(It seems that it doesn't work if you don't open your mouth, ask for a collection recommendation)

"Xiao Hao doesn't know how to play chess, during this time, I actually taught him to read and write, and I didn't let Ran play these messy things, or I will accompany you for two games?" Seeing that his own kid looked cramped and uneasy in front of the old man, the third uncle, who finally couldn't stand it, hurriedly came up to the round, obviously, the third uncle was also surprised by the old man's sudden move.

"He won't, I'm not teaching him!"

In the past, since the third uncle opened his mouth, the old man would definitely follow his words, but now I don't know what happened to the old man, so he didn't even give the third uncle's face, but gestured the chessboard with the old cigarette pouch and motioned Zhang Hao to follow him to learn.

Seeing the old man's signal, Zhang Hao, who looked a little relaxed, stretched out his little fat hand, and followed the old man's example to put the cannon at the door.

In this way, a game of chess will be played quickly, that is, a bag of cigarettes, the old man will Jiang Jun, and when he saw Zhang Hao also holding the chess pieces to Jiang Jun, the old man who took the chess pieces indiscriminately said come again, and the two fought together again.

Zhang Jie was no longer interested in the chess game behind, and finally glanced at Zhang Hao, who was full of seriousness, and the third aunt who didn't know when to come up to cheer up his son, Zhang Jie quietly withdrew.

Since the old man has consciously begun to test himself and Zhang Hao, it will be easy to do it later, if he is a thirty-year-old uncle, if he can't compare to a five or six-year-old hairy child, then just wipe his neck, and it is a waste of air to live.

In the room, the Wang family was already able to go to the ground, and he was giving Zhang Jie's shoes at the moment, and the Wang family had been accepting these shoes for several days, and sure enough, he didn't hurt his hand in the past two days and stopped, thinking that Zhang Jie should have put on new shoes on his feet.

Because she wanted to leak out of her burned arm, Wang in the room was wearing a single gown, which was also the reason why it was inconvenient for her to go out, Wang's entire right arm had begun to scar slowly, no need to ask, even if the arm was good in the future, there would definitely be a huge scar on it. The scar can't be covered even by wearing long-sleeved clothing, because the scar extends to the back of the hand.

Unless you wear gloves, you can always see the scar.

Wang didn't ask why he boiled water in the kitchen that day, sometimes Zhang Jie would want to explain, but every time he saw Wang's unreserved and trusting eyes, Zhang Jie knew that he didn't need to explain anything, she was his mother, and if she wanted to say that in this world, it was definitely not herself who cherished herself the most, but the cowardly woman in front of her.

She doesn't have the aunt's ability to please people, nor does she have the strength of the third aunt, she is so silently guarding herself, sometimes Zhang Jie also thinks, maybe she already knows the purpose of going to the kitchen to boil hot water, so she won't ask, of course, maybe she doesn't know, but even if it's later, she has never blamed herself.

These aside, one thing is certain, that is, when the third aunt sees herself these days, her eyes are always subconsciously a little dodgy, and there is no longer the viciousness that she hated before, Zhang Jie knows the reason, he keeps these things in mind, and he didn't say it out, the first one is that it will not cause much trouble to the third aunt, at most, the old lady glances at her, but as long as the third uncle is still in the family, as long as the status of the third uncle has not changed, then the third aunt is destined not to be blamed much.

In this case, it is better not to say it, and these things should be kept in mind.

Carrying his own small bamboo basket, Zhang Jie went out, Wang's arm always had to take some medicine, so that it could get better faster, although he didn't remember what medicine had the best effect on burns, but he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be several common herbs that could prevent infection or something, and I remember that if I was injured when I was a child, I just got some herbs and mashed them and applied them to the wound.

Afraid of something wrong, every time he picks herbs, Zhang Jie always experiments with himself first, Zhang Jie's stomach is also burned with a piece of skin the size of a fingernail, which will have broken the skin and begin to scar, picked a few herbs, Zhang Jie first applied it to his belly, first tested the effect, and finally determined that a herb called a sprout has some effects.

This is a kind of grass with jagged barbs around it, when Zhang Jie came, he heard his grandmother mention it, saying that it was a sprout, as for what the world is called, Zhang Jie really can't figure it out, after all, he is not studying these, that is, he recognizes some common flowers and plants, and he can't name them if he is a little eye-catching.

But no matter what, since I know that this kind of grassland is somewhat useful for burns, this is enough, as for the others, the name, medicinal properties, or something, it becomes less important, Wang's arm burn area is relatively large, so it needs a lot of herbs, and this kind of sprouts are not easy to find, anyway, the whole village has basically been turned around, and everything that can be dug has been dug up, and now if you want to find it, I'm afraid you have to go to a farther place.

It's okay, it's not just running more legs, it's time to grow your body, and it's always good to exercise more.

With a small bamboo pole in his hand, he went out.

When I got out of the village and came to the stream, I saw a little girl under a big tree, putting her feet into the stream and fluttering, and before Zhang Jie could walk in, he saw the little girl who pouted and immediately got up, and then said with a little dissatisfaction:

"Why is it so late today? Don't you usually come here after lunch? ”

"Something is delayed!" replied softly, walked to the stream and washed his face, and saw that Ling Yue, who was carrying a small bamboo basket, had already gone on the road.

"You'd better put on your shoes, the road where we're going this time is uneven, there are a lot of stones on the road, if you don't put on your shoes, it hurts to stick to your feet."

Zhang Jie, who was lazily following the little girl, didn't speak, a thick layer of cocoons had already been ground out under his feet, and he didn't feel anything at all, so Zhang Jie didn't care about the little girl's warning.

Lingyue, a little girl, is obviously much more familiar with the situation in the nearby villages than herself, according to herself, there was nothing to do in the past, she always carried her own small bamboo pole on her back, and then went all over the mountains to pick wild flowers.

Well, this girl carrying a small bamboo basket on her back is not a kind of beating weeds, picking wild vegetables or something to supplement the family, she is purely idle and has nothing to do, and walks around casually.

From the fact that this girl can bring herself egg rolls, pastries and snacks every day, Zhang Jie knows that although this girl is not the daughter of a big family, her family background is also solid, and it is by no means comparable to her own family for a month and a half.

Of course, if you want to eat these delicious pastries, Zhang Jie must also have to pay something, such as telling stories to the little girl every time.

Journey to the West has been finished, yesterday just finished talking about the four masters and apprentices to obtain the true scriptures, as for the grievances between the Monkey King and the Buddha, well, in the end, it ended with an earth-shattering battle, naturally, the Monkey King with the Ruyi golden hoop stick won a complete victory.

As for the unlucky Buddha, in Zhang Jie's story, the Buddha was unlucky, and finally the old monk knelt at the feet of the great sage and kowtowed and begged for mercy, and Ling Yue, the little girl, let the Buddha go and his old man.

"Hey, you say, the Great Sage is so powerful, do we have to find an opponent for the Great Sage? It's certain that the world is invincible or something, but if there is no decent opponent, it will definitely not be able to show the power of the great sage, so if the Buddha is forgotten, a villain who can only use despicable means, Erlang God? Forget it, Erlang God is too ugly, and he panics when he looks at it with three eyes or something, or let Red Boy be the opponent of the Great Sage? That little kid looks like that, otherwise Nezha would be ......! ”

Along the way, there was the sound of girls chattering.

Zhang Jie, who was holding a bamboo basket in his hand, couldn't help but sigh, this story of the great sage, I'm afraid it's still early before the end!