Li Hong sighed. He was planning to talk to Xiaobei and others more. When he found that Xiaobei was already breathing hard, he had to persuade: "Go to sleep when you are sleepy."
"That's the intention, let's retreat, bye." Beckham waved his hand and greeted everyone toward the resting place like a general.
"White? White? Okay, white." Li Hong stared at the figures of a group of children going away, and he started to be stunned.
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That day, when the rooster crowed from a distance, the people who had been tossing all night finally started to pack their things and prepare to go home. The unfinished things need to be packed, packed and taken home. Otherwise, who will eat the pile of food left by everyone
Many of the officials who came to Furong Garden were sleepy early, but they were just holding on. The people were still in good spirits and were very reluctant to end the party, and even the boys and girls who had only met tonight and met and talked well, in the eyes of this moment. Full of melancholy and expectation, I want to open my mouth and say something to the other party, but I want to talk and stop.
But no matter what, there is no permanent banquet in the world. The team gradually disperses. Some people keep looking back. Although there is still one on the fifteenth, it is definitely not their turn for those who have participated in the 30th party.
"Go, toot." Xiaohong, who had just learned to speak for less than three months, was held by the maid, and Little Finger said indistinctly to the crowd who had left.
I tossed her enough last night. I was sleepy, woken up and cried. After crying, I watched the show and wanted to learn how to talk and sing. After a while, I was sleepy again. She wanted to see other people eating. She also sprinkled the big skewers of chili noodles. I held it in my hand and stuffed it in my mouth, chewed it twice with those poor little teeth, and spit it out. It was so spicy that I cried. I chopped a small piece of fat without pepper and squeezed it in her mouth. a happy expression.
The same did not persist until the end. Li Longji, who slept for a while, saw Xiao Hong's appearance, and said to Zhang Xiaobao, who was still in good spirits: "Xiao Hong is also pitiful. If he didn't meet Xiao Bei and the others, what would it be like? "
"The current four thousand baby candy store chain stores will be missing." Zhang Xiaobao's answer to the question was to dilute the sadness in Li Longji's heart, meaning to tell him that now there is no need to worry, Xiaobei and the others have already taken on the big Tang. Responsibilities similar to child survival issues.
"Yes, yes, when you give others happiness, you are also happy, except for those who give others happiness when you are cheated, such as me." Li Longji was still thinking about going into the set at night.
"Boa." Xiaohong, who heard the movement, stretched out Fatty's hand and called to Li Longji.
Knowing that she was calling "Uncle", Li Longji happily reached out to take it, and carefully kissed her on the cheek. If she is not careful, it is easy to knock off her fake ears.
Now Xiao Hong is not big enough, and her ears are fixed with ropes. When she is big enough, she can punch holes around her ears and put her ears on like earrings.
Xiao Hong was hugged and looked very happy, stretched out her hand to grab Li Longji's beard, and smiled.
"I heard you cry just now, and laughed again in a blink of an eye, Xiaobao, did you think it was fun?" Li Longji tilted his head to hide, and asked Zhang Xiaobao, who was looking at Xiaohong next to him.
Zhang Xiaobao laughed and said, "Yes, when I was a child, I cried and laughed. When I grow up, I laugh and laugh. We are all in the world."
"Xiaobao, why do you think people cry?" Li Longji asked suddenly.
"It's probably for a better laugh." Zhang Xiaobao gave the answer.
"I understand, I will ask you why people laugh. You should cry for the future, right?" Li Longji said helplessly.
"Your Majesty Shengming." Zhang Xiaobao held the emperor seriously with a serious expression on his face.
Li Longji was unwilling to talk to Zhang Xiaobao, who was deceiving, holding Xiaohong and said to make porridge for her, so he strolled away.
Wang Juan leaned over and said to Zhang Xiaobao: "Why don't you tell him that people cry because they want to vent their emotions."
"Venting emotions is the function, not the source. Where do I know? The knowledge we come into contact with is still unclear. It's like asking the origin of mankind and how the universe came out. If I can explain it, I will become a god. Amitabha, Allah."
Zhang Xiaobao gestured a cross in front of him.
"You have stepped on God, you are better than God, go, go home, Beckham and the others are still asleep, they have to be carried back, let's squint when we go back."
Wang Juan rubbed his face with his hands and walked towards the parking place.
Zhang Xiaobao stepped to keep up and looked at the soles of his shoes, wondering: "Could God exist in a two-dimensional space? I stepped on my shadow."
"The shadow can't be stepped on, it will always float on the surface, as long as there is light, you can go quickly, and you can see the science by looking at the soles of the shoes? The anti-slip lines?" Wang Juan urged.
"Well, this just shows that God is in the shadow, because God said that there should be light, and the world without God is really pitiful, they have no shadow." Zhang Xiaobao chased after him.
