When grandma came back to pick up the panel, she saw Cinnabar playing hopscotch with Ma Xiaofeng in the yard. Her eyes lit up and she clicked her tongue.
"Grandma, this is my brother's classmate, Sister Zhusha, who came to our house to play." Ma Xiaofeng said.
"Hello grandma." Zhusha said hello quickly.
"Hey, that's good." Grandma looked at Cinnabar, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it: "Good boy, come here to play often, treat this as your own home."
"Yeah." Zhu Sha smiled and said, "I will definitely come often."
"Okay, let's have some fun! By the way, we'll make dumplings later and we'll eat them together in the evening."
"No." Zhu Sha shook her head: "I will go back in a while, I can't play too late."
"That's it! Then next time, next time grandma makes noodles, Xiaolong loves them the most. What about you?" Grandma asked.
Xiaolong’s favorite noodles?
Zhusha narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Okay! Next time I try grandma's cooking, it will definitely be delicious."
"Haha, you kid, you have such a sweet mouth." Grandma was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.
"By the way, where are Xiaolong and Xiaojun?" Grandma asked Ma Xiaofeng after not seeing anyone for a long time.
"Xiaojun's pants are torn, and my brother is sewing them for her!" Ma Xiaofeng said.
"Xiaolong sewed his pants?" Grandma was stunned for a moment: "I'll go take a look."
Seeing her grandma's hurried steps, Zhu Sha asked, "Is it unusual for your brother to sew pants?"
"My grandma does all the needlework at home," Ma Xiaofeng said.
"oh?"
Westinghouse.
Chen Jun was lying on the bedside, sticking his butt out, letting the needlework in Ma Xiaolong's hand fly up and down.
Grandma entered the room and saw this scene, and said quickly: "Xiaolong, can you sew?"
"Yes!" Ma Xiaolong turned his head and said, "Grandma, are you done with Xiaojun's work at home?"
"It's almost done. Grandma comes back to get the panel, and your aunt's house will make dumplings to eat." Grandma said, and came over to take a look.
Chen Jun timidly called out: "Grandma."
"Hey! Good boy." Grandma's hands were a little dirty and she didn't touch Chen Jun's little carrot head. She bent down and looked at the pants on her butt, where a plum blossom was blooming.
"Embroidery!?" Grandma was confused: "Xiaolong, when did you learn embroidery?"
"Just this summer, I learned embroidery from an aunt at a tailor shop on Shengli Street." Ma Xiaolong said.
"Why didn't I know?"
"You don't let us touch the needle and thread." Ma Xiaolong said, "I still practiced with hemp rope and sacks!"
"..."
Not much to say, Ma Xiaolong embroidered a plum blossom on the back pocket of Chen Jun’s buttocks. The light-colored shorts Chen Jun wore had a red plum embroidered on it, which was quite conspicuous and beautiful.
Grandma looked at it and clicked her tongue: "The embroidery is really good. I didn't expect my eldest grandson to have such skills."
"Grandma, I have a lot of abilities!" Ma Xiaolong said proudly.
"Do what you can." Grandma was very happy. From now on, the sewing and mending work at home will be left to you.
"No problem. I also learned how to make clothes. I will buy some pieces of cloth during the Chinese New Year and give me all the clothes for our family to wear during the New Year." Ma Xiaolong had just won the LV4 female celebrity. He was in high spirits and took care of everything.
"Okay." Grandma laughed happily, but she didn't take it seriously. She was just teasing her grandson.
"Okay." Ma Xiaolong patted Chen Jun's butt: "Get up! Go show your sisters."
"Yes." Chen Jun breathed a sigh of relief and ran out quickly. After a while, exclamations came from the yard.
Deng Deng Deng——
Ma Xiaofeng ran in: "Brother, I want it too!"
"..."
…
Half an hour later, my parents and grandpa came back. When they saw Zhu Sha, they were all amazed that Ma Xiaolong could bring such a beautiful little girl home, and the way they looked at him was wrong.
Ma Xiaolong felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, like awns piercing his back, and like a lump in his throat... Seeing that it was getting late, he borrowed a three-wheeler from his grandfather and sent Cinnabar home.
My grandfather knew a lot of craftsmanship. He made a tricycle by welding and transforming old bicycles and scrap iron frames. It looks a bit like a Japs driven by Japanese soldiers. The frame on the right rear side can accommodate people.
"Learn from Li Xiangyang. If you don't surrender every day, the enemy will come to arrest me. Hurry up and get into the tunnel. There are guns in the tunnel and kill little RB."
In the evening, all the children in the alley ran out to play. Several children sang clapping songs and had a great time.
Zhusha was sitting in the back seat, and when she heard the clapping song, she laughed and said, "Do we think that the Japs have entered the village?"
"Hush, enter the village quietly, don't ask for a gun." Ma Xiaolong pedaled the tricycle with difficulty while being poor. The tricycle was a bit big for him, and he had to twist his butt back and forth.
