"Son, wake up quickly. It's time to have breakfast."
Zhang Heng actually heard his mother calling him to eat in his sleep. How could this be possible? His mother couldn't enter the primitive space. Wait, that's not right. He had already come out. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw his mother sitting by the bed covering him.
Quilt.
Although he had not seen his mother for just one night, to Zhang Heng, it had been several months. He shouted excitedly: "Mom, why are you back? I'll get up right now."
"It's okay, son, please take a nap. Mom will come back to call you later." Mother said dotingly.
"Mom, I'm already awake. Get up right now." Zhang Heng said quickly, guessing that his mother must have something to do with him.
"Okay, you put on your clothes first, and mom will get you some face wash."
After a while, Zhang Heng got dressed and went to the yard. As a result, his mother asked him to sit down and wiped his face. When was the last time? It was the Spring Festival the year before last.
"Like, he is modeled after your father. When he was young, your father was also the best in the village." His mother said cheerfully.
When Zhang Heng heard this, he couldn't help but clenched his fists, but soon relaxed them. One day he would find his father back.
Breakfast was very simple. His mother gave him a bowl of egg noodles. Zhang Heng had not eaten noodles for a "long time", so he ate a big bowl and was quite satisfied.
At this time, the mother said: "Son, let's go, mom will take you to buy a mobile phone. It will be inconvenient for you to have an interview tomorrow without a mobile phone."
Only then did Zhang Heng know the reason why his mother came back at this time, but he was rich now, but he didn't know why he couldn't say the rejection, so he could only happily respond: "Okay, but I don't want it if it's too expensive."
"Haha, it's not expensive. Mom is optimistic about it. It's in the market in front." Mom said cheerfully.
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"Mom, is this the Aifeng Five mentioned in the advertisement?" Zhang Heng asked eagerly holding the phone, but he always felt that it was unrealistic to spend 700 yuan on a famous brand phone. The classmates all said that the Aifeng phone was valuable.
The mother smiled and said: "This is a knock-off product, made in China. When you turn twenty and celebrate your birthday, my mother will buy you a real love style five."
Zhang Heng nodded, but he still didn't quite understand. Isn't the Aifeng mobile phone made in China? Does the country still allow copycats? He still understands that copycats mean fakes.
Later, his mother taught him how to use it, and saved the phone number of his hometown in the village. Of course, his mother's phone number was also saved. Zhang Heng asked his mother why the shop owner didn't give him a waist holster just now, because the men in the village all liked to carry their mobile phones.
Pin it on your belt and waist holster, and when the phone rings, you can flip up your shirt and take out the phone from your waist in a cool way.
"You stupid kid, it's not fashionable to wear a belt on your waist now, you just keep it in your pocket. Haha, now mom is willing for you to go to work and see the world. Although mom is uneducated, she also knows that it is necessary to be disconnected from the outside world.
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Zhang Heng nodded, and he also realized that his knowledge was still based on the opinions passed down by the senior workers in the village, which were many different from those in the city outside.
In the morning, his mother not only took him to buy a mobile phone, but also ordered a steamer base to start a Yeerba business. She called Zhang Heng together and let him get familiar with the market environment.
In the end, I spent 800 yuan to order a steaming stove that uses gas, and also bought two briquette stoves, saying that after steaming, I would use briquettes to keep warm and save gas.
Finally, I went to the wholesale market to order some rice dumpling noodles. After finishing this, I insisted on buying him a new set of clothes, saying they were for work. This morning, my mother spent several thousand yuan, which made Zhang Heng want to get a card.
The idea of getting out the money became more urgent.
His mother went back to the shop. Zhang Heng thought that he would have an interview tomorrow so he didn't go with him. He spared the butcher shop at home and went to buy two butcher knives. Although the family sold pork, they didn't have any knives to kill pigs.
He was not used to using a machete.
I asked the boss for an old newspaper, wrapped the butcher knife and ran back home. I wanted to go to the farmland to practice, but I saw many old people working in the fields during the day, so I had no choice but to go back to the yard.
When he was in high school, his Chinese teacher said something that he agreed with: "Every hero kills a dog!"
There are also many master butchers in the classical Chinese texts in textbooks, such as Chef Ding's knife-killing skills, Jing Ke's dog-slaughter brothers, Nie Zheng, the idol of Sword Master Gai Nie and the famous assassin of the Warring States Period, who also butchered dogs, Zhang Fei and Master Zhang, who butchered pigs, Liu Bang
General Fan Hui is a butcher of dogs, Lord Xinling’s first disciple Zhu Hai is also a butcher of dogs, and many, many more...
Because his mother made money by selling pork and beef, Zhang Heng had a good impression of butchers. His dream when he was young was to become a butcher.
He was really happy to choose the butcher's knife as a weapon. He sharpened the two butcher's knives in the yard. Only then did Zhang Heng hold them in his hands with satisfaction and carefully closed the yard door.
Looking at the time, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning. My sister would come back to cook at noon, leaving him little time.
He stood in the courtyard and closed his eyes for a while, thinking about the results of these days of training in the primitive space. Unknowingly, his hands started to move, and his arms were like spears stabbing out from all angles. However, after only a moment, Zhang Heng became annoyed.
He stopped, and the feeling was still there, but his body refused to obey him. The body outside was much weaker than inside the space, a few blocks away. The only good thing was that he no longer felt fear, and his heart gradually became stronger.
Suddenly I thought of the way I practiced boxing in the past, and tried to daydream, and my arms moved naturally, stabbing out with a knife, and I slowly became more proficient at it from the initial jerkiness...
"KouKou, brother, are you in there? Why is the door closed?"
It was his sister's voice. Zhang Heng came back to his senses. It was already noon in the scorching sun. He felt that his arms were extremely sore. But as soon as his thoughts moved, the butcher knife in his hand stabbed out naturally. Yes, that's it.
The feeling is almost the same as in space. Sure enough, the method of daydreaming is feasible. Not only can you practice boxing skills, but also sword skills.
"Brother, are you in there..."
"Here, brother, open the door right now..." Zhang Heng responded quickly, hid the butcher's knife and went to open the door.
The younger sister stood at the door holding a piece of meat and said, "Brother, mom just said I bought you a mobile phone. Can I take a look?"
Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Of course, I will give you my mobile phone to play with in the afternoon. When I make money, I will buy you a new mobile phone. Well, I will buy a real Aifeng 5."
"Is it the kind in TV commercials?" my sister asked with bright eyes.
Zhang Heng nodded vigorously, "Well, don't worry, I will make a lot of money soon."
As he spoke, he went back to the house and gave his cell phone to his sister. He mentally thought that he would have to prepare some items for the Cuckoo and Spring tribes in the afternoon. In addition, he also had another mystery, which was why the children in the primitive space could not walk, and he
There is another bold idea to confirm...
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