CHAPTER XXIV

The reason why Zhang Jinyang said that he could smash bricks is because there have been many martial arts movies on TV recently, including those in his memory that are popular all over the country and even set off a national qigong craze. The pen %fun %ge www.biquge.info he took this opportunity to reveal a little bit of his differences, it should be fine, and he can save a lot of trouble in the future.

"What's the matter? You've ever slapped a brick? You're a stupid roe deer, it's fake on TV, are you really smashed? Are you hurt?" Tang Chuliu was shocked, this stupid boy really went to school with TV, what if he was hurt? It seems that he can't watch all TV shows in the future.

"No, it's very simple, the refractory bricks in the factory are not strong, and they will break without any effort. It's that the cement is strong, and the cement brick has been slapped several times, but it doesn't hurt. Zhang Jinyang let his mother take his hand and turn it over, saying nonchalant words, and his relaxed tone made Tang Chuliu feel at ease, and then looked at his son with a strange look.

In the face of this kind of look, Zhang Jinyang was prepared, so he didn't care at all, and deliberately lowered his head to look at his dress, and then looked up at his mother's eyes, pretending to be confused, "What's wrong, it seems that you haven't worn the wrong clothes?", secretly gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, this little expression has been practiced by himself for many days, and he will definitely be able to sprout.

Tang Chuliu couldn't help laughing out loud when he looked at his son's ignorant eyes, this kid has a lot of strength for himself, he has long been used to it, but he still didn't expect it to be so big. It seems that in the past, the old people always said that in history, a certain general was born with divine power, and the young man carried the Ding, which is not necessarily an exaggeration. It's just that now the country and the people are safe, and it is an era of rampant guns, and the talent of his own son can't be said to be good or bad, so it's better to discuss education with her husband. Alas, I suddenly felt that there were a lot of things to discuss with my husband, and they were all my son's business.

"Stinky boy, you can't bully people with your own strength, you know? That's not what a good boy should do, don't keep scaring other children, let's have fun together, isn't it good?" Tang Chuliu gently touched his son's head and told him in a soft voice.

"Well, I didn't bully them, they were all little kids, and it was a shame to bully them. I'm not like them, it seems that I have to bully anyone to appear powerful, and doing handicrafts is much more interesting than bullying people. Mom, I want to sharpen a few carving knives and carve wood portraits, but it turns out that the one I sharpened with a saw blade is not easy to use, and many patterns can't be carved. Zhang Jinyang saw that his mother didn't think he had anything strange, so he put his mind at ease and made a small request taking advantage of his mother's good mood.

Seeing his son saying old-fashioned words with a childish face, as if he himself was not a little child, Tang Chuliu smiled even more happily, "Carving knife? What kind of knife is that? How big is it? No, let your father find someone to make it, why are there several?", she didn't know anything about wood carving, but she still didn't want her child to make his own knife, even if it sounded like nothing dangerous.

Speaking of letting others do it for him, Zhang Jinyang remembered that his uncle Tang Jianye was also in Huijiang, and he carved a seal and a monument for someone near the county government in the town. He has been playing stone and wood carving all his life, and he should have a complete set of carving knives in his hand, and he can write well with a brush, so he can learn to write and carve stone with him. In this way, I have a lot more time, not to mention, and if I have a suitable opportunity in the future, I can sell some cultural toys that I have been eyeing for a long time, and I say that I learned it from my uncle, and I think my parents will not stop me from learning these.

It's just that I haven't seen my uncle since I moved to Huijiang, and I haven't heard my mother and father talk about him, obviously the relationship between the two families was good before he was reborn, or did he say that something happened and he didn't know.

"Does my dad know what it is? I saw it at the hardware tool store, and I wanted a set of stone carving knives, but it was too expensive, and it cost twenty yuan a set. I heard that it is made of special steel, isn't our factory called a special steel factory? There will be such materials, so I wanted to make it myself. My dad knows someone who can do it?" Zhang Jinyang is not very interested in who makes things, and he has to reinvent it when he gets it anyway, just to find a source for the tool he often uses, and even this tool is just a cover for himself to practice his skills.

"I remember, I've seen that kind of knife, your uncle can carve stones, he always carves a chapter, chisels an inscription or something, but he doesn't have an accurate place, carrying a bag to walk the streets and alleys, and I haven't contacted him for a long time. Let your dad go and see, there are so many technicians and masters in the factory, there should always be someone who can do it, I'll go back and ask your grandma, where did your uncle go. Tang Chuliu really remembered his brother, but this person was obsessed with carving, and he spent more days running outside than at home every year.

"My uncle, I haven't heard you say it before, is he also in the county?", I didn't expect my mother to take the initiative to mention it, it seems that my uncle hasn't come to Huijiang yet, but it doesn't matter, sooner or later.

When he arrived at the door of Tang's house, he saw Tang Dun'er bouncing at the door to say hello from a distance, and his mother, Aunt Pan, stood next to him and watched with a smile. Zhang Jinyang said hello to Aunt Pan first, and before he could speak, he found that Tang Dun'er had rummaged in his satchel.

Because his mother and Aunt Pan were there, Zhang Jinyang resisted the desire to knock on his head, and just slapped away his hands, "Hey, they're all tools, you still have to turn over these every day?" In fact, the little fat man is smart, especially in the past half a year, he has been somewhat contaminated with his habits by his side, so when he looks at Zhang Jinyang's dress, he knows that he will definitely not play snowman building today, snowball fights and the like, then there must be something more interesting.

Pan Cai and Tang Chuliu walked like a factory, while watching the two children roll their eyes at each other, playing and making trouble, and couldn't help but praise Tang Chuliu, "Look at it, I don't know how you two teach, your child is really decent, he looks big, he is only five years old, right? Strange to say, since playing with your son, this child has not only lost a lot of weight, but also become more obedient, and when he comes home, he pokes his toys, which is much easier to manage than before. Between the words, it seemed that Zhang Jinyang was an old expert in children's problems, and it sounded as if he was some kind of peerless medicine, and it seemed that the problem of Tangdun'er in the past really bothered her.

Of course, Tang Chuliu was very happy to hear his son being praised, but unfortunately he didn't know what state his son was, and if he wanted to say that it was also the sequelae of the previous three years of stupid illness?

"Hey, how can I educate my children, it's not my old chapter, he said that children's legitimate hobbies can't be cracked down, they should be cultivated, and what do they say that they should respect their own ideas, if they have out-of-the-ordinary ideas, don't fight if they can, be reasonable, and let him know that he has to bear the consequences if he does something wrong. I don't understand, anyway, educating children is a father's business, whether you raise it or not, isn't it the father's fault, and now it's not bad, I'll save trouble, just dress warm and eat enough. Tang Chuliu directly threw the burden to her husband, anyway, he has a high level of culture and can always pull out words.