Seeing Zhao Jin jumping out of the house, the smile on Zhao Zhenxing's face disappeared, he turned around and closed the door and returned to his room. He stood there looking at the wall, slowly reached out and touched the two knives hanging on the wall, melancholy

After a while, he sighed again, then stood on the fire bed, reached out and took off the spear, and carried it to the yard.

The shop was now guarded by Zhao Zhenxing alone, and it was deserted. Zhao Zhenxing stood there in a daze for a while, holding a spear, and then shook his head and raised the spear flat.

After Zhao Jin returned home, he saw He Cuihua washing and pickling vegetables in the yard. Large and small jars were placed, and the wooden basins were filled with vegetables. He Cuihua was busy going back and forth there. Seeing Zhao Jin coming back, He Cuihua asked casually.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Zhao Jin shook his head, and He Cuihua continued: "It's warm in the room, you go in and stay there, mother is still busy."

"Mom, my second uncle said that he would come to our house for dinner tonight." Zhao Jin said, and He Cuihua nodded. The Zhao family lives a wealthy life, and having one more person to eat is just an extra pair of chopsticks, and it is also very simple to manage.

After Zhao Jin finished speaking, he walked towards the house. He Cuihua picked up a piece of cabbage and was about to peel off the outer leaves when she suddenly looked up at Zhao Jin's back and said to herself in confusion: "This kid is not tired of me.

Already."

In the past, Zhao Jin was timid and cowardly, following his mother He Cuihua all day long. Although he is now trying to remain the same as before, many details have changed. Zhao Jin himself cannot feel this, but he knows his son better than his parents, and He Cuihua does.

Clear feelings.

He Cuihua was thinking there when she heard movement around her. She turned around and saw that the monkey was pulling the radish out of the wooden basin. He Cuihua immediately yelled: "Damn Hozen, don't come here to cause trouble. Get out of here."

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The monkey held the carrot and immediately ran towards the other side of the yard, squeaking loudly as he ran, looking very proud of himself.

Zhao Jin, who was sitting in the room, heard everything happening outside. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. This kind of family life made him feel warm, but Zhao Jin quickly put away his smile. Time was precious and he couldn't waste it.

At one point, that life stopped midway. When I was dying, I regretted that I had wasted my time and could no longer do that in this life.

At present, everything seems to be going according to his plan. His uncle Zhao Zhenxing promised to teach him martial arts and would come to persuade his parents. However, Zhao Jin also discovered other problems. He knew too little about the people around him, not only about this era,

I know too little about where I live, my relatives and the people around me.

Zhao Jin thought of one thing. In that life when he came from the orphanage to the society, he didn't study well and didn't read too many books. On the contrary, when he was dying in the hospital, his friend came to stay with him. In order to relieve his pain and boredom, he stayed with him every day.

Although I was upset during that time when I read to him, I still passively read a lot of books.

Thinking about it now, some of those books were useless, but some were of great use to the present. But what pained Zhao Jin was that there were too few that he could recall. Zhao Jin did not dare to just let them forget. He racked his brains

Memories, when you think of something, write it down.

Fortunately, when Zhao Jin went to private school in the past, he still had paper and pen, but Zhao Jin couldn't write calligraphy with calligraphy. He relied on the impression in his memory to polish the ink, and then dipped a small wooden stick in the ink to write, and the words were crooked.

After struggling for a long time, several pieces of paper were used up, and what he could write down was very limited. However, holding the dark paper, Zhao Jin had a wry smile on his face. What he never wanted to remember were all fragments of Western war history. When he first heard about it,

I am impatient, but these are very fresh, I can't help but write them down, and the impression is very deep, but what is the use of these phalanxes, halberds, artillery and other things? Moreover, they are all fragments and not systematic at all.

By this time, the sky was getting dark. He Cuihua prepared the vegetables and put them in the jar. Then she went out to buy some fish and was already busy in the kitchen.

Suddenly I heard the courtyard door being pushed open with a "bump", and the monkey chewing radishes in the courtyard screamed and ran up to the house. He Cuihua wiped her hands on her apron and went out to look. Before she reached the courtyard,

She heard her husband Zhao Zhentang yelling in a loud voice: "Zhao Jin, come out here, you fainted once, but you have grown up, and you dare to hit people outside, you bastard, you..."

While yelling and walking over, He Cuihua originally wanted to go out and yell, but when she heard that Zhao Jin was beating someone outside, she was stunned and turned to look at the side room, thinking that something was wrong after her child recovered from the illness, but that company

An honest child who dared not speak loudly can actually hit others. This change is quite big.

Just as He Cuihua was thinking about it, the door of the room had been pushed open, and the fat Zhao Zhentang walked in, carrying two packages in his hand, both packages were wrapped in oil paper. Zhao Zhentang sniffed as soon as he entered the room, wondering.

Said: "Cooking meat dishes? Today is not a holiday!"

"Zhenxing is coming over for dinner tonight!" He Cuihua replied, and then asked nervously: "Xiao Jin hit someone? What happened? Don't yell, don't scare the child!"

Zhao Zhentang waved his hand and said, "I'll talk to you later!"

After saying this, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "You bastard, come out here."

Over there, Zhao Jin had already walked out with a grimace, thinking that children fighting would be troublesome and they might have to be taught a lesson by their parents.

"You beat up the eldest son of the Chen family?" Hearing his father's question, Zhao Jin lowered his head and nodded. He could only use the same method he used to deal with his teacher to deal with his father.

"Did you really beat me?" I never thought that Zhao Zhentang would ask this question again. Zhao Jin quickly explained: "Chen Sheng said he wanted to find someone to compete in martial arts. I said I would come, and then knocked him down!"

He Cuihua put her hands on her apron, opened her mouth, and had an incredulous expression on her face. At this moment, she saw her man walking towards her son, and then she realized what was going on and said quickly: "What's wrong with kids fighting..."

At this time, Zhao Jin shrank subconsciously, thinking that he was going to be beaten.

The slap hit Zhao Jin hard on the shoulder, making Zhao Jin stagger, but the expected beating did not come. Zhao Jin looked up and saw Zhao Zhentang with a smile on his face, patted Zhao Jin on the shoulder hard, and said with a laugh:

"Little Chen Wu

My son has been bragging to me all day long, saying that his son has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and will definitely be promising in the future. Why don't I let my son take care of it? When I go to the Yamen tomorrow, I will shame him. You bastard, you are really sick.

He looks like a boy!"

Seeing this scene, He Cuihua also breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking about it, a smile appeared on her face, and she warned her: "Xiao Jin, don't fight with others. It won't be good if you hurt yourself or others.

Zhao Jin quickly nodded in agreement. Zhao Zhentang held up the two oil paper bags and said with a smile: "When I came back, I bought some bean paste dumplings for this bastard and cut half a catty of elbow flowers. Damn it, you take it and pack it away.

tidy!"

He Cuihua happily took the things, and Zhao Jin came to his senses. His parents were happy because he was fighting. In the past, Zhao Jin had a cowardly temper. On the one hand, Zhao Zhentang and He Cuihua felt that the child was honest and reassuring, but on the other hand, they felt that the boy was not so honest.
Chapter completed!