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The New Year’s day is hurried and tiring. Everyone laughs. If you laugh too much, it’s a burden. The stewards kept arranging a gift list, sending an electric heater to this one, an electric fan to another, and the king who called the night watcher. Uncle gave two flashlights.
I gave a light bulb to the old man to learn, but I found that there was no wire connection, and I hurriedly set up a pole, and gave me a meter. So I started to pay the electricity bill. The meter with insufficient technology is very tortured. people.
In addition to giving gifts, there are also gifts. A brush was sent from the residence of Lord Shangshu Wang of the Household Department. There is no ink. I don't know what it means. It makes sense to "write off the past" or "keep it in my heart".
"It's so stingy, it's still a book in the household department, what hair is the brush? At first glance, it looks like pig hair, and the door paint is just right. Let's go back and give my sister a small bead. She should also touch the oil painting." Zhang Xiaobao touched it. Feeling the pen's hair, said crookedly.
"What nonsense, this is my grandson's fetal brush. It was made by our shop. There are six in total, and I sent one." Wang Juan gave Zhang Xiaobao a blank look.
Zhang Xiaobao was surprised: "His child was born? Really soon."
"Premature birth, caesarean section, done in medical school, didn't go to the hospital at all, how about being a high official, the vice president personally operated the surgery, the mother and the child are safe, if the change is before, the child will undoubtedly die. Guimenguan, what gift do you give to others?"
Wang Juan told Zhang Xiaobao about the children of his family, and he didn't know whether he was lamenting the privileges of officials, or he was praising his family for setting up a medical school.
Zhang Xiaobao now understands what Wang Zhao meant. Without Zhang Wang and his family, there would be no medical school, and without a medical school, there would be no life for the child.
"The merit is too great. How many people have been saved by the medical school? It seems that I can't continue to let my sister paint oil paintings. Let's paint with gouache. It is easier to clean the pen with gouache than with paint. Paint the angels as we are. With wings on the back, a halo on his head, and a stick in his hand, anyone who refuses to accept it will knock him hard on the head, smashing the sky full of stars.
Let’s give them the royal jelly in return. The best royal jelly in the world is produced in Shiwan Dashan. In order to give bees more choices, we have not few flowers that have been moved from other places in Luzhou, although some of them are unacceptable. died. "
Zhang Xiaobao decided to give his children and mother something good.
Wang Juan sighed when he heard Zhang Xiaobao's words, and asked, "Where is the best honey in the world? Do you know Turkey and Yemen?"
"As soon as you said it, I remembered that Yemen Province and Turkey Province are the most honey-producing provinces in our country..."
"Do you still have a face?" Wang Juan interrupted Zhang Xiaobao.
"Okay, I admit, I'm a bit too ambitious. It's too difficult to go to Turkey by land. By sea, the canals of the Red Sea and the Mediterranean have not been opened yet, so I have to go around the boss. Let's be more realistic. Choose Yemen and go by boat. , The Gulf of Aden only.
But I promise that my son and daughter will be able to eat honey from the Turkish province and swim in the river in the western province of the Tang Dynasty that plays the man's bell for me. "
Zhang Xiaobao made future plans without blushing at all.
Wang Juan really didn't know what to say, so he had no choice but to agree: "I'll wait for you to occupy the Rhine, so I can go swimming."
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After the fifteenth of the first lunar month, the Spring Festival is over. Everyone who should go to work, those who should be part-time workers, and those who should teach in private are also secretly starting classes. As for the dragon on February 2nd, leisurely people can just entertain on a small scale. Up.
By the end of February, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan packed their luggage and prepared to leave. This year the upper reaches of the Yellow River has been civilized. There is still a bit of ice in the "ji"-shaped place, which is very dangerous. The local people should evacuate before replacing them. It was submerged by flood water.
Nowadays, when the local people see that the ice has not melted and the ice water from the upstream has washed down, they are happy as if they are celebrating the holiday, because Datang’s artillery is about to fire. The best way to hit the ice with cannonballs is directly on the ice. Drill holes and put more than a hundred times the explosives.
The latter requires a lot of gunpowder, and the people who go to drill the holes are also in danger. The ice surface is too large, the ice layer is thick, and the kinetic energy of fixed-point blasting is obviously insufficient. Therefore, artillery bombardment is the best method.
Standing outside the cordon, the people watched the artillery fire, and listened to the movement, feeling more enjoyable than setting off firecrackers. The ground was shaking, and the little boys looked at the artillery with admiration, but they could not get close to touch them. Cannon, this thing is much more powerful than the bow and arrow made by yourself. If you pull it away, the dog of Tian Laoqi's next to the school will no longer be a threat.
When the ice on the Yellow River went away, Zhang Xiaobao and his party also set off against the current.