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

After all the trouble, he returned home and asked his family members who wanted to go back to the village, and he decided to go back.

After hearing this, Wang Xiulan immediately expressed her desire to go back for a walk, and quickly went to change her clothes with the cheering little girl. It seemed that she was preparing to return home in glory and show off.

The fourth sister thought it was a little unusual that her eldest sister was still thinking, but she still decided to go and find out in the village what such a large slingshot was used for.

By the way, let’s see if I can find some clues about my brother. After all, he often goes to the village, so there must be something fishy going on.

When everyone was packing up, the second sister came over and said to Zhang Xingwang slowly and softly:

"Brother, I won't go. It's getting hot. I'll make you some shoes at home. You seem to have grown taller. I don't think you can wear the shoes you used to wear. I'll measure the soles for you again. I've carefully looked at Aunt Jia's stitches. I'm sure the ones I make this time will be no worse than hers."

After saying that, she looked at Zhang Xingwang with anticipation, as if she was afraid that her brother would dislike her cooking skills. Zhang Xingwang quickly agreed.

It seems that the few times I wore Jia Zhang's shoes put my second sister under a lot of pressure, and she felt that she disliked her craftsmanship. I can't let my second sister feel wronged. After all, my second sister's shoes are often available and the speed is fast. Jia Zhang's efficiency in making shoes is too slow, and it's hard to say whether they are often available.

In the end, the eldest sister made an unusual decision not to go, and said with a blushing face that she had to work overtime at the company. Seeing her embarrassed look, Zhang Xingwang didn't say anything and could only let the fourth sister, a reserve team member, take over.

There were just two bicycles. Zhang Xingwang dragged the fourth sister, and Wang Xiulan dragged the little girl. The group packed up simply and set off.

There was nothing unusual on the way, but he couldn't stand the fourth sister's constant indirect questions and he would become possessed by the spirit of drama whenever she said a few words.

She said softly and tenderly something like "her brother doesn't like her anymore, and that he is annoyed with her" and so on, and she kept making sarcastic remarks from time to time, making me think that it was Bai Xiaoya sitting in the back. It was totally outrageous.

After arriving at the old man's house, Zhang Xingwang skillfully spun and jumped in front of the old lady. Looking at the old couple tidying up the vegetable patch in the yard, he did not intend to help. Instead, he asked Wang Xiulan to push the bicycle and go out with him.

The main reason was that there were too many things to bring home this time, and there was no room for people on two bicycles, so he simply found an excuse and said that they were delivered by his accomplices and picked them up nearby.

After the mother and son left the house, the fourth sister started to pester the old man with questions, and soon the two of them obviously had common topics.

The fourth sister looked at the old man tinkering with the vegetable garden and asked quietly:

"Grandpa, have you noticed that my brother is sometimes mysterious?"

The old man perked up when he heard this, and immediately exclaimed that he was not alone in his path. He looked at the little girl in front of him with a look of satisfaction, thinking that she was indeed his granddaughter, and that he had someone to carry on his legacy...

He immediately put down his hoe, asked his granddaughter to find a cool place, and whispered:

"You've also noticed. Don't you know how I managed to get through these past few days? I almost thought I was really old and blind...

The last time your brother came here, he suddenly ran into the mountains and dug a hole to look for bamboo shoots. You don’t know which hole it is…”

Halfway through, seeing the look in his granddaughter's eyes that said "Is this abnormal?", he almost jumped up in anxiety. He quickly pointed at the vegetable rack and added, "Is this abnormal?"

"What's strange is that he gestured at the rack for a long time before he left, but he didn't want it even when I gave it to him. Didn't he want a few grape plants? Did he build the rack at home?"

"How many grape plants? I don't grow grapes at home!"

The fourth sister collected some information and immediately jumped for joy. This matched the large slingshot. The grapes and the shelf must be a trick that her brother came up with to conceal his actions in the future.

And there must be some unexpected connection between the two, so I quickly asked the old man about all the details, and after a long time, I still couldn't figure it out...

As for what the old man said later about the magical bag and his brother's nonsense.

Ever since she discovered the slingshot, the fourth sister no longer believed in punctuation marks and casually told the old man that she had read it wrong.

I thought that the old man was mentally deficient and had little culture, so he was thinking about weird things. I am an educated scholar and a staunch materialist, so how could I believe such nonsense?

People who had never seen a gun before thought it was a magical weapon, and they splashed black blood on the gun and pasted yellow talismans on it. My brother must have used some method that I didn't expect, or a complicated sleight of hand, and with the help of various people, he completed these seemingly impossible things, giving the old man an illusion.

After all, my brother is definitely not alone. He might have a lot of accomplices. Isn’t that what the storybook says?

I must read more books and try to find clues about my brother. I must crack his secret.

The old man also argued with reason, and swore that his grandson's magical bag was too poisonous. The fourth sister saw that the old man was already too deeply poisoned, so she patiently persuaded the old man and said:

"Grandpa, don't think too much. You must have seen it wrong. It's normal for your eyesight to be poor at your age. Your brother is taking advantage of this, just like the magic tricks everyone talked about.

It’s not as magical as you think. You have to believe in materialistic science. When I figure out the truth, I will explain it to you. So don’t make a fuss in the future. If you really saw something, it’s your eyes that deceived you…”

The old man who is still presenting facts and reasoning: …

In the end, the conversation between the two became increasingly irrelevant. The small group lasted less than half an hour before each of them went off to think about their own things.

After a while they parted ways. The fourth sister ran to the village to inquire about the use of the slingshot, while the old man squatted in the vegetable field and silently lit a cigarette.

After thinking it over, he couldn't figure out whether his eyesight was blurry due to old age. After all, there were more than one or two people who said that his eyesight was poor. With the addition of his fourth sister, there were three people now. He still understood the principle that three times the limit would never happen.

After pondering for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what was wrong with his eyes. But thinking that he couldn't be blinded by age, he sighed:

"I don't know where this kid learned this phrase, but it's quite appropriate. Truth is always in the hands of a few people..."

The old lady who was eavesdropping on the side was extremely upset and felt that the two of them were simply wasting their time. One of them had wasted several years of study and was now making blind guesses, and the other had wasted decades of life and was still jumpy. She had hinted at them so many times, but they were still as weak as a dog's stomach and as loose as the waist of their cotton trousers!

None of them is as good as Mrs. Yang from the next village. She said that her grandson would have good fortune in the future after surviving a disaster. Every point is true.

The things left by our ancestors are reliable. I will have to ask someone to send some more food in a few days. But I heard that Grandma Yang has been living in a cowshed recently. She is already over 70 years old. It is really a sin...