Rebirth: The Shura Field of the Two Slag Gongs

On New Year's Day of this year, there was a severe snow disaster in Huaxia, which was rare in a century.

He Yan sent He Jinming and Shen Changgeng away before the snow disaster came. When the father and son said goodbye at the airport, He Jinming hesitated to speak.

"Dad, don't worry, I will handle it well, and I won't let Zhou Yancheng and Shen Qun clash again."

He Jinming nodded and went to the ticket gate first.

Shen Changgeng sighed softly, this elder who also regarded He Yan as his own son just patted him on the shoulder and said: "Come back during the Chinese New Year, let your aunt make delicious food for you."

He Yan nodded his head heavily, but bit the tip of his tongue when Shen Changgeng turned around. There are not many people in this world who dig their hearts out for He Yan, and the Shen family has three of them.

Even if he broke up with Shen Qun in the previous life, every year when he returned to Wuhe, he still had to go to Shen's house, and the red envelope given to him during festivals was always the same as that of Shen Qun.

Isn't such a warm and sound family what He Yan has been longing for all this time?

This kind of blessing will not happen again and again, he should cherish the blessing.

Zhou Yancheng and Shen Qun were recovering from their wounds in peace. As long as the two of them didn't meet each other, the whole world would be at peace.

On New Year's Day, the blizzard arrived as scheduled.

A certain government compound, Zhou residence.

In the study, Zhou Yancheng was standing by the desk, looking down at his grandfather Zhou Zhenshan writing a picture.

"What's wrong with your face?" Zhou Zhenshan didn't raise his head.

"Fight with someone." Zhou Yancheng told the truth.

Zhou Zhenshan snorted, seeming to find it amused: "It's rare to hit you in the face."

"Grandpa doesn't care about me at all."

"Rough skin and thick flesh, it can't be broken."

Zhou Zhenshan put down his pen, Zhou Yancheng took a step forward, picked up the calligraphy and looked at it carefully, the four words "Compassion does not hold soldiers" full of pen and ink are strong and powerful, and the air of a king rushes towards his face. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"Don't look, you can't tell that you are ugly even with your eyes full of copper." Zhou Zhenshan sat down on the rattan chair, raised the teacup in his hand, and lifted the tea lid. open.

Zhou Yancheng's eyes lit up: "'King of Wuyi'!"

Zhou Zhenshan raised his eyelids: "What? When did you understand tea?"

In the past, Zhou Yancheng did not understand tea, but four years later, Zhou Yancheng tried his best to search for famous tea in the world, because He Yan liked to drink it.

Zhou Yancheng salivated with a shy smile: "Grandpa, do you still have this tea?"

The old man almost sneered: "Do you have any good things? You even miss my little tea!"

"There are only four Dahongpao trees in the Jiulong Nest, and the annual tea production is less than ten taels. Only you, Grandpa, can have this treasure in the country." Zhou Yancheng stalked the drawers of the cabinet next to the desk with a pair of thieves, Wondering which drawer this tea will be hidden in.

"Hmph," the old man stroked the tea lid slowly, "It's better to speak beautifully than to be beautiful, and it's better to do things beautifully than to speak beautifully. All these good things don't come out of thin air."

Zhou Yancheng understood: "Don't worry, grandpa, grandson will never lose your face."

"My old man's face is nothing more than a piece of skin. There is nothing to lose." The old man stood up, walked to the world map hanging on the wall, and stopped to stare. "It's just that I often dream about your great-grandfather recently. Very happy, always complaining to me."

"What's wrong with grandpa? It's all our juniors' fault." Zhou Yancheng bowed his head respectfully.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, Zhou Zhenshan nodded, Zhou Yancheng went to open the door, and his father Zhou Guangzan walked in.

Zhou Zhenshan glanced at his son lightly, but was not stopped, and continued:

"Your great-grandpa had three major hatreds in his life. The first was that your great-grandfather had no filial son in his hospital bed, and the second was that your great-grandmother had not returned home until she died. With the first two, I, as a son, and you, as grandsons and great-grandchildren, are powerless—" Zhou Zhenshan shook his head lightly and sighed.

Zhou's father and son both knelt down:

"Son is useless."

"The grandson is incompetent."

Zhou Zhenshan's voice sounded like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning: "The third hatred is the loss of the souls of the heroes of the Golden Island!"

Zhou Yancheng's heart skipped a beat.

His great-grandfather led the army to attack Jindao back then, but his success was on the brink of failure. Countless heroes died on the isolated island, and their bones have not been sent back to China so far.

It is not difficult to fight against Jindao, but the difficult thing is to confront the Western Continent countries that support Jindao in the confrontation with China.

To put it bluntly, in today's world, gold and yuan are weapons that are far more lethal than missiles, missiles, and nuclear weapons.

Zhou Zhenshan turned around: "Why are you kneeling, get up."

Zhou Yancheng first reached out to help his father, and then stood up by himself.

"Do you know why I called you here today?" Zhou Zhenshan held a teacup and walked slowly beside his son and grandson.

"I know." Zhou Yancheng replied in a low voice, "Grandpa just needs to be at ease, grandson doesn't dare to make mistakes if he is not fully sure."

"Everything is done with full confidence, then nothing can be done in this world." Zhou Zhenshan looked at Zhou Yancheng with a pair of hale and hearty eyes, "Since you have full confidence, then you must not miss it."

"Yes." Zhou Yancheng nodded, his eyes sparkled, "But grandpa, if grandson succeeds, how will grandpa reward me?"

"Hmph!" Zhou Zhenshan snorted, "Didn't you set your sights on me, the 'King of Wuyi'?"

