June 16th is the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, the Dragon Boat Festival.
Thinking about today's holiday, Zhang Feng and Luo Hu, who had been playing around in the mountains for three days, finally carried their harvest and prepared to return home.
In three days, it was not too much, but not too much, but not too much. The two had eaten by themselves, and only a few pheasants and rabbits were left behind.
Hunting is also about luck. Zhang Feng and Luo Hu have nothing to say about their marksmanship, but their luck is not very good. When they first went up the mountain, they always wanted to get a decent prey. I ignored it, but occasionally played one or two to solve the appetite, and didn't want to go to the third day and didn't see a bigger prey.
I have encountered a lot of monkeys and boars, but those things are either uneatable or not easy to play. In the end, I had to clean up some pheasants and hares and went down the mountain. On the contrary, they were not as valuable as the herbs that the two picked easily.
Although Zhang Feng ran with Luohu all over the mountain, his mind was not so much hunting. Taking advantage of the rest of the past few nights, he finally wrote the few things he needed, and compared the dreams to the future generations. Some things that may be useful have written a catalog that only you can understand.
He is afraid that some details of the memory will gradually disappear after a long time. These things may be the capital for himself to settle down.
Therefore, even though he didn't hunt any decent prey, Zhang Feng was quite satisfied with the harvest these days.
First send Luo Hu home, and then Zhang Feng drove straight to the pharmacy. Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, or pick up his parents home early.
Surprisingly, only his father Zhang Songjie was in the old Zhang family account.
As soon as Zhang Feng entered the door, he said, "Dad, where's my mother? I can close the door early for the holidays today."
Zhang Songjie said lightly: "Your mother has already gone back to prepare. Go and close the door. I'll tell you something."
Zhang Feng responded with "Oh", guessing in his heart that it might be a matter of separation, so he turned around and closed the door of the pharmacy from the inside, and then came over and said: "What's the matter, Dad, it's mysterious. ?"
Zhang Songjie sat behind the table and did not move, but stared at Zhang Feng coldly up and down, causing Zhang Feng to feel a little uncomfortable: "Dad, what's the matter with you?"
Ever since Zhang Feng was a child, he was afraid that his father would look at people with this kind of eyes. This is a sign that he was about to get angry. When he looked at him with this kind of eyes, didn't he end up beating him half to death
Zhang Ke and Zhang Yi also followed the family health training, but they had no patience. They didn't stick to it for half a month, so they didn't get the skin of the health training, but Zhang Feng was extremely talented in health training. When he was still in elementary school, he had already surpassed his father Zhang Songjie in terms of attainments in health maintenance.
But besides being able to fight and become the king of children, the benefits that this specialty brings to him is that he can be particularly beaten. Often when Zhang Ke and Zhang Yi are punished by Zhang Songjie, they are already severely punished. Before Feng, it must have been a fat beating. From the first punches and kicks to the later clubs, Zhang Feng was beaten to death every time, not only because he could be beaten, but also because this guy's recovery ability is also very good, but the most The main reason is that Zhang Feng can cause trouble, and he still remembers whether to eat or not.
Although Zhang Feng’s chances of being beaten become less and less as he gets older, his father’s majesty has increased in his heart. Therefore, seeing Zhang Songjie look at him with such a look, Zhang Feng’s heart cannot stop. The people who live in the drums are all thinking about what they have done recently, but it seems that they have not caused any trouble
Zhang Songjie hummed and said, "What's the matter?" He stood up suddenly, slapped the table fiercely, and shouted, "I still want to know what's wrong!"
Zhang Feng was shocked and shivered subconsciously. This was cultivated since he was a child, not because he was timid, but in front of his father, no matter how strong his identity and strength were, it was all fucking clouds.
"Yes... What's the matter, you... Just say, I'm listening, don't get angry, Dad," Zhang Feng shuddered, speaking a bit uncomfortably, but after a few words, he gradually stabilized Mind, not as at a loss as before. He stepped forward to hold his father two steps, helped Zhang Songjie to sit down slowly, and said incessantly, "It's all my fault, and I'm irritating you again!"
"It's the Chief of Public Security, where would I dare to be angry with you?" Although Zhang Songjie sat down, his tone remained the same.
"Where are you going? Don't say that you are an acting chief of public security, that is, you have become the head of the county or the governor. You are not all sons here. You should beat and beat, scold and scold, as long as you don’t If you get angry, you can do it." Zhang Feng stayed with his father carefully, but still didn't know what went wrong.
"Being a human being, you must stand upright and have a clear conscience! Don't be serious and have a clear conscience! Don't learn a lot of decent skills, and the stinky troubles of crooked ways have caused you to come back!" Zhang Songjie's tone has slowly eased, but his expression has become more severe.
"Yes, yes, my son has always followed your teachings and dare not slacken a little. He has never done anything ugly."
"Really?" Zhang Songjie stared coldly on the upper hand's face for a moment, and said coldly: "How can I hear people say that you will learn from Chen Shimei when you become the chief of the public security. If you really become the head of the county or the governor, there is no more Me and your mother's head?"
"Who is messing up..." Just after Zhang Feng said half a sentence, Yang Xiaolan's soft and charming face appeared in her mind, and she couldn't say the second half of the sentence, and she was deeply depressed in her heart. After all, what should come is still coming, no You can hide by hiding.
"I can't say how to continue? Isn't it right and righteous? Did I say it?" Zhang Songjie looked at Zhang Feng coldly.
"Uh... No, which, Dad, I..." Zhang Feng stammered and didn't know how to talk about it. There must be no way to talk about that unusual dream, and other reasons are even more nonsense. And, after all, reality has changed. Those things Yang Xiaolan had in her dreams would never happen again, and her attitude became more and more incomprehensible.
"Don't babble, I don't have the patience to listen to your explanation. When you go home later, you can explain it to Xiaolan yourself!"
Zhang Songjie is good at world affairs. He has noticed from his son's expression that his son may have reasons that are difficult to express. After a little thought, he has an idea. They can't interfere too much with this kind of thing. Let them solve it first. Maybe there is something in it. It’s hard to tell if it’s inconvenient to let me know, so after a thought, I kicked the trouble out.
"Xiaolan... came home?" Zhang Feng was a little big head when he heard the words, but he was relieved after thinking about it carefully. It would be abnormal if Yang Xiaolan hadn't come, and immediately cursed herself, it was as if his head was kicked by a donkey. Such a big oolong.
Zhang Songjie "hummed" and said, "I really don't know how your head grows. Is this a problem that can be solved by hiding?" After a pause, he said, "Go home first, your eldest brother and sister-in-law will come back. Now, there are Zhang Yi and Zhang Wen. We will have a family meeting later."