Vol 2 Chapter 637: Why do I grow so slowly?

After lunch, after a short rest, a cool breeze hit, Xiao Ping'an couldn't stand the sleepiness and intended to sleep soundly in Zhang Guoqing's arms.
Zhang Guoqing looked at the son in his arms and touched his head with satisfaction, "Our son is very smart."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jiao smiled brightly and said, "Don't always praise the child, it's easy to make him proud. It may not be better when he is young. You have to spend more energy on it."
Zhang Guoqing shook his head helplessly. Will his son be bad? I'm really not confident!
"Leave the tent out and let him sleep safely inside."
Zhou Jiao smiled, "Are you sure? Then I will hold the baby and you will install it."
Zhang Guoqing looked at the big bag that had been disassembled on the ground and touched his nose. He forgot that the space his wife had squeezed was about to explode.
Carefully handed it to her child, Zhang Guoqing squatted on the ground, opened the bag, and pitched a tent on the shady ground outside, busy with his hands and no idleness on his mouth.
"Let’s set off early tonight and take care of the contents. I thought about the coal first, regardless of the price, and just passed it to the snakehead that night."
Zhou Jiao has no objection at this point. She is not proficient in business, this is where Zhang Guoqing is good at. She reminded: "Be careful when doing things. Those who can mix in the black market are human spirits, don't lose sight of Jingzhou."
"I'll make arrangements. There is a shortage of trucks now. But I think about it, and I will find Uncle Da Shan at night. By the way, bring out some flour, or else the source will suddenly appear."
Zhou Jiao nodded in agreement and said, "Okay. Remember to send more to Uncle Da Shan. I have too many here, I am not afraid that it is out of stock."
"You didn't throw the cart, did you?"
Zhou Jiao laughed and gave him a sideways look. Is that necessary?
Zhang Guoqing just installed the small tent, and when he looked back, he held her head and kissed her hardly. Looking at her blushing face, she smiled with joy.
"No shame or impatient, the son is still there."
Zhang Guoqing took his son, put it in the tent carefully, and raised his eyebrows at her, "You mean, my son can come here if he doesn't see me?"
Zhou Jiao did not respond. The man gave three points of color and opened the dye shop.
She hurriedly stood up and put the medicine powder bag around the tent, looked around, nodded with satisfaction and smiled: "Well, I'm here to guard my son."
"You have to stay up again at night, so you lie in and sleep for a while."
"how about you?"
"I'm not sleepy now. I will go down the mountain and sleep again. When I wake up, I just set off. Good night, sleep at ease. I will wash things in the pond in front and see you."
Zhou Jiao glanced at the wooden house worriedly, "Remember to add water to the pot, I'm afraid it will boil it dry after sleeping."
"Don't worry, your husband made a good deal." Zhang Guoqing slapped his chest and said vowedly. It was not until she lay down and helped her to pull the chain to make sure she said that the transom would not be sultry.
Standing up, he checked the time on his watch. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was not too early to go down the mountain. Thinking of this, he quickly left a silly roe deer and dragged the remaining wild animals to the pond.
By the pond, Zhang Guoqing swiftly cleaned up wild things, looking up at the tent from time to time. In order to save time, he dug a pit and buried it deep on the spot.
That's not a big deal, he even hung the little wild boars directly on the wooden shelf, and quickly gathered a few large mud to bury them in the fire.
Finally, the cleaned up wild objects were thrown into the bamboo basket. Half an hour passed after the incident, and he was proud of himself. I'm really amazing!
Thinking of the fish and stone snails mentioned by his son, Zhang Guoqing, who felt he was a good model man, was really busy rolling around, rolling the little wild boar on the shelf, ran to fork some fish, and touched some small stone snails.
Zhou Jiao smelled the scent of meat and fish in a daze. A Ji Ling woke up and found that the son next to him was also closing his eyes and sniffing his nose.
"Little slacker, get up quickly. We are going down the mountain."
Ping An jumped up and giggled and said, "Mom, I just woke up." After speaking, he opened the zipper and walked out quickly, "I'll help Dad."
"Be careful."
Seeing that he and Zhang Guoqing had successfully joined, Zhou Jiao smiled and shook her head, and started to dismantle the tent.
After cleaning up, I returned to the wooden house and found that there was still a roe deer on the ground, knowing that Zhang Guoqing had left it to the village. She smiled, but fortunately she didn't decide to leave the big wild boar to the team, otherwise she would be annoyed to death next. It doesn't matter whether her mother-in-law feels distressed or not, she has to take a trip up the mountain.
Pack the stewed beef and potatoes and clean up all traces of use. Zhou Jiaocai hurried to Zhang Guoqing's side and saw the roasted pork and fish on the bamboo baskets and racks on the ground, "It's all right so soon? My man is really good!"
"Of course, my father is the best!"
Zhang Guoqing smiled and said: "It's a great honor for you to be praised by both of you."
"Yes, Dad is welcome."
"I'm welcome, I will accept all orders. But my son is also very good!"
Zhou Jiao looked at them with a laugh. When they stopped talking, they pointed to the meat and bones in the two bamboo baskets, "How to deal with this?"
"Give me a sack, I will pick some for my mother, whether to pickle it or give it to someone to do with her."
Zhou Jiao handed him the bag, "Be more decorated, this weekend will be my mother's birthday."
"That's enough, wait until the weekend."
Zhou Jiao didn't say anything when she saw this. The sack plus the pig's head was a hundred catties, which was quite a lot.
Ping aside: "Dad, the pig's head is so big, doesn't grandma know that the meat is missing?"
Zhang Guoqing gave him a thumbs up, "I noticed the details, it's great! Grandma is fine~EbookFREE.me~ She won't ask, she will think that Dad will give away the rest."
After speaking, seeing the child thoughtfully, he smiled and said, "Would you like to eat the grilled fish? You can eat the chicken there."
Ping An listened and glanced at the things on the shelf, shook his head and said, "Forget it. The roast suckling pig is for my grandpa. Take the rest back to honor my grandparents."
"There are so many, you want to eat first."
"No, I can still eat when I go back. Dad, are we leaving now?"
Zhang Guoqing washed his hands, signaled Zhou Jiao to put away things, and picked up his son with one hand and picked up the sack, "Yes. It's dangerous to go down the mountain late."
After they left, Zhou Jiao quickly brushed it with one hand, and suddenly four or five mud lumps on the ground, suckling pigs on the shelf, and bamboo baskets on the ground disappeared. She poured a pan of water on the extinguished fire.
Seeing that there was nothing to worry about after finishing her work, she ran to the wooden house to meet Zhang Guoqing and the two. The couple looked at each other, knowing that they had confirmed everything, and left with a smile.
He nestled in his father's arms, looked at Zhou Jiao who was walking in front of him, and asked bitterly: "Dad, why do I grow so slowly? When can I run by myself?"
Zhang Guoqing smiled and said: "Don't worry, let's take your time. It's not fun at all when I grow up. Dad now wants to be hugged and no one is hugged, so pitiful!"
Zhou Jiao and Ping Ping laughed with joy.
"Dad, when I'm older, I'll hold you."
"No way, people will be laughed at. Think about it if I hug your grandfather or your grandfather up the mountain, will it make them angry and ashamed?"
After speaking, he himself laughed happily. This picture is weird as long as I think of it...
The laughter of a family of three in the woods caused the passing animals to flee. This voice is too familiar, go back and tell the friends that the enemy is coming.