Today's Liaodi can be described as Zhang Qi's order, and everyone in the whole territory does not hesitate to fight to the death, regardless of men, women, old and young, they can dare to fight without asking, not knowing, not knowing.

In this fanatical atmosphere, some people scolded themselves, and they were still seven or eight-year-old children in Mengxue, and Zhang Qi's curiosity came up all of a sudden.

He beckoned.

Dark.

A figure covered in a blue-and-black robe appeared inside.

"Go check it out."

"No."

The figure was hidden in the darkness again, and Zhang Qi looked at Zhang Qian and asked.

"How do you scold?"

Zhang Qian poked his head out from behind Qingling: "They say that my father is not a human!" ”

"Something?!"

"Yes!"

As he spoke, Zhang Qian jumped out from behind Qingling and said dancing.

"They cursed their father while doing problems on the stone table in the playground."

"It's not something that people can come up with!"

"I don't know what questions they did, but I asked the teachers in Mengxue, and they said that the exercises in the book were all made by my father!"

"Didn't they scold their father again?"

"That's why I hit them!"

Zhang Qian looked like he was swearing.

And Zhang Qi smiled a little bitterly at this time.

"That's it?"

"Alas, you are still too young, and when you go to Mengxue, you should be able to understand their mood at that time."

"It seems that I don't blame you for this, you did something wrong."

"Why?!"

Zhang Qian looked unconvinced, and looked at Zhang Qi with a small face.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask your mother."

Zhang Qi smiled and pointed to Qingling, who was watching the play on the side.

The little man's gaze followed his father's finger to his mother.

In the latter's smiling expression, the villain got the answer.

"Am I wrong?"

"Uh-huh."

The two adults nodded at the same time.

"Why?"

"Didn't they scold their father again?"

"Uh-huh."

The two adults nodded at the same time.

Qingling didn't hold back any longer and laughed.

"When you get to learn how to put water in a pool and put water in at the same time, you will also scold your father for not being human."

"Qian'er, this is not scolding, this is urgency, hahaha."

"Then I was really wrong?!"

"Uh-huh."

The two adults nodded in unison again.

Zhang Qi took over the conversation.

"Man, if you are wrong, you have to admit it, but I am still happy in my heart, after all, this is Qian'er's fight for her father."

"I won't criticize you on my side, but if you do something wrong, you have to bear the consequences."

Zhang Qi got up and stretched out his hand towards Zhang Qian.

"Let's go, go and apologize for my father."

"Oh."

The little man lowered his head and took the big hand.

Qingling also got up and followed behind the father and son.

This time, when Zhang Qi came back, he didn't expect that Zhang Qian would make such a fuss about this point.

The little kid was four years old, and secretly followed his brother Jue to Mengxue, and beat three boys who were half his age, and actually won.

Qingling sighed from the heart.

There is a father must have a son, when the father just debuted to beat the Hun Zuoxian King, a hundred horses rushed to thousands of people, this son at the age of four dared to fight three people alone, outrageous is that they all won.

Who is going to reason with this?

Holding that little hand, Zhang Qi was also sighing in his mind.

Since the riding and chopping system established Zhang Qian as the heir, this little man's physical fitness has almost exploded.

Moreover, if it is really the same as the growth system of the game's descendants, then Zhang Qian will be five years old, eight years old, thirteen years old, and seventeen years old to get the opportunity to add points to the system.

This is the most terrifying, Zhang Qi almost imagined what a terrible physical fitness and mind Zhang Qian would have when he became an adult at the age of eighteen.

Good guy, the system panel that I didn't enjoy was inherited by my own son.

Zhang Qi didn't know what to say for a while.

But that's okay, an heir with such physical qualities, as long as he is not assassinated or poisoned, can almost perfectly control all his inheritance.

clenched his hand.

Zhang Qian's eyes kept looking sideways at his father's face.

Although the number of times he has seen his father over the years can be counted on two hands, he actually loves and worships him very much in his heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have beaten up when he knew that the three were scolding his father.

The little man is still young, only four years old, and he does not know what is right and what is wrong, and these need to be taught by the elders who are both fathers and mothers.

Walk on the neat road of Liaodong.

None of the three chose to ride a horse or a carriage.

They are like an ordinary family of three, strolling through the streets at their leisure.

If the figures in the blue-and-black burqas had been able to hide themselves, perhaps no one would have noticed the three people on the street at this moment.

But it's impossible to think about it, not to mention anything else, no one in Liaodi can afford the price of going to Zhang Qi, so the power of security will always be the highest level.

"Dad, if you apologize, do you want to bring a gift?"

Looking at the vendors selling maltose and tangerine peel candy along the street, Zhang Qian swallowed a little.

"Naturally, let's go buy some."

It is not difficult to guess the child's mind, Zhang Qi naturally knows what his son's idea is.

Stopping the vendors who were about to bypass them, Zhang Qi and Qingling bought six packets of candy.

When it was over, Zhang Qi took another piece of kraft paper and wrapped some maltose and tangerine peel candy, and handed it to Zhang Qian, who was a little eager to wear it.

Qingling glared at Zhang Qi, on weekdays, she was most concerned about Zhang Qian's eating sugar.

Nowadays, there are too many raw materials for sugar production in Liaodi, whether it is corn, sweet potatoes, pumpkins are high-quality sugar raw materials, and with the rise of beekeepers in recent years, the amount of sugar obtained by people in Liaoning is also increasing year by year.

Nowadays, the use of malt to make sugar is naturally allowed, and after having sufficient food reserves, Zhang Qi is also happy to see the improvement of the quality of life under his rule.

After all, who doesn't want to live a better life.

He took out seven white dragons from his money bag and handed them to the vendor.

The price of sugar is not low in Liaodi, although the amount of sugar has increased, but as a necessary storage for the war, the direction of sugar is ultimately official.

Half a catty of candy and a white dragon, Zhang Qi bought three catties here, which was used to apologize to the children who were beaten.

And Zhang Qian was actually eating very little, but Zhang Qi still gave half a catty of money, which can be regarded as a little favor for the hawker.

In a thousand thanks, the family of three continued to walk down the street.

The little man was eating the sugar with a sigh, and the sticky maltose filled his mouth, making him speechless.

Looking at his parents who were pacing on both sides and waiting for him, the little man's face was full of smiles.

"Daddy, eat candy."

After eating the maltose, Zhang Qian found that sugar was not a very delicious thing.

At first, I thought it was delicious, but after eating too much, I always felt a little greasy in my throat.

Naturally, his son will not dislike the rest of his parents, Zhang Qi stretched out his hand and ate the tangerine peel candy with a bit of bitterness for children in two or three bites.

Then he wiped his hands and stopped in front of a small courtyard.

(End of chapter)