Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

Zhang Xingwang felt that his idea had been verified, so in order not to delay the check-in, he thought about returning to the courtyard as soon as possible.

When the old grandmother heard this, although she was reluctant to part with her grandson, she still called on her second sister to pack up the remaining two eggs overnight and prepare to take them back so that her grandson could continue to drink chicken soup to nourish his body. She only kept the remaining pheasant eggs, and no matter how Zhang Xingwang tried to persuade her, she couldn't change her mind.

What’s strange is that every time Zhang Xingwang goes to the toilet before going to bed at night to solve physiological problems, the old man accompanies him the whole time.

Zhang Xingwang felt that the old man treated him like a child, and his heart was warmed by this doting.

Just like that, at dawn the next day, the brother and sister left a message saying "Grandpa and grandma, I will come back to see you in two days" and set off on their journey home. This time, it was obvious that the second sister was more talkative than when she came, and she also started chatting with Zhang Xingwang.

But from time to time I looked at the backpack to see what was going on. My silly second sister, are you afraid that others don't know that we have good things? Zhang Xingwang also endured for a long time, and told his second sister about it. The second sister thought for a while and replied:

"I'll listen to you."

But Zhang Xingwang could understand it. It was said that yesterday was the only time that the second sister had eaten meat since she could remember. Although it was only a few small pieces, the second sister ate it very seriously, squinting her eyes and looking very happy.

Seeing his second sister happily eating meat, Zhang Xingwang is now full of motivation.

Zhang Xingwang and his second sister returned home safely before dark. As soon as they arrived at the door, they ran into the third uncle, who was pretending to tend to the flowers and plants. Seeing the second sister's backpack, he hurried over and asked:

"Hey, where did you two go? The backpack looks heavy. Did you get something good?"

"Uncle, my second sister was afraid that I would be bored at home, so she took me to pick wild vegetables. What good things can we get with our family's financial situation?"

Zhang Xingwang looked at the second sister who just lowered her head and said nothing, and then replied. When the third uncle heard this, he put down his hand that was about to help hold the backpack, waved his hand and said:

"Hey, don't talk about your family. Nowadays, everyone's family is having a hard time. Go home with your sister and have some rest."

"I understand, Uncle San. You are busy, so we will go back later."

Zhang Xingwang thought to himself, he is indeed the uncle who would taste the saltiness of the manure carts when they pass by. If I hadn't mentioned my family's conditions, he would have rushed over to see the backpack.

The second sister is also very depressed. She just lowered her head and didn't respond to the third uncle's words. This kind of temper is not good. Living in this courtyard, she must be bullied to death. She must be straightened out when she has time.

While thinking about this, she walked towards home with her second sister. When she entered the door, she saw her mother Wang Xiulan and her younger sister at home, and her fourth sister was cooking porridge in the kitchen under the shed outside.

After entering the house, the second sister put down the backpack and stared at Zhang Xingwang without saying a word. Zhang Xingwang was speechless to the second sister, so he said to Wang Xiulan:

"Mom, after I went to my grandfather's house, I went up the mountain to shoot a gun. I was lucky enough to come across a group of pheasants and shot three. I brought back the remaining two and gave them to me. I wanted to exchange one for something to eat, and stew the remaining one for a snack in the evening."

Wang Xiulan couldn't hide the surprise on her face when she heard this, and said with a smile:

"Are you tired? Go lie down and take a rest. I'll save the pheasants for you. We'll just have corn porridge today. Your fourth sister will prepare it soon."

Then she continued, "I'm so happy that you can talk to me normally now. I'll ask your sister to stew a chicken for you so that you can nourish your body."

Tears started flowing before she finished her words. She wiped her tears and took the chicken to the kitchen.

This scene of crying and laughing caught Zhang Xingwang off guard. He was already seriously ill, and now seeing his son recover, how could he not be happy?

However, Zhang Xingwang looked at the women in the family and decided to share the chicken with them so that they could have some oil and water, otherwise they would really get sick from hunger. He met so many people along the way, but the women in the family looked the worst.

But the second sister also followed Wang Xiulan out, and I could vaguely hear the second sister talking to Wang Xiulan, intermittently. She also mentioned toilet, grandfather, etc. It seemed that she was reporting to Wang Xiulan what happened.

When the eldest sister came back, the family sat around a tattered dining table and prepared to eat. Zhang Xingwang saw that except for his bowl, the rest were corn porridge, and he immediately refused to eat.

"Mom, didn't I just tell you that we should all share this chicken? There isn't much meat to begin with, so at least everyone can get some oil. It's not okay for you to just drink porridge every day. If you do that, I won't eat it."

Under Zhang Xingwang's threat, Wang Xiulan compromised, looked behind Zhang Xingwang and nodded.

"Okay, Mom, I'll go serve the chicken to everyone."

The sudden voice scared Zhang Xingwang. He didn't know when the fourth sister ran behind him. It was said that the fourth sister's presence was a little weak, and he didn't notice it at all.

After dinner, Zhang Xingwang said to Wang Xiulan:

"Mom, I want to go to the pigeon market tonight and exchange the remaining chicken for some food, so that our family can have some porridge, which is better than drinking congee."

"No, the chicken is for you to nourish your body. Besides, it's too dangerous to take the meat to the pigeon market. You have just recovered from your illness, so if you want to go, let your elder sister go."

"How can I go, sister? I am a man after all. It is very dangerous for a woman to walk on the road at night."

"No, only your eldest sister can go."

Wang Xiulan answered firmly. It seemed that the family didn't have much food left, otherwise they wouldn't have compromised so quickly. But how could they let their eldest sister go? It didn't seem appropriate no matter how they thought about it.

"Sister, you've been tired after doing odd jobs all day. Let her take a rest. There's generally no danger in the pigeon market. And you can't let a woman like you walk at night. That's even more unreliable."

Zhang Xingwang wanted to struggle a little more. After all, according to his plan, he would have to go to the pigeon market many times, and maybe even the black market. He thought that his family status was not enough, and he had to get the right to speak for the family. But he always felt that something was missing!

"Brother, it's okay, I'll go. Don't you know, sister? I'll make sure everything is safe."

At this time, the eldest sister was enjoying her chicken soup, and said carelessly when she heard this.

"Yes, let the eldest sister go."

My second sister also rarely interrupted.

Zhang Xingwang felt a bit depressed? Seeing his elder sister drinking chicken soup again without any hesitation, he felt like something was missing.

Just thinking about it, Wang Xiulan said again:

"Third brother, have you forgotten what your eldest sister does every day?"

"Aren't there odd jobs arranged for you on the street?"

"There aren't so many jobs on the street. Your eldest sister is now mainly helping people move, deliver furniture and so on. Don't you know how strong your sister is? If there is anything, she is definitely better than you."

Oops, Zhang Xingwang remembered what he had forgotten. Although his elder sister looked careless and thin, she was born with supernatural strength. When she was about 10 years old, she could arm wrestle her father down. It's just that she doesn't have enough food every day, and I don't know how much strength she has left, but she is still stronger than me.

Are we still competing in personal force now? I still have more than 70 bullets left in my space. If we really talk about combat effectiveness, whether it is within seven steps or beyond, the bullets are always faster, and they are fired in succession. Even Schwarzenegger would have to sing "Conquer" if he came.

Zhang Xingwang was speechless and could only agree for the time being. He would sneak along at night and get to know the place first.

The most important thing now is to quickly expand the space by signing in, so that we can take off with the wind.