No pain no gain

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When Da Zhuang came back in a hurry, Zhao Ziyang was sitting in the courtyard with a cup of hot tea, drinking it leisurely. Although the temperature outside might still be below zero, the sunshine today was quite good, and it was warm on his body Yes, just as Da Zhuang was about to greet Zhao Ziyang, he heard a "ding ding" sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding in the kitchen.

"Is there someone in the kitchen? Why is there a sound?" Da Zhuang asked strangely.

"A very self-conscious person, he opened the door and came in by himself. He took the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen and filled them with noodles to eat. Now he is probably washing the dishes after eating!" Zhao Ziyang raised his eyelids and said.

Da Zhuang stepped into the kitchen quickly, and saw that the idiot had put the washed dishes and dishes into the cupboard, and was vigorously wiping the table. Da Zhuang felt relieved suddenly, knowing that the idiot had almost figured it out.

"What are you doing here? Isn't your family having a reunion dinner today!" Da Zhuang asked with a deadpan expression on purpose.

"Ah, Da Zhuang, you're back!" the fool raised his head and said happily.

The idiot only taught him to speak when he was a strong man. Since he spoke late, it hasn’t been long since he was able to speak well. The speed of his speech is much slower than that of ordinary people. Although it is a more excited tone, it sounds slow. Swallow.

"I know, Da Zhuang, I won't do it anymore!" Seeing that Da Zhuang didn't speak, the fool eagerly explained.

"It's good if you understand, this time you are lucky, what if no one enters the mountain? What if you encounter a wild beast... In the future, no matter what you have, you are not allowed to make fun of your own life, remember?" After a while, Da Zhuang spoke.

"Well, I got it!" The fool nodded vigorously and replied.

"If there is a next time, I will never bother with you again!" Da Zhuang raised his voice emphatically.

"Really, really remember, promise..." The fool became anxious when he heard it, and spoke incoherently.

"Okay, don't you guys have a reunion dinner at noon today! Why aren't you full?" Da Zhuang asked while picking up the broom and sweeping the ground swiftly.

The fool's face relaxed, he lowered his head and continued to wipe the oil stains on the table vigorously, and replied honestly: "The third brother and the fifth cousin ate half an extra steamed bun, and the steamed bun is not enough!"

Da Zhuang paused for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Are you full now? There are steamed buns in the cabinet. If you are not full, go get them yourself."

"Well, I know!" The fool said cheerfully.

In the evening, after dinner, the idiot consciously said goodbye to Da Zhuang without Da Zhuang saying anything, and went to his own house.

The next day, Da Zhuang got up early to prepare the ingredients for lunch, and the fool came over again at dawn. Da Zhuang thought that tomorrow would be New Year's Eve, and he was afraid that it would not be good for the fool to stay here, so he called the fool A few words.

"Third aunt said, let me come over and make two less steamed buns..." The fool said sullenly, knowing that this sentence was not very pleasant.

Da Zhuang stopped what he was doing, and for the first time he had a strong hatred for the Wu family. How much effort he had spent so that the fool, this child, did not have psychological distortions. Why can't their own family pay a little attention? ...

"It's okay, don't bother with her, don't you want to farm by yourself? After the new year is over, I'll help you talk about it!" Da Zhuang couldn't think of anything to comfort the fool, so he changed the subject helplessly.

"Ah, really? Da Zhuang, I can farm by myself!" The fool immediately recovered from his depressed mood and asked loudly.

"Hey, I didn't say that it would be successful, but don't be too happy!" Da Zhuang said with a wave of his hand.

"Enn, no, Da Zhuang can just say it!" The fool said excitedly.

Zhao Ziyang wanted to eat hot pot at noon, so Da Zhuang and the idiot carried the small stove from the kitchen to the room, scooped out some of the boiled bone soup in a small soup pot, cut up cabbage and lean meat slices for Zhao Ziyang, and picked some lettuce leaves Wait, there are meatballs brought by Da Zhuang, let Zhao Ziyang and Da Zhuang eat in the room.

"Zhao Ziyang, do you find it boring?" In the second year of junior high school, Da Zhuang saw Zhao Ziyang put down his book and asked in the middle of the day.

When Zhao Ziyang first came, the idiot fell ill, and Da Zhuang was busy taking care of the idiot, and the next thing was to have a reunion dinner, and there was no time to spare on the first day of the new year. From time to time, there would be guests from outside the village come over.

"It's okay!" Zhao Ziyang replied lightly, and picked up the book again.

"This is how Chinese New Year is in our village. In fact, I think it's quite boring!" Da Zhuang explained carefully.

"It's nothing, it's really not bad, especially the food you cook, it's delicious, and I'm quite happy to play!" Zhao Ziyang turned his head and replied seriously.

"Just do it if you think it's good!" Da Zhuang tidied up the kang, thinking that he would not disturb Zhao Ziyang's reading, turned and walked outside.

"Ah, yes, Da Zhuang, I plan to go back tomorrow!" Zhao Ziyang put down his textbook and shouted at Da Zhuang's back.

"Hey, don't you want to play for a few more days?" Da Zhuang asked, frowning.

"No need, it's the third day of junior high school tomorrow, and I have to spend the New Year with the two masters, and I still have homework!" Zhao Ziyang clapped his book and explained.

"I really can't play for a few more days! I haven't played well with you yet!" Da Zhuang said apologetically.

Zhao Ziyang smiled and shook his head.

Da Zhuang's eyes drooped. Zhao Ziyang has always been a strong person, coupled with the superior aura that seems to be inherent in him, even if he is only a child in his teens, few people can disobey him. What Zhao Ziyang meant.

"Then I'll take you back tomorrow, come and play again when you have time!" Da Zhuang cheered up and said.

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you, I'll put away the things later." Zhao Ziyang said with a light smile.

"It's nothing, then I won't disturb your reading!" Da Zhuang said softly and left the room.

Da Zhuang originally planned to send Zhao Ziyang back to the town by himself, but for the Chinese New Year, there were basically no people on the way to the town. Er Zhuang was afraid of any danger on the road, so he insisted on asking Da Zhuang to take the idiot with him, and Zhao Ziyang and the idiot also bothered. Persist, Da Zhuang had no choice but to compromise.

After driving Zhao Ziyang home in the donkey cart, Da Zhuang wanted to go home immediately, so he could cook lunch for the little ones.

"What! I've been eating and living at your house for the past few days, and you can't do it if you eat lunch at my house!" Zhao Ziyang said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Da Zhuang smiled helplessly, tied up his donkey, and led the idiot into Zhao Ziyang's small courtyard.

The two servants hired by Zhao Ziyang’s family didn’t come over until the seventh day, so the lunch at noon was cooked by Zhao Ziyang’s scribe master. What surprised him was that the middle-aged scribe looked at the gentleman and had the same temper as a child , but he is a good cooker. A table full of different dishes can be said to be delicious in color, flavor and taste.

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"Then let's go, you are welcome to play again..." Da Zhuang took the little donkey and said goodbye to Zhao Ziyang with a smile.

"Well, be careful on the road!" Zhao Ziyang said while waving his hands.

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