Zhou Yancheng said with a smile: "Grandpa led the army back then, didn't he know that rewarding meritorious service is a taboo for military strategists?" @无限好文，全在晋江文学城

"Hmm!" Zhou Guangzan warned his son not to push his nose on his face.

"What do you want?" Zhou Zhenshan asked interestingly. Is there anything this grandson can't get?

"I want grandpa to give me a blank imperial decree. Whenever I need it, grandpa must promise me one thing unconditionally." Zhou Yancheng had a foolish smile on his face, but his palms were sweating. However, despite his ambition and righteousness, the source of his determination to achieve such hegemony was a promise made by the Clan Chief Zhou.

"Nonsense!" Zhou Guangchan scowled.

"You hozen!" Zhou Zhenshan scolded with a smile, "I can't agree to this request. If you want to poke a hole in the sky in Kyoto tomorrow, I have to follow you?"

"Then how can it be! What I asked grandpa to promise will only be closely related to myself, and will never involve the morality of the family and the country!" Zhou Yancheng raised his palm and vowed.

Zhou Zhenshan looked at the grandson thoughtfully.

A hundred-year-old family has come through the ups and downs, and Zhou Yancheng's generation has only such a male seedling. The whole family is working hard to pass the burden on him, and he has indeed lived up to everyone's expectations.

An elite child cultivated through three generations of efforts, outsiders praised him for his extraordinary talent and also lamented his surly temper, but only the Zhou family knew that this child grew up to be what he is now in accordance with the interests of the family.

He must have both means and talents, abandon kindness and empathy, do not do evil for small good, and regard family interests above all else. Children born in such families have gained more than others since they were young, and they have lost more .

He is still a homosexual, and he doesn't even have the human ethics of normal people. Zhou Zhenshan is not without love and apology for his only grandson.

As soon as he learned of Zhou Yancheng's plan, even the chief who could not change his face before Mount Tai collapsed couldn't help but lose his composure. No one dared to think that Zhou Yancheng had such an idea. By the time he and Zhou Guangzan wanted to stop it, Zhou Yancheng's people had already arrived in Dongzhou.

Zhou Guangzan issued an edict not to allow him to mess around, but Zhou Yancheng insisted on "not granting the order of the emperor outside the country". He was determined to kill first and play later.

Zhou Zhenshan pondered for a long while: "Even if it is about merit and deeds, it will be up to your victorious class teacher to talk about it!"

Zhou Yancheng jumped out of the study almost happily, and Zhou Guangzan worried: "Father, should we discuss with the Headquarters about the attack on the Xizhou currency—"

Zhou Zhenshan raised his hand to signal his son to stop talking. The old man's hale and hearty eyes flashed with thousands of emotions, and finally he only sighed in a deep voice: "This child is born to be a hero, and his ambition is so ambitious. It is the luck of the Zhou family and the luck of Huaxia. I am imprisoned and bear the eternal infamy. The plan is done, and the arrow is on the string, so I can only do my best. Guangzan, I have three sons and two daughters in my life, but this grandson is the only one who is like me. My old Zhou family is a good boy!"

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On the snow-covered Ten Mile Long Street, cars were driving slowly.

Zhou Yancheng urged Lao Qin again: "Drive faster!"

Lao Qin had a bitter face: "Boss, it's not safe to drive fast in such heavy snow!"

"It's twelve o'clock soon, on the first day of the new year, I must see Yanyan!"

"Safety first--"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The gas pedal of the car slammed, carrying Zhou Yancheng's heart with wings, speeding towards the hospital.

He Yanzheng and Shen Qun made a snowman downstairs in the hospital.

Goose feathers and heavy snow were falling. He Yan and Shen Qun were wearing thick down jackets, standing downstairs in the inpatient department. .

The snow boots made a crunching sound when they stepped on the fresh snow. Shen Qun liked this sound the most. He stepped on it several times until He Yan scolded with a smile: "Do you still have a sense of public morality, you big pig's hooves? The snow is pleasing to the eye Yes, it was all ruined by you!"

Shen Qun laughed, formed two big snow balls, and shouted: "Xiao Yan, you get two heads, and leave the rest to me!"

He Yan made two small snowballs, and stood next to Shen Qun with one of them in his arms, waiting to pile the small snowballs on top of the big snowball.

Zhou Yancheng got out of the car at this time.

The snow-white world was like a dazzling white light flowing quickly, dazzled Zhou Yancheng's eyes, it was more dazzling than the white light, it was He Yan who smiled at Shen Qun like a spring flower blooming.

"Xiaoyan, go pick some cockleburs, and you'd better find some carrots!"

"Where can I find carrots?!" He Yan yelled as he ran away.

"Look for branches if you don't have carrots!" Shen Qun yelled, "Don't run and fall—"

"You think I'm you—" He Yan's voice came from afar.

Zhou Yancheng didn't know why, he who had never been afraid of anything, suddenly turned around hastily, opened the car door and sat in again, or rather, hid in.

Old Qin sighed helplessly.

Zhou Yancheng greedily watched He Yan rush back through the window glass, holding a pile of dead branches in his arms, he glued the cockleburs to his clothes, Shen Qun picked them off one by one, and the two glued the cockleburs to his clothes. Make eyes on the snowman, use branches to make a nose, and finally take off their scarves to wrap around the snowman.

The two white and fat snowmen cuddled closely, He Yan and Shen Qun looked at each other with their hips on their hips, smiling very happily.

Zhou Yancheng searched hard in his memory, did He Yan have such a happy moment by his side?Have you ever laughed so indulgently?

He was not afraid of Shen Qun, he just wanted to keep He Yan's smile longer, he knew that once he appeared, he would only form a confrontation with Shen Qun, and in the end it would be He Yan who was exhausted and helpless.

It is always good to make He Yan happy for a moment.