Chapter 27： To attack people from the heart

The clouds are rolling, the wind is blowing, and you can see the horizon. Lightning thunder and rain, such as covering the mountains.

Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Wei stood on the small bench and looked out at the window. The rain poured down and dripped on the ground. A blisters followed by a blisters disappeared. It looked foggy and countless small streams. Gather together and go up and down.

"I thought that I would send some carrots to the people on Zhuangzi today. It seems that I can wait until the weather is fine." Wang Hao bit a carrot stick in his mouth, and the voice said vaguely.

"Well, I used to hear people talk about it. Carrots need to be cooked with oil to better absorb nutrients. How can there be so much oil in the house, can the carrot seeds themselves be oiled?" Zhang Xiaobao said about Zhuanghu. No wrinkles, a look of sadness.

"Can, it is very expensive, I have bought it before, will you?" Wang Hao rubbed his mouth with his handkerchief and said that drooling is a natural phenomenon.

"No, but I will make soy oil. It's very simple. I just get a bucket of things, put the beans in, and then keep adding wedges. I rely on physical pressure to get the oil out. The rest is the bean cake, some lack of virtue. The people use this bean cake to make tofu, which is not good at all."

"Hey, you will still have a lot?" Wang Hao has never seen this method of extracting soybean oil, a little unbelief.

Zhang Xiaobao does not argue, just leisurely said: "What is this? There are some old people, things that can be said to scare you, some simple herbal prescriptions, acupuncture, cupping, scraping, masons, breeding animals to see animals Live, grow a variety of food, woodworking, charcoal, burn bricks, and baskets.

When some people regard this as knowledge to show off, those simple people have been passed down from generation to generation, have been soaked into life, become a way to live, instinct.

Grandpa of my dean, in addition to what I said, will draw, write brush, engrave, measure feng shui, the urns, bowls, bowls, grinding scissors and other dishes in the yard are all from him. do. ”

Zhang Xiaobao said, it seems to be caught in the memory again, the expression on his face kept changing, and at the end of the long spit out, laughing at Wang Hao, that means let her not worry.

"Can't you? I am not saying that no one will have these things. I mean, can you afford to buy an orphanage without a bowl? If you want to swear, who will smash the bowl, I used to listen to my parents and said that when they were young, they played A dish bowl was to be beaten. Later, no one cares at all." Wang Hao was a little surprised.

"Don't say this, when the light appears, there is always darkness on the other side. The good environment is nothing more than a shadowless light. It is to make the darkness more concealed. It is not easy to find it. The top of the shadowless light is also dark. This time, Song The money of the liar has gotten a lot, and tomorrow people will receive soybeans. I want to squeeze oil."

Zhang Xiaobao erased a drop of rain that had blown to his face and returned to the child's expression, saying easily.

The voices of the two people are relatively small. Xiaohong, who is sitting at the door of the door, only knows what the little ancestors said there. It is not clear.

Now she is not worried about the dangers of Xiaogongzi and Xiaonianzi. What she has to do is to lay her hands next to her. Today, when it is raining outside, she can sit here and learn to read the words. This is what the younger son asks, in the yard. Everyone must read and write, and it will be a simple account.

In addition to these, there is also a little girl who said that the children in the two Zhuangzis will also be invited to teach. All the fees are paid by Zhang and Wang. The only requirement is that regardless of whether they are successful or not, It is a shame to shame the honor of Zhuangzi.

Xiaohong always wondered how the two little ancestors thought about it. There were always some antelope hanging horns and feelings of emptiness. Well, this is what the account of Zhuangzi said. The people who are learned are different. .

When the three people were divided into two to do their own things, there was a voice in the rain outside.

"Song Gongzi, it’s raining today, you are so big, the little son can’t come out to play, is in the house, you wait a moment, let me know."

"So there is labor and management." Song Jinggong's voice then sounded, listening to a feeling of lack of strength.

Zhang piped into the outside door, and when he went inside, he saw Xiaohong sitting there thinking about things. According to his usual habits, he had to reprimand him. He just wanted to open his mouth and looked up and stood next to the window. The two little ancestors swallowed the words again.

He knows that Xiaogongzi is not such a fool of people. If Xiaohong is so acquiescence that he has not passed the Xiaogongzi, Xiaohong is absolutely afraid. He really wants to open the training of the little son, and the consequences... I am afraid of thinking about it. Song Jinggong is so smart, look at what is being bullied by Xiaogongzi?

"Zhang Guanjia, do you have anything? Xiaogongzi and Xiaonianzi are generally not disturbing." Xiaohong also saw Zhang Guanzheng, a little afraid, the book on the handle back to the back, said.

"There is something to do, Song Jinggong Song Gongzi came. Last night, I went to Zhuangzi. I didn't dare to come and disturb the rest of the little son. Today, it rains to this place. Well, you can say it, read a book, and the people around the little son can't be better than others. difference."

