C19 Chicken Farmer

In order to save money, he actually took the bus back to the village and limped for a mile. When he returned home, the Red Brick House was no longer the same as before, and a tall wall was built at the back of the house, connecting the two sides of the wall with a net and surrounding the pine forest at the back. Coincidentally, there was a rise in the mountain, there was no pond, and there was no need to worry about chickens drowning inside. The egg and egg felt like female and male crabs in October. There was more crab than yellow, and the same went for the chicken, the chicken tasted like a wooden beard, it was too tasteless and easily broken in one bite. This chicken was not as big as a chicken, but the texture of the meat in its mouth was very chewy, the teeth were big, and the chicken was very easy to stick in, if you used Little Hen Mushroom, the smell would be very nice.

When Guo Jingjing returned, Zhang Qing was in the backyard releasing all the chickens from the chicken coop. Those chickens could fly a few metres high with a flap of their wings, but fortunately, Zhang Qing's net was too high, so the chickens could not fly easily either. They flew out of the cages one by one, rushing out as if they were flying in the sky.

Guo Jingjing stood outside the chicken house, looking at Zhang Qing inside the net, there were a few times when he wanted to say something, but he was unable to, because Zhang Qing had fed the chicken with water, and when he turned his head, he saw Guo Jingjing standing outside with a pale face.

After all these years, Zhang Qing had not changed much, he still looked like the old man he used to be, not like a chicken owner but more like a 40 year old teacher. Back then, he looked more gentle following Zhang Fugui as he sold pearls, and after that, his family's conditions became better, and no one wanted pearls, they all loved to buy gold bracelets and necklaces. Zhang Qing changed his line of work and started raising chickens, losing out a lot of money in the past few years, but fortunately, he was able to persevere.

"Jing?" Zhang Qing closed the wooden lid on the water jar tightly and walked to the side of the fence. He untied the rope and walked into the yard, and asked with a cool voice: "Where did you go last night? I'm worried about you. "

Guo Jingjing pursed his lips but did not say anything, thinking back to how he was such a man, how could he cry when she said that she would take care of her father? He rubbed his eyes to hold back his tears, shook his head, and pulled Zhang Qing's hand as they walked in, asking: "Dad, have you eaten yet?"

Zhang Qing was obediently led along by his son. When his son asked about it, he immediately lowered his head and whispered: "Also … "Not yet …"

Guo Jingjing unhappily frowned: "Why aren't you eating breakfast again? You have a bad stomach, so you must eat breakfast. I have told you so many times already, why are you always unable to remember? The next time I'm away I'm going to call my grandma and she's going to have to keep an eye on you. "

"Don't, Jing." Zhang Qing tugged his son's sleeve, and said with a fawning tone, "Look at how old your grandmother is, how can you keep making her run around like this? Right? Every time I have to eat obediently now, I use the electric cooker you bought for me. I also know how to cook porridge now, really! I've already cooked the porridge in the pot and was waiting for you to come back so that we can eat together. "

"Is that so?"

That year, when Madam Zhang told Zhang Qing to move over to live with them, Zhang Qing didn't want to, but he didn't really agree with him at the time, so after so many years, Zhang Qing still brought him to live in the Red Brick House s, and every three to five Madam Zhang s would send him food every few times. Furthermore, by that time, Zhang Qing already didn't want to eat anymore, so he started to help others jump into the water to chop firewood and do some miscellaneous work. Guo Jingjing had been standing on the stove by himself since the age of seven, and had started cooking by himself while standing on a small stool. He had become somewhat talented, and knew how to cook without a teacher, so after stir-frying for a few times, regardless of whether it was salty or light, at least those that were familiar with him and were able to eat, it became better and better after that. Later, when Guo Jingjing went to school in the city, he specifically informed Madam Zhang before he left, which Madam Zhang "forced" him to eat three meals a day on time.

Someone asked him where he came from. He recalled that, in the past, he had been hungry for a very long time and walked a long way before finally arriving at Ma Jing Mountain and meeting a family. It was probably at that time that he said that his stomach had been broken and that no one believed him, but at that time, Guo Jingjing listened very carefully and seriously.

Guo Qianqian led Zhang Qing into the kitchen and turned on the electric cooker on the stove. Water was water, rice was rice, Guo Qianqian said nothing.

Zhang Qing also did not expect things to turn out like this. He choked on the situation in front of his, and when he carefully turned around to look at her son, her son's face was extremely unsightly.

Guo Jingjing pursed his lips, turned and asked: "Is this porridge?"

Zhang Qing scratched his chin with a look of innocence: "I … Possible... Probably... I forgot to press the switch. Should I press it now? "

Guo Jingjing pushed him away disdainfully: "Go and sit outside!"

"Oh!"

Zhang Qing slipped away and ran outside, took out two small stools, and sat on the edge of the threshold to bask in the the sun, his face was all smiles, he had experienced too much pain in his life, and it even made him lose consciousness once, but his greatest luck as a doctor was picking up a child like Guo Jingjing while he was still in a daze, no matter where Guo Jingjing went, he would still be able to wash and cook, disturb the house, fix the water and water, and plant the land, so who could marry him … Oh no, whoever marries his son, that would be the fortune of eight lifetimes!

After about twenty minutes, Guo Jingjing walked out with a bowl of noodles, and handed it over to Zhang Qing: "Eat."

Zhang Qing blinked his eyes and did not take it. He pointed to the empty small stool at the side and said: "I'm not eating anymore, I'm a little tired, I need to go to sleep for a while. You eat by yourself, when I wake up, I'll make you lunch."

Zhang Qing took the bowl, looked at the two poached eggs in the bowl, and then looked at Guo Jingjing. In such a bright day, he finally noticed that his son was not so angry that his face turned pale.

"Jing, are you unwell? Shall I take you to Dr. Wang's clinic? "

Guo Jingjing shook his head: "No need, I didn't sleep well last night, I'm a little tired, I'll just sleep a little. Dad, don't forget to wash the dishes after you finish eating."

Zhang Qing saw that Guo Jingjing was really tired, so he nodded: "Alright, then you should go to sleep quickly. We won't be cooking in the afternoon, when you wake up, daddy will take you to the restaurant."

Guo Jingjing nodded his head randomly, feeling a little dizzy. He turned around and returned to his room, covering himself with the blanket.