After being fussed by the group of second-rate men, Zhang Dashuan and his wife did not dare to stay in the town. After cutting a few kilograms of meat in the vegetable market, they hurried home. By the way, they bought some buns from the bun shop to make up for the loss that Zhang Jidong and his brother did not eat dumplings.

"I haven't eaten the dumplings." Zhang Jidong was still a little dissatisfied, and the buns in his hand didn't taste them fragrant.

"When someone in the village goes out, I will ask them to bring a pound of dumpling skin back and we will make dumplings ourselves." Xiao Daidi said.

"Can you make dumplings?" Zhang Jidong was very suspicious.

"What's the difficulty of making dumplings? Isn't it just chopping the meat and wrapping it in dumpling skin? I can do anything difficult," Zhang Jiling said disdainfully.

"But the dumplings you make are not as delicious as those on the street. If everyone makes them so delicious, how can people's dumpling shops eat?" Zhang Jidong said.

"You are so sophisticated at this time. Why didn't you see you so sophisticated at school? Every time you take the last exam, you're so embarrassed." Zhang Jiling said.

Zhang Jidong pouted, thinking to himself that I hadn’t said that my parents were biased to give you all the good things. You said that I have come to me. I made you taller than me, my strength was better than me, and I also made you study better than me. I was really biased.

The more Zhang Jidong thought about it, he became more angry. He chewed the buns hard and bit off half of them in one bite.

Although he had almost lost money, Zhang Dashuan and Xiao Daidi were still very happy. He made more than 1,000 yuan a day. In previous years, this could be equivalent to the money he made in a year.

The whole family was riding in a carriage. When passing by Yang Baosong's house, Yang Baosong's wife Zhang Dashuan's family quickly blocked the road and shouted into the house: "Yang Baosong, come out quickly, Uncle Dashuan and the others are back."

Yang Baosong hurriedly ran out of the house.

Zhang Dashuan didn't know what happened to Yang Baosong and his wife, and was still a little worried, afraid that Yang Baosong would come to ask about the money for buying fish in the morning.

"Uncle Dashuan, are you rushing back from the town? Are your fish sold well in the town?" Yang Baosong said.

"It's so good that everyone is rushing to buy it." Zhang Jiling said.

"Uncle Dashuan, do you have grass carp at home this morning?" Yang Baosong asked.

"It's all sold to the town. Where is it?" Zhang Jiling said.

"Oh, that's a pity. I had known that I would buy you all as a fish today. Secretary Lin from the town said that your fish is very delicious and wanted to buy two to take them back to eat. I didn't expect you to sell them all. Uncle Dashun, when will the fish pond you contracted to dry?" Yang Baosong asked.

"It's only after the pond has been completed, and the fish have been released. At least it will have to wait until next year," said Zhang Dashuan.

"That's a pity. The fish in your house are so delicious, it's better than the fish caught in the river. Secretary Lin and Mayor Gu ate a lot today. They didn't feel satisfied." Yang Baosong said.

"You put more fish in the fish pond, and it would be great if you could sell fish regularly." Yang Baosong said.

"That's raising fish, not blowing balloons, why is that easy?" Zhang Dashuan said.

"That's true." Yang Baosong nodded.

No matter how delicious the fish is, it will take at least several months to grow from a fry to a big fish. Without enough time to nourish it, how can you raise delicious fish?

When he got home, Zhang Jiling urged Zhang Jidong to go fishing in the river and come back to raise it. There were only a dozen kilograms of loaches left behind the house, so he had to put grass carp down quickly. It doesn’t matter whether the loaches are raised or not. Although grass carp is not as expensive as loaches, it is easy to serve grass carp, so just cut some grass every day to feed it. But loaches are a little more troublesome.

When Zhang Jidong was driven to the river by Zhang Jiling in the afternoon, Zhou Qingyong and Yang Decai also ran over.

"You didn't go to class today, have you gone to town with your grandparents?" Zhou Qingyong asked.

"Yes. My pond is dry, and I'm going to sell all the grass carp today. Now, my sister asked me to catch some grass carp and go back to raise it." Zhang Jidong said.

"Your sister is too fierce. You can bear it." Zhou Qingyong said.

Yang Decai also expressed deep sympathy: "You will definitely not be able to get married in the future."

Then Zhang Jidong stopped doing it: "Your sister can't get married." If she really can't get married, wouldn't she have a hard life in the future?

"Jidong, what good things did you eat when you arrived in the town today?" Yang Decai asked.

"I just ate the buns. A group of second-rate men stared at my grandfather's purse and almost stole the money for selling fish in my family. Later, a man came to stand up and beat the group of second-rate men away." Zhang Jidong adapted the morning incident.

Sure enough, the martial arts story is very popular. Yang Decai and Zhou Qingyong were stunned when they heard it, and they never expected to be fooled by Zhang Jidong.

"That person must be a martial arts master, but unfortunately he looks a little cold." Yang Decai said regretfully.

"You know that's a big deal. All martial arts masters know the disguise technique. That martial arts master must have deliberately put on makeup to a second-rate man and successfully penetrated into the second-rate man. When the second-rate man was preparing to commit the crime, he immediately stepped forward and caught the second-rate man in one go." Zhou Qingyong said.

Zhou Qingyong's words enriched Zhang Jidong's imagination, and made the adapted story more and more like the real one, and in the end he believed it.

"Sister, do you think that martial arts master today understands martial arts skills?" In the evening, Zhang Jidong asked his sister.

"Which martial arts master?" Zhang Jiling didn't expect his younger brother to be so escaping.

"It's the uncle who was chivalrous in the morning who helped us get rid of the second-rate man. I should just be a disciple today, so that I can learn peerless martial arts and become a hero when I grow up in the future." Zhang Jidong said.

Zhang Jiling touched his brother's forehead with his hand, and he didn't have a fever.

"Did those second-rate guys be dealt with by your big wolf dog from time to time in the morning? That stingy uncle didn't do anything from the beginning?" Zhang Jiling said.

"What do you know? If you understand the moves of martial arts masters, will they still be called martial arts masters? No, I have to go find him, take him as my teacher, learn peerless martial arts, and grow up to be a hero." Zhang Jidong said.

"Bang!"

Zhang Jiling slapped his younger brother's forehead heavily: "I'll get rid of your stupidity first. If you dare to run away from home, see how I deal with you."

Zhang Jidong stopped talking after being beaten. I don’t know what you think. I’m afraid that I have learned peerless martial arts, so you won’t beat me. Then see how I deal with you. I will spank every day, hit the left in the morning, hit the right in the afternoon, and hit both sides in the evening.

The more Zhang Jidong thought about it, the happier hesitated.

When Zhang Jiling saw it, she was so anxious that she was over. This brother was completely stunned.

Zhang Jidong got up and forgot everything yesterday.

"You won't go to the martial arts master secretly, are you?" Zhang Jiling asked.

"What martial arts master?" Zhang Jidong was very puzzled. Are there any martial arts masters in this world?

Zhang Jiling glanced at his younger brother: "The one who defeated a group of second-rate men yesterday morning."
Chapter completed!