Zhang Guan sees Xiaohong's book, it must be arranged by Xiaogongzi. This little ancestor really does not know how to comment. Song Jinggong is so powerful that he was scared. He didn't sleep well last night, and his eyes were still black.

"Well, come? Please come in, go get tea according to the way I teach you, then I can do less things." Zhang Xiaobao actually heard Song Jinggong’s voice outside, but he still waited for a small After the red is finished, I will open it.

Song Jinggong held an umbrella and stood in the rain, letting the rain that ran through the past to wet his shoes, and did not move. Even if the wind slanted with the rain and made his lower body clear, he still had no feeling.

He had been thinking about the words that Cherry said when he came over yesterday. He asked Cherry, which high-ranking man calculated him, and the cherry was pouting at the time, saying that you still use high-ranking people? My little son will do it. When your feet step on the bridge that day, there is no turning back.

Said this scary, knowing that the bridge is connected to the two villages of Gejiazhuang and Zhang Wang, I don’t know if it is a bridge.

Of course, Song Jinggong did not believe it. As a result, Cherry reminded him, did he forget how to send the money when he came that day, how to send the jade? I Zhangjiazhuang to pack you like this, it is enough to send a one-year-old child.

This is the reason for Song Jinggong's entanglement. He wants to see today, is that child really as powerful as Cherry said.

"Song Gongzi, my family has a small son." Just when Song Jinggong was still in a certain middle of thinking, Zhang Guancai came out to say hello.

"Well, thank you Zhang for the matter, Zhang Guanwu, wait a minute, Song has some doubts in his heart, and also ask Zhang to help one or two." Song Jinggong just got in, and pulled Zhang Guan.

"Song Gongzi said nothing."

"Song wants to know, what did Zhang’s management and Mrs. Guizhuang say outside Zhang’s window that day? Is it intentional? What is the connection with Guizhuang’s little son?” Song Jinggong thought of some details.

"Song Gongzi, please work together in the future." Zhang Guanwu answered the question, and reached out and sneaked away, turned and left.

Song Jinggong stepped forward with doubts and circumvented the outside world. He saw that there was a cushion on the other side of the room. There was a small piece between the mat and the opposite small slump. Song Jinggong naturally knew that the mat was for himself, right now. You are welcome, walk in and sit down.

Looking at the slump, there was no one. At this time, the eyes only adapted to the light in the house. When I looked at it, I saw the two little children of the day standing in the window and watching the rain outside.

"Xiao Bao, do you say that going out is better than at home?" Song Jinggong heard the voice of the girl.

"Not good, the rain outside is big, not to mention the umbrella is still tired." Song Jinggong heard the movement of the boy.

"What umbrella to play, put on your coat, look at the mountains, look at the rain, how to say that, oh, call a smog and rain." The voice of the girl.

"No, I will get sick. At that time, the wind is always blown away by the rain." The boy voice.

Song Jinggong listened, and felt that he was in the wrong place. This is not Zhangjiazhuangzi. This is the Hanlin Academy. It is not a small baby in front of the window. It is clearly two scholars.

"Yeah, Song Gongzi is coming, rude and rude, Xiaohong, tea." It seems that there are other people in the room. Zhang Xiaobao took Wang Hao and jumped off the bench. Both came to the side of the slump and sat there. Greetings.

"Well, let's say that Zhang Gongzi is too fascinating. I don't know that this little lady next to Zhang Gongzi is...?" Song Jinggong unconsciously took the little baby in front of him as an adult, and said that he had reacted, obviously two child.

"Oh, this is the childhood of Zhang, the sorrow of Wang Jiazhuang." Zhang Xiaobao introduced it with his hand.

"A childhood friend?" Song Jinggong is confused again. What do you mean?

At this time, Wang Hao said, "It’s Lang’s riding a bamboo horse, and getting a green apple around the bed. The meaning of two little guesses, so stupid, still people, to learn without learning, to deceive people but also to deceive others.”

At the back of the story, Wang Hao has already lowered his voice. Song Jinggong still listens to the truth. He replaces it with others. He has to argue. Today, facing the two children, he can only feel that there is a sense of powerlessness. Where is the ancestral grave of the family buried?

At this time, Xiaohong has brought the tea up. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Hao are hot tea in front of them. In front of Song Jinggong, there are two kinds of hot and cold teas. Whether it is cool or hot, they are so green and full, and they have been different from Song Jinggong.

"Zhang Gongzi, this is...?" Song Jinggong asked for the herbal tea.

"Ice tea." Zhang Xiaobao explained.

"Oh, why is it only Song?" Song Jinggong asked again.

"The person with identity, who drinks iced tea? Jokes, I am too young to be a young man, drinking cold things is easy to bad belly." Zhang Xiaobao said with a smile. 2k novel reading network