"You little broken child, you have bought enough New Year's goods at home, why do you buy so many things? Where did you get the money? Did your father secretly give it to you?"

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, when he saw Zhang Quyi carrying a large bag, his mother grabbed his ear and interrogated him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Qu shouted loudly: "Don't, I didn't buy the thing, it was Jiang Ying and Chu Nan who bought it to honor your old man." ”

"Look at you, this little broken child, you don't know any etiquette, how can you let other girls break the bank, why don't you ask me for money when you go out. Xue Cuilan said.

Jiang Ying smiled: "Aunt Cui, we came to the door empty-handed today, and we should make up for it now." ”

Xue Cuilan couldn't close her mouth happily, and said angrily: "Ouch, Xiaoyi, look at how sensible other people's daughters are, Xiaoying Xiaonan, you don't have to bring anything to your aunt's house in the future, you know?"

Zhang Quyi couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "You want people to come back!"

"Why are you talking kid, don't you move things in!" Xue Cuilan raised her hand to fight, and Zhang Qu slipped into the courtyard early in the morning.

"This broken child is underwhelming!" Xue Cuilanle said to the two girls: "You two come in quickly, you will be able to eat soon." Why don't you all stay in our house for the New Year......"

Jiang Ying: "......"

Chu Nan: "......"

As soon as Zhang Qu entered the courtyard, he saw that his father Zhang Wendao was fighting with Yin Wending, while his grandfather was watching with a pipe in his mouth.

Both of them used Tai Chi, but seeing that you were coming and going, my father was on par with Yin Wending.

Zhang Quyi almost even fell out of his eyes, I damn it, the father who dares to be bored is the most hidden in our family, he has been his son for more than ten years, and he didn't even know that he was so powerful, and I never saw him play Tai Chi in my impression.

At this time, the two people in the field suddenly separated, and a wave of qi that could be discerned by the naked eye surged around, blowing the open mountain robe next to him to hunt.

Yin Wending laughed and said: "Sure enough, the tiger father has no dogs, and the Tai Chi that asks the question has been perfected." ”

Zhang asked, hugged his fists and said, "False praise, the little nephew is far inferior to Yin Lao." ”

Although he checked the genealogy, Zhang Quyi was indeed the same generation as Yin Wending, but considering the age, in the end, Lao Dao still had a relationship with Yin Wending's equals, and Zhang Daodao called himself his little nephew.

Yin Wending smiled: "The virtuous nephew is too modest, you just didn't do your best." ”

"I've done my best!" Zhang asked bluntly.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yin Wending's eyes, although they didn't get along for a long time, they also understood Zhang Wendao's temperament, since he said that he had tried his best, he must have tried his best, but he competed with Zhang Quyi that day, and he was clearly not an opponent, and all the moves used by that kid were obviously richer than Zhang Wendao's.

It is understandable that the blue is better than the blue, but the martial arts moves are passed from father to son, and the son should not know more than Lao Tzu.

Zhang Qu was about to show his stuffing at a glance, and he didn't know what excuse to prevaricate for a while, so he hurriedly applauded and shouted: "Wonderful, dad is awesome, the old man is even more awesome, let's be tired, let's go into the house and have a cup of tea." ”

After such a distraction, Yin Wending didn't delve into it anymore, and went into the house to drink tea and chat. It wasn't until after lunch that Yin Wending took Jiang Ying and Chu Nan to say goodbye and leave, and Xue Cuilan also stuffed a big red envelope for each of the two girls.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

The sound of firecrackers in Xiaohe Village comes and goes, and the naughty children wear new hats and new clothes, carry lanterns through the house to play, and ask for the New Year's red envelopes, which is peaceful and festive everywhere. However, the once prominent village secretary's compound was deserted and gloomy on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the millions of firecrackers lit on time at midnight on Chinese New Year's Eve in the past few decades were gone.

Since the accident of the three brothers of the Zhang family, the third daughter-in-law returned to her parents' house with her only son, and the second little wife simply ran away, and only the old family was left behind in the huge courtyard. The "wealthy family" that has dominated Xiaohe Village for decades collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, it is absolutely impossible for the Zhang family to make a comeback, because the eldest Zhang Deren was dismissed from his post the day after he entered the hospital, and then he was found to have liver cancer, and he did not have long to live; the second child gathered to gamble, illegally lent money, kidnapped and ransom, illegally possessed guns, injured and imprisoned others, and it seemed that he would have to spend the rest of his life in prison; not to mention the third child, who deliberately killed people, illegally possessed guns, and forcibly X underage girls, was directly announced to be executed in the autumn of the second year.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, some people were happy and some were worried, and on a barren mountain dozens of miles away from Xiaohe Village, a group of five people were standing at the entrance of a thief cave in an ancient tomb, led by a middle-aged Taoist priest who set up a stall on the streets of Longquan Town yesterday.

"Team leader, this is confirmed to be a stronghold of the Three Evil Sect's Yin Sha Sect, but it has been destroyed, and it is not clear who did it. The speaker was a young woman of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, plump and bewitching, with a smoky eye, and suddenly she did not look like a serious woman.

The middle-aged Taoist priest said lightly: "Our task is to exterminate the Three Evil Sects, since this stronghold has been destroyed, then the task is completed, and there is no need to investigate what anyone has done, so as not to attract dissatisfaction in the art world." ”

"Yes, team leader!" the young woman said delicately, which made another old woman with a snake-headed cane roll her eyes.

The middle-aged Taoist said again: "By the way, Houzi, can that Zhang go to find out the details?"

The thin monkey-like man smiled and said: "I found out, a native of Xiaohe Village, Longquan Town, is in his third year of high school, and his ancestors seem to have some origins, a descendant of Zhang Songxi in the Ming Dynasty." This kid's grandfather is called Zhang Kuohai, and he can be regarded as a number one. ”

The middle-aged Taoist said with a slight emotion: "Oh, but Zhang Kuohai, who was known as the Southern Kuohai back then?"

The thin monkey nodded and said: "Exactly, when the Japanese invaded, Zhang Kuohai occupied the mountain as the king in southern Fujian, and a gossip knife killed the Japanese traitors, and he can be regarded as a well-known figure, and Qin Tieshan, the stick king of Liaodong, is called the South Wide Sea and the North Iron Mountain, but unfortunately he later died under the heavy artillery of the Japanese army.

At the beginning of liberation, Zhang Kuohai's son Zhang Kaiyin committed an accident, changed his name to Zhang Kaishan and fled to Qingshi. This old boy did not learn Taijiquan Bagua Knife from Zhang Kuohai back then, but practiced the Mighty Eagle Claw Gong, but he did not dare to show his martial arts easily after living in seclusion. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest said regretfully: "The descendants of Songxi Gong, the anti-Japanese hero, it is a pity that the ancestors have committed crimes for three generations. By the way, what did Zhang Kaishan do?"

After the liberation, Zhang Kaishan opened a martial arts gym in Fu City, but he was young and energetic and beat to death the person who came to kick the gym. The old boy dismissed his disciples that day, fled into the mountains overnight, and later went north to Qingshi to take root. Due to the age, all the case files of that year were lost, and our people wasted a lot of effort to find out. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest pondered for a moment before saying, "Let's observe for a while, let's go." ”

Zhang Quyi, who was dozens of miles away, didn't know that he was almost absorbed into the public gate, and he was still sitting in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala with his mother.