C101 (1/2)

Zhang Fugui has been back from the hospital for several days. In the past few days, Zhang Qing went back to the red brick house at night and came to help Zhang family do some work during the day. At present, there is nothing to do in the field in this season, but it is near the end of the year, and there are many things that Zhang can't move.

Early in the morning, Guo Jingjing went to school. Zhang Qing helped Zhang wash the glutinous rice and drained the water all day. Today, he will follow Zhang's family to make brown rice sugar. This is a kind of traditional snack. The fried glutinous rice is boiled to boiling hot and the sugar is thin. Then, according to the taste of the individual, add some sesame, peanut, melon seed rice and so on to enrich the taste 。

The brown rice candy is a whole piece, which is similar to the feeling of cake cutting. When it is cold, it is cut with a knife and cut into the size of mahjong one by one. However, the brown rice candy after it is completely cold tastes crisp and fragrant, and it can satisfy the appetite again

Zhang does it every year, and makes dozens of Jin as soon as he does it. The two rice bags he brings are full Bring it back full.

As a matter of fact, Zhang's husband and son and Zhang Qing's father and son can't eat so much in a year. What's the reason why Zhang's family has such a large amount of food is that Zhang Qing's heart looks like a mirror.

When he Fanxing received the call from Guo Zizhang, he Jingjing had just been sent to the school. Guo Zizhang's words directly provoked him to stop by the side of the road.

”What are you talking about? Where are you now? ”

”I'm at the village head entrance of Majing village,” Guo Zizhang was not afraid of being frozen. The left window opened all the way to the end. One hand was holding a mobile phone, the other was resting on the window with a cigarette end between his fingers. He looked up at the banner floating overhead. The two ends of the banner were tied to the wire pole. The wind was not small today. The banner was blown around, but he could still see the reflection on it Gold lettering.

Welcome to Majing village!

This was made by the village brigade a few days ago. It seems that in order to meet someone, it has not been removed since.

”Zizhang, you forget that I told you before that you are not suitable to be there now.” On the other side of the phone, the tone of Hefan shop was very bad.

”I know what you're worried about.” Guo Zizhang's eyes were also dark. ”But I have to make it clear. Even if there is only one percent chance, you can rest assured that I will leave before Guo Jingjing comes back. Besides, you don't mean Doesn't he remember me? I don't ask anything. I just want to talk to him

He Fanxing knew that he wanted to bring people back, but he couldn't catch up. He could only warn him in a deep voice: ”Zizhang, don't scare him.” ”I will not.” Guo Zizhang was cautious in his way. ”By the way, I have found the Zhang Qi you asked me to look for. Now he is with one of his friends. In a word, his friend has some unclear relationship with your nominal uncle Tang Daye.

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he Fanxing frowned. How could he get involved in Tang Daye?

”You sent me the address where he lives now.”

”Yes, that's it. I'll take care of it for Zhang Qing. As for Guo Jingjing, it's up to you to explain.” With that, Guo Zizhang immediately hung up the phone.

With the windows closed, the car drove along the cement road of Majing village towards the village.

Although Guo Zizhang didn't know Guo Jingjing's home, it didn't hinder his search. The village was not big at all. Almost everyone knew who lived in the village. Besides, Zhang Qing's red brick house was once famous for being haunted by ghosts. Anyone who asked an elder could know the way.

Guo Zizhang went to the red brick house first, but he didn't find anyone. He listened and went to the Zhang family's house. At that time, Zhang Qingzheng was about to put the rice bag on the electric car. He was not very strong, and it was difficult to carry dozens of Jin of rice.

Guo Zizhang recognized his figure at a glance, almost immediately opened the door and got out of the car. Zhang Qing didn't know what was going on. The rice bag on his hand disappeared. When he looked up, Guo Zizhang held it in his hand with one hand. He laughed at him very brightly in the sun.

Zhang Qingxian was stunned, and then his face was puzzled and said, ”you are...”

”Uncle Zhang, I am a friend of Sanskrit. My name is Guo Zizhang. My nephew Guo Xiaonian is a student in teacher Guo's class.”

”Ah! Are you Mr. Guo? ” Zhang Qing seems to have responded, ”I heard from our family ah Jing that last time I suddenly fainted in the hospital. You helped me, and I never had a chance to tell you. Last time, I really bothered you.”

”Uncle Zhang, it's very kind of you to raise your hand. How are you doing? Is it all right? ”

”It's all right, thank you.” Zhang Qing smile, ”old, the body is not as good as before, always dizzy, do not scare you good.”

”How?” Guo Zizhang was kind and kind. ”You go out with me. Others will treat you as my brother.”

When Guo Zizhang said this, Zhang Qing seemed to have lost his speech for a while, and seemed unable to adapt to this man's self-made Kung Fu.

Zhang came out of the house wearing an apron and was surprised to see Guo Zizhang. The young man was as tall and good-looking as Xiaohe, but he had never seen him.

”Ah Qing, is thisZhang Qingshou regained consciousness and told Zhang Shi the identity of Guo Zizhang with a smile. The Zhang family was very grateful to him for helping Zhang Qing. He said with a kind smile, ”I still have a surname with Jingjing of my family. I also helped ah Qing. It seems that it is really predestined.”

Guo Zizhang was also a shameless and skinless man. He immediately said, ”it's fate, grandma.”

Old people don't like sweet mouth. This call of Guo Zizhang made Zhang's family very happy. When he saw that he still had his rice in his hand, he immediately said, ”Hey, look, how interesting it is, how can you still hold this rice? You are also ah Qing. Come here, Xiao Guo, put the rice on the tricycle, and your hands will be sour in a moment.”