bad, so they didn’t dare to come.
It’s no problem now. Sometimes I can even watch the great elder getting beaten, which is a rare sight in a century.
In other words, the Great Elder is cunning and thick-skinned.
Besides being humiliating, he felt great about this kind of beating.
I think this ghost didn't go too easy.
Twenty-six: . . . .
What should I do? It seems like I enjoyed beating the opponent.
It's a bit disgusting.
Let someone else fight next time.