But today is a bit special. It seems a little inappropriate to talk about these topics. Moreover, we have just experienced the first "fight with weapons" in two lifetimes, and the situation at that time was quite dangerous. Zhou Zhi is also a little scared now, so he is a little silent for a while.

"Elbow, thank you."

"Ah? Thank you, uncle?"

"Just now, you asked Shu Yi to run away first, and you were the one to carry it."

"Ah, I didn't mean it. I didn't think of anything at the time."

"Thinking nothing is actually more valuable than thinking it over before making a decision." Jiang Qiao nodded: "When your Aunt Du was harassed by the Qingpi from Rongshan Town, I rushed forward without thinking."

Ah, this...does it have to be so strong? You parents are like this, how can you expect us to carry it?

Zhou Zhi couldn't help but stop, wondering if this was a formal authorization from being a parent.

When Jiang Qiao saw Zhou Zhi stopped and had a look of confusion on his face, he finally understood and coughed quickly: "You are... still young, uncle didn't mean that... just leave and go home quickly!"

However, although he was a little embarrassed, he successfully pulled Zhou Zhi out of his fearful state and reopened the topic function: "Uncle Jiang, my mother told me about the Rongshan War back then, but she didn't talk about the details.

These are all things that happened after the educated youths in Hejiang got involved. I already know the general outline of it, why don't you tell me about it?"

"Chen Guzi is talking about rotten sesame seeds, don't make trouble!"

"Oh, how about we change it? How did Aunt Du get her drinking capacity? I heard from my mother that Shu Yi's grandfather was so violent back then that it was impossible for Aunt Du to drink."

"I asked you, why do you always want to ask about these things? Your mother does the same, why are you still telling you these things?"

"The material may be used one day." Zhou Zhi said: "It's just like my grandma's story, right Uncle Jiang?"

"Your godfather didn't find enough material for you?" Jiang Qiao was a little dissatisfied: "I heard from Shu Yi that you are very busy now. You are writing papers and novels, and you are also studying history and text... ah?

What local literature and history do we need to sort out! Can't you spend more time on serious study? Shu Yi is so worried just talking about it..."

At this point, Jiang Qiao felt bad again. Why did today's topic always come back to his daughter's attitude towards Zhou Zhi?

This is not good, well, it is wrong...

Fortunately, Zhou Zhi didn't seem to hear it this time. Instead, he muttered: "Anyway, I'm not going to take the Qingbei exam, so I'm going to study at Shu University. It's a waste if I get too good a grade..."

Jiang Qiao felt that it was too late to talk today, but fortunately the two of them had already walked up the stone steps and arrived on the concrete pavement beside the illuminated stadium.

The street lights here are bright, and Jiachuan has always had a tradition of eating late-night snacks, which is called "ghost food" locally. Therefore, even in winter nights, it is still very lively.

The most lively place is at the intersection at the end of this section of the road. In winter, the former barbecue stall has now become a casserole rice noodle stall. There are still several big umbrellas behind the stall, and there is still a Jiachuan high-end arcade store.

Arena.

"Thank you Uncle Jiang, just come here, my brother Dayong is down below." Zhou Zhi said.

"Okay, go ahead. Stop playing outside and go home early. There are still classes tomorrow."

"Well, Uncle Jiang, you should also go to bed early."

"Uncle Jiang is not as lucky as your parents!" Jiang Qiao finally couldn't help complaining: "Shu Yi is not as comfortable studying as you are, alas..."

There was absolutely nothing Zhou Zhi could do about Jiang Shuyi. This girl was actually quite stubborn. She decided that it would be difficult for anyone to change the direction of her efforts in the future.

"Goodbye, Uncle Jiang!" Zhou Zhi had no choice but to ignore this, said hello and ran towards the intersection.

"I don't even carry a schoolbag..." Jiang Qiao muttered as he looked at Zhou Zhi's back. He didn't even know that Zhou Zhi carried his daughter's schoolbag to the door every day.

When he arrived at the crossroads, Zhou Zhi actually felt at ease. He bypassed the casserole rice noodle stall and saw that Zhao San, Sun Damao and He Dayong were all here.

Besides them, there are also a bunch of young guys playing video games.

After feeling relieved, Zhou Zhi suddenly felt hungry. After ordering a casserole rice noodle with braised pork ribs, he walked around the stall and greeted He Dayong and others: "Brother Dayong! Brother Three, Brother Da Mao! What do you eat?

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"Leave us alone!" Zhao San pinched his waist: "After guarding the stall for half a year, this fat guy is running towards me."

Sun Damao smiled and said: "I'm tired from studying, so I won't eat rice noodles. How about Brother Damao accompany you to drink two bottles of beer to relieve your fatigue?"

"Don't talk nonsense to me!" Brother Dayong immediately refused and pointed at Zhao San and Sun Damao: "You! You! Our aunt specially said hello, don't let me get involved with you!"

"My mother is a sharp-tongued person. In fact, she never took care of me when I came here, right?" Zhou Zhi quickly smoothed things over.

Sun Damao smiled and nodded: "That's right, the last time my dad was hospitalized, my aunt arranged a good ward for me. I haven't even thanked my aunt yet."

"Thank you for a small thing." Zhou Zhi said, "But tonight, I encountered something big."

"What's the big deal?" Brother Dayong asked.

Zhou Zhi took out the swing stick and pressed it open: "This thing is open."

Brother Dayong immediately became angry again: "Did someone do it to your elbow?"

"Almost." Zhou Zhi put away the stick again: "If I didn't have this from cousin An Ran, I'm afraid it would be really troublesome. Xia Zili, Zhang Erma, Yang Fengzi, who knows them?"

Brother Dayong shook his head at Zhao Sanyi, who nodded, got up and walked towards the group of young green men playing games.

The owner of the rice noodle stall brought the casserole rice noodles to a small table under the big umbrella. Brother Dayong and Sun Damao both dragged a stool over and sat down: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Zhou Zhi took a spoon in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand and began to eat rice noodles. While eating, he recounted what happened tonight.

After the story started, Zhao San also came over and also pulled a stool and sat down: "I heard about it, the boy from Zaolingqiao graduated from junior high school and went to Guangdong and just came back a year ago. Zhang Erma and Yang Fengzi are

A temporary worker in a cannery, he used to be a classmate of Xia Zili, and now he hangs out with him."

"The person whose surname is Xia lives in Zaolingqiao..." Brother Dayong frowned and recited silently, then raised his head and shouted: "Si'er! Zhang Si'er!"

"What's the matter, Brother Dayong?" A young man who was fighting hard in front of the TV agreed, but his eyes were still fixed on the screen.

"Xia Yiren, you're the one who's taking advantage of me, right?"

"Why do you think you are such a cheap lady? Our Yiren is only four months older than me! We are only two days apart!"

"Then she's still cutting her hair! She didn't change her name! I remember she had a younger brother who worked outside, right?"

"Yes, my brother-in-law just came back a few years ago."

"What's your name?"

"Xia Zili."

Brother Dayong raised his foot and asked Zhao San: "I asked you to ask about something, but you can only ask half of it right in front of me!"
Chapter completed!