CHAPTER XX

Obviously, children still have to be accompanied, especially when you are a child yourself, this is not, the always powerful and expressionless face did not scare off the white little fat man in front of him, Zhang Jinyang fell into the most helpless situation since his rebirth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The little white fat man in front of him is called Tang Wenzong, this kind of historical name is really impossible to associate with a big white steamed bun, but the boy in front of him with the nickname Tangdun Er has successfully done this - the credit is obviously on his father.

I don't know what kind of culture Tang Jianguo, the factory director, is, not to mention that his son is named the emperor's temple number, and he casually threw this little chubby dun to his home. Knowing that Zhang Jinyang is the only one in the family, his parents have to go to work, and his sister is also in school, and he doesn't go to kindergarten because his parents have a big heart, but this guy is still adding to the chaos, and he doesn't know what to say at all.

I don't know what deal my father and Secretary Zheng made at the beginning, before the TV set was shipped back, Li Zhongyong had already been invited by the Commission for Discipline Inspection to drink tea, and I heard that he had now gone to a labor camp in Sichuan to move stones. Director Tang didn't know what news he had heard, he was very polite to his father, and even his son was thrown over because it was convenient to play and take care of them together, the question was that it was really okay for two five-year-old children to be left alone at home like this?

Originally, thanks to the color TV incident, my father completely forgot about the crossbow, and thought that he was going to go fishing in the river today, but now it is in the soup. Zhang Jinyang gritted his teeth hatefully, looked at the little fat man in front of him, and wondered what to do today.

I can't read books, because although I have begun to read and write, I have not yet reached the level of independent reading; I can't do handicrafts, and it's strange how a five-year-old child holds a chisel axe and saw, and when I think about it, there is only one way left to listen to the radio, and it seems that this afternoon will not be able to do anything useful.

--- None -- talk -- two -- one -- month --

Looking out the window in a daze, the first snow of the new winter was extraordinarily large, covering all the colors in just one night, and the eyes were covered in silver, lining the smoke of several restaurants like a fairyland. Zhang Jinyang had not seen such clean snow for a long time, and the developed industry in later generations, the almost endless exhaust fumes of automobiles had made the snowflakes lose their purity and become as rough as gravel, and he could not remember when the snow was no longer snowflakes.

The stove was set up early in the house, Mom and Dad had already lit a fire, the house was no longer as cold as when they first got up, and there was an iron basin on the stove, and a few potatoes roasted in the pot were today's breakfast. This raw and coarse food has been popular for many years, and the baked potatoes have a unique sweetness, but now these nostalgic flavors do not attract his attention.

This state of being in a daze from time to time has been for a while, since the big white steamed bun named Tang Wenzong has become a frequent visitor to the house, Zhang Jinyang's fishing plan has received a lot of interference, and he has to take care of the bear child for a few days a week, which is really an unspeakable torture for a five-year-old Zhengtai disguised as an old Dink for more than fifty years.

You can't read books and newspapers unscrupulously, and TV has no real appeal, so you have to constantly look for fun on the radio. In order not to make himself crazy, Zhang Jinyang had to study his own ability over and over again - he could only study secretly.

Because the meat eating is intermittent, and the shock strengthens the body from time to time, the extra activities every day have made him better control of his body, at least now he does not show more strength than ordinary people - although his strength is still only greater than his usual peers. He spent most of his time on the alchemy of ideas, and he had read so many movies and novels in his previous life, of course he knew which of his greatest abilities was.

Although he didn't expect to be able to reach the level of atomic annihilation like the Dark Phoenix, the alchemy of equivalent exchange was also great, and if he could achieve atomic-level control, it would be simply cool. And now it is obvious that he is still too young, a lot of energy and time are used to grow, the scanning radius of the radar will not increase when it reaches one hundred and twenty meters, and the alchemy of ideas can only process liquids at the molecular level, and there is only a radius of less than twenty meters, and to change the molecular level of high-density items such as metals, it is only less than a meter radius.

The reason for these days is that he has discovered a good phenomenon, a large number of intensive mind exercises have allowed him to get some unexpected development, such as the improvement of comprehension, the increase of memory, which is obviously the use of the mind caused by the acceleration of brain development. In order to allow himself to develop intellectually faster, Zhang Jinyang decided to turn on the radar all day long, and the continuous use of spiritual power would definitely make him progress faster.

Judging from the situation in the past few days, the all-day turn on of the radar has indeed made his ability improve rapidly, but the non-stop scanning has brought a lot of information, and the establishment of the three-dimensional environment in his mind has made him particularly difficult to process information. It felt like cleaning up his memory, constantly reminding himself of something, deliberately ignoring something, and he had a hunch that once he established the information processing mechanism of the radar, then the radar would change from an active skill to a passive skill. At that point, all he has to do is reduce the consumption, and the lower the consumption and the higher the clarity, the more successful it will be.

Now, Tang Chuliu was very worried about being in an inexplicable daze for several days, and her son began to inexplicably "lose his soul" again, which reminded her of his stupid appearance when he was a child, but fortunately, he was only in a daze occasionally, if she returned to the way she was before, she would have to be crazy. Even now, she was so worried that she didn't say anything when she asked, just smirked and said it was okay.

I woke up early this morning in a daze for nothing else, it was snowing outside, almost every snowflake was scanned in the radar, and a large amount of redundant calculations instantly submerged the entire perception, if I didn't react quickly and turn off the scan directly, I would have to toss myself and faint.

It's already winter, and there will be more and more snowy days, and it seems that the radar matter has to be discussed in the long run, which is really strange, and the radar has been turned on when it rained before, so why is there no such phenomenon? Zhang Jinyang felt that he really couldn't understand this kind of thing.

The snow outside the window has gradually become smaller, and Zhang Jinyang pondered that Tangdun'er would definitely come to build a snowman for himself, and a group of little children in the factory yard would inevitably gather together to mess around. This is the first snow of the new winter, under the thick snow layer, there is a thin layer of ice shell, some shallow puddles are also frozen, it is the time when the children love to play "out of the slippery", do you want to do some foot slippery? You can lead a group of little fart children to rummage in the factory in the name of this, the factory has been open for more than a month, presumably there are a lot of interesting things in the raw material workshop.

The freshly baked potatoes are fragrant and noodle, with a hint of sweetness of water, with freshly pickled bean buttons with chili oil, fist-sized potatoes Zhang Jinyang ate six in one go, jumped from the edge of the kang to the ground on one side, and patted his little belly with satisfaction, "It's delicious, Mom, I'm going to the factory today." As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the dishes and chopsticks on the table. He always helped his parents clean up the table.

"Hmm, what are you doing in the factory? Mom and Dad are busy with work, but they don't have time to spend with you. Tang Chuliu was a little surprised, in addition to his body, his son has always been very worry-free, he already knows what to do and what not to do, he is very polite, I don't know how envious my colleagues are, many people are in the hall, how the couple and their husband and wife are educated. Looking up at the snow outside the window, she seemed to understand a little, "Why, I want to build a snowman, isn't it the same at home, the snow is so heavy, and it's so cold outside." ”