After chatting all the way, we soon arrived at the door of Zhusha's house.
Zhusha's house is not far from the school. Turn right and go straight to the intersection between Shengli Street and Gulou Street, the busiest street. Turn left and go straight for a hundred meters. There is another intersection. Turn right and walk for another twenty meters. It looks like
A very new two-story building is the Cinnabar House.
"We're here." Zhusha jumped off the tricycle and said with a smile, "Come in and sit for a while?"
Ma Xiaolong looked in through the door and window. Zhu Sha's house was dark and dim, and it didn't look like anyone was at home.
"No one is at home?"
"My dad comes home late and sometimes doesn't come back," Zhu Sha said.
"What about your mother?" Ma Xiaolong asked.
"..." Zhu Sha smiled and said nothing.
"..." Ma Xiaolong opened his mouth: "What do you usually do when you eat?"
"Buy and eat." Zhusha smiled.
"...If I had known earlier, I would have left you at home to eat dumplings."
"It's okay." Zhu Sha pulled out the key hanging around her neck and said, "The one I bought tastes better."
"That's true." Seeing Zhu Sha open the door, Ma Xiaolong thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll sit down for a while."
Zhusha turned to look at him, smiled and said, "Welcome."
The area of Zhusha's home is not as large as Ma Xiaolong's home, but it is still 150 square meters in size. There is a corridor at the entrance. On the left side of the corridor is a bedroom. Through the corridor is the backyard. There are two rooms behind the backyard, a living room and a living room.
bedroom.
On the right side of the backyard are the stairs leading upstairs. There should be two bedrooms upstairs.
Cinnabar turned on the lights in the living room and bedroom in the backyard. This was her territory.
There is a refrigerator in the living room next to the bedroom, and a gas stove for cooking is also in this room, as well as a dining table and the like, which are three-purpose living room, dining room, and kitchen.
Cinnabar took out a bottle of soda from the refrigerator. There was a nail wedged on the wall next to the refrigerator, and the bottle opener hung on it.
After opening the bottle cap, Zhu Sha handed him the soda: "Please drink the soda."
"Thank you." Ma Xiaolong scratched his head: "I feel embarrassed eating and drinking your food today."
Zhusha chuckled: "You still know!"
"I'm not stupid." Ma Xiaolong took a sip of soda and asked, "You are usually at home alone? Who does the housework?"
"My sister-in-law comes here every three to five to clean up." Zhusha also opened a bottle of soda for herself, and while drinking, she picked up the cooking pot and went to the tap pipe next to it to collect water.
"What are you going to do?" Ma Xiaolong asked.
"There are dumplings made by my sister-in-law in the refrigerator. I'll cook some." Zhu Sha said.
"When you come back to eat frozen dumplings, you might as well eat freshly made dumplings at my house!" Ma Xiaolong said.
Zhusha chuckled: "I have to practice before eating, which is not appropriate in your house."
"Practice?" Ma Xiaolong was stunned.
"Yes." Zhusha took the water, put the pot on the gas stove, and lit it: "I started practicing martial arts when I was three years old, and it has been four years."
"What are you practicing for?" Ma Xiaolong became interested.
"I have practiced a little bit with my fists, feet and weapons." Zhu Sha said: "My fists and feet are mainly Bajiquan, Piguaquan and jab kicks. I have practiced the dragon head guillotine with weapons."
"?" Ma Xiaolong looked confused, "I've heard of Bajiquan and Piguaquan. What is this big guillotine that stabs the heel and the dragon's head?"
"Stab the foot is a kind of leg and kick skill from Yanzhao. After practicing it, I can break six bricks with one kick." Zhusha made two jab movements and said: "I have been practicing for two years, but now I can only break one brick."
brick."
"..." Ma Xiaolong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Doesn't it hurt?"
"You can't be afraid of pain or hardship when practicing martial arts." Zhu Sha said, "If you're afraid, don't practice martial arts."
"Uh, well, you're right." Ma Xiaolong nodded and asked, "Then what is this big guillotine with a dragon head?"
"The dragon-headed guillotine is an unpopular weapon. It was used to kill Japanese soldiers." Zhusha walked to the yard and saw a shelf covered by a rainproof cloth by the window. Zhusha pulled down the rainproof cloth, revealing the Lushan Mountain inside.
true colors.
There is a row of weapon racks, with swords, guns, swords and sticks specially used for martial arts training, and a strange-shaped weapon, more than one meter long, which looks like a large guillotine, but it is hollow in the middle and has a blade below, with a sharp tip at the front and a blade at the back.
It has a hook and can be held in hand.
"This is the dragon-headed guillotine." Zhu Sha picked up this weird weapon and said, "Sir, you can practice the bigger one. I am young, so I can only practice the small one."
"This is not trivial." Ma Xiaolong complained.
This guy definitely has the power of Mr. Bao's three-bit guillotine. It's so thick and long that even Chen Shimei would be at a loss if he didn't use it to guillotine him.