Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

"Young Master, slow down."

Li Tieniu, nicknamed Niu Niu, has been following the young master as a servant for three years this year.

The round little master has grown up, and he is still the round little master.

He is still a very flexible young master.

However, Li Tieniu didn't even look at himself and realized that he was also round, or it could be said that everyone in the Zhang family from top to bottom was round.

His mother said that the Zhang family had such good masters and butlers, it was like pie in the sky, the kind that was impossible to come by.

When they met, they had to be more loyal to the Zhang family and also burn incense to their ancestors, as their ancestors must have worked very hard.

They must burn more gold ingots for their ancestors.

The servants of the Wang family were very envious of them, and Li Tieniu would always be very proud when passing by them.

Which servants eat, drink and sleep as well as they do?

He also learned to read and write, and Li Tieniu could even write his own name.

The young master went to school. Except that he was unhappy at the beginning, he was fine later.

Because the master and his friends speak Northeastern dialect, and Li Tieniu and his friends speak Shaanxi dialect.

But this is Shanghai, and they speak Shanghainese.

The young master doesn't understand.

You come and go.

Weird.

Zhang Yecheng said that he didn't know how to say that either. Butler Wang said, "Don't look at me, I don't know how to say that either. I'm also from the Northeast."

They can only understand Shanghainese but cannot speak it.

Not to mention the Li family.

When I’m excited, I like to say “Oh my God!”

So I, a small official, could only fend for myself as I watched the adults around me.

There are so many damn dialects.

Sometimes when he got excited, he would say these three remarks and Zhang Yecheng would laugh so hard that he bent over.

Anyway, except for the small official who was unhappy, everyone was happy.

They thought the young master's speech was really funny.

But children learn to speak quickly.

It will be in a few months.

Zhang Yecheng saw that his child liked to win people over with virtue, and if he was disobedient, he also knew a little bit of martial arts, which were all taught by Zhang Yecheng and Uncle Wang.

However, I usually beat people as my uncle taught me, otherwise I would beat people to death if I followed what my father taught me.

Dad said that what he taught were the vital points and they should not be hit randomly.

Butler Wang: . . . .

Then don't teach me. After thinking about it, I think it's better to learn more. It's better for others to die than for the master to die.

After attending a Chinese-style school, I went to a modern-style school.

"This dress is pretty nice."

Zhang Yecheng looked around and found that his child was indeed the prettiest one and looked good in whatever he wore.

"Dad, I'm grown up now. You can't call me by my nickname anymore. You have to call me Changqing."

Butler Wang was the first to respond, "Okay, Master Changqing."

The three members of the Li family also said in unison, "Okay, Master Changqing."

The little master has grown up, he is shy now, and he wants to be famous.

Zhang Yecheng patted his shoulder and said, "Our Changqing has grown up."

A horse's head popped out of the window. It was Zhuifeng. It also started to bark as if in agreement.

Changqing ran over and touched his head. Both the man and the horse were very happy.

"Come back to eat longevity noodles, Changqing."

"Coming, Dad."

Every day today is the same as every birthday before, everyone is around me.

The Li family also went downstairs to eat. They had their own small kitchen.

Thanks to the young master, they have delicious food again today.

"Mom, it would be nice if Master could have a birthday every day. This is a cake. It's very expensive."

Cuihua patted her son's hand and said, "My silly son, it's good enough to have something to eat. Many people have never eaten cake."

Li Tieniu murmured in his heart, that’s right.

The young master would buy it whenever he had time, and he ate a lot of it. It was just that the thing was soft and looked big but tasted small.

But he still likes to eat pig's trotters the most, and the ones made by his mother are the best.

Changqing was also gnawing on the pig's trotter.

"Aunt's cooking is delicious."

"If it tastes good, just eat more."

Zhang Yecheng has a big appetite, and so does housekeeper Wang.

Not to mention Changqing, that little brat is eating me out of house and house.

Fortunately, Zhang Yecheng had a lot of money and often went out in the middle of the night to rob the rich and give to the poor.

He accepted money from those who were not good people.

So the food at the Zhang family is quite good.

Even Li Tieniu's parents were very happy after eating, and they both said that their lives were very good now.

You don't have to go out to work, just clean, watch the house, trim the flowers and plants, and cook.

The masters are not mean people.

They felt that their family lived better than the landlord's.

Landlord: . . .

NO, I have not.

You are capitalists.

The long learning career will also experience twists and turns. The Qing Dynasty is gone, the Republic of China is here, someone becomes president, someone starts a revolution, and the evergreens in the wave look at this and that, and they all seem to be right.

Their original intentions are all correct, they all want to become strong countries, but each path is different.

They are risking their lives to make trial and error for this country, hoping to find a smooth path forward.

So Zhang Yecheng felt a headache when facing Chang Qing who said he wanted to start a revolution.

"Dad, all my classmates are going, so I'll go too."

"Changqing wants to go."

"Dad said he didn't agree, why didn't you listen? Dad is more important or classmates are more important."

Zhang Changqing: . . .

I didn't expect he would encounter such a problem.

"Dad is important, and so is the revolution."

"Oh, you're not worried that you'll be shot during the revolution, and your father will die before you."

"Dad, Changqing can't do that. Changqing is very powerful."

"Yes, Changqing is very powerful. Bullets know you. They will turn around when they see you. They won't hit you, but others."

Zhang Changqing puffed up his cheeks, he couldn't argue with his father.

Butler Wang had already closed the door and left.

So, Master Changqing, there is nothing I can do to help you.

Changqing looked at Uncle Wang who was slipping away and snorted twice.

The father and son sat on the sofa, one on the left and one on the right, neither saying a word.

Finally, Zhang Yecheng sighed.

"Changqing, you should go to Germany to study and learn how to make weapons. Just think about it. If we have our own guns and cannons, we can drive out the invaders instead of just rushing in with nothing but passion."

"You are a future weapons expert. This contribution will be huge. The role you can play will be greater than what you are doing now."

Changqing thought about it carefully and found that his father was right.

It turns out that my naive and silly son is so easy to fool.

"Li Tieniu, come with him, he will cook for you."

The food abroad, well, is really not tasty. The Chinese stomach is really not used to it.

Seeing that his father was so thoughtful, Changqing started to cling to him again. The main reason was that he was nervous about leaving his father to go abroad for several years. He had never been away from his family for such a long time.

He was still a big baby, and at this time he didn't have the feeling of raising his neck like when he talked about going to revolution.

Li Tieniu loves to eat so he learned a lot of dishes from his mother.

He also ate a lot of food with the young master outside, so there was no problem.

The young master's appetite is protected by me.

Of course when he went abroad he knew what was lacking there. Everything was lacking, even the seasonings.

Li Tieniu could only wander around the back mountain by himself.

He relived his childhood experience of digging wild vegetables.