Chapter 277: Failure in the first battle

Zhang Xingwang's family is gone. The old couple are completely numb now. The old man is fine, but the old lady is dizzy now. She sits on the table, tightly holding a pile of banknotes in her hands, looking left and right...

Then he looked at the old man who was drinking water leisurely, looking as if it had nothing to do with him, and he became furious:

"What time is it? You can still drink water. What should I do?"

"What should I do? If my grandson says to buy it, then buy it. Anyway, I've given you the money and the ticket..."

"It's easy for you to say that. How dare we have three bicycles? Wouldn't that make people pay attention to us?"

"Then don't buy it, save the money for your wedding..."

"You have to buy it, my grandson said that after buying it, his aunt and cousin can ride it into the city, it's so convenient. You should come up with an idea, like a wooden man..."

"What's my idea? If it's my opinion, just leave it alone. Why are you in such a hurry? Just hide it and we'll talk about it later."

"Can't you, an old man, give me some advice?"

"You know I'm not feeling well right now. Why think so much? Yesterday I just looked at the grapes and couldn't figure it out. I have to take a nap..."

"Go back later. What on earth is my grandson doing? How can he get so much food and bicycle tickets..."

"You've been telling people not to take care of their grandchildren, and you've been saying that you're lucky and that you know what's going on. Your daughter-in-law was stunned by what you said, and now she's making a fuss again..."

"How can I not make a fuss? This is too scary. There are bicycle tickets and money and food. If I don't take care of it, God knows what I will bring back next time."

After the old lady finished speaking, her expression changed again, and she continued to mutter in a low voice with a little embarrassment:

"What Old Lady Yang said before was all good, but this time it's a little unreliable. Some time ago, she asked someone to bring me a message in the cowshed, but why didn't she figure it out when it was her turn? I heard from Youcai's wife this morning that Old Lady Yang was sued and went to make self-criticism. I guess she's as confused as you..."

"You have already settled your daughter-in-law, so you should just keep an eye on her. I think what Grandma Yang said is right. My grandson is indeed extraordinary."

As he spoke, he recalled the fourth sister's whispers in his ear:

"Grandpa, although you are not well educated, you have seen a lot. If buses and bicycles were in ancient times, wouldn't they be like magic tools? With science and sufficient manpower, things that seem incredible to you are actually not that difficult to do..."

After recalling the past, the old man's brain was completely exhausted. One moment, his grandson was taking things out of a sack, and the next moment, his granddaughter was pointing at his bicycle and saying he was uneducated...

I felt like the paste in my head was about to come out, and I said to my wife helplessly:

"You'll know next time just ask your granddaughter. I really need to catch up on my sleep..."

"She used to be very reliable, but this time I heard that several people have accused her of cheating on food and drinks. She must be getting old and confused.

Don’t leave, do you know any reliable people?”

Zhang Xingwang returned home, thinking that he had come such a long way today and needed to eat something good, so he went to the kitchen.

The little girl was jolted so hard along the way that she lay down as soon as she got home. I guess she won’t be able to wake up for a while.

After pretending to go out for a walk, Zhang Xingwang came back with a sack. As soon as he returned to the kitchen, he felt a little itchy on his back.

Zhang Xingwang looked back and saw that Wang Xiulan and the fourth sister were posing in the same posture as the youngest sister, sitting at the kitchen door with small stools.

Wang Xiulan stared at his sack intently, with an expression as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. The fourth sister looked obviously tired. She probably didn't sleep well yesterday and seemed absent-minded.

Zhang Xingwang thought about his mother's brain capacity, and said casually:

"Uh... I just happened to go out and buy some meat. We've walked such a long way, let's eat something good today."

Seeing Wang Xiulan nodding in approval, Zhang Xingwang didn't think much about it and took out about a pound of wild boar meat from the "sack". Just as he was about to wash it, Wang Xiulan ran over, snatched the meat from his hand, and said softly:

"Mom will help you wash it. You have been traveling all afternoon."

Then he turned around and said angrily to his fourth sister:

"Ruonan, why don't you come over and help your brother wash the vegetables? You look so tired. If someone didn't know you, they would think you rode your bike and asked me to come back..."

Zhang Xingwang scratched his head, wondering if his mother was upset again and why she was so jumpy. But he didn't think too much about it and started to make preparations.

After a while, Wang Xiulan finished processing the meat, and the fourth sister washed the vegetables and ran away. Seeing the fourth sister dozing off, Zhang Xingwang let her go for the time being, telling her not to get too tired, because after all, the eldest sister would have to rely on her to clean the house after she got married.

It’s just that Wang Xiulan was not very particular about washing the meat. More than half of the pound of meat was missing after washing, which made Zhang Xingwang confused. He guessed that she had left it for her second sister.

I shook my head helplessly and took out another half pound of water to make up for it. After cleaning it, I started to fight with the pot...

Wang Xiulan was frantically applying salt to the meat in the living room. While doing so, she quietly asked her fourth sister to pay attention to the movements in the kitchen. She even thought of an excuse for what to say if she was discovered.

The meat was marinated, but before my son showed up, I thought that my son's brain circuit was different from that of ordinary people, and he didn't even notice that there was so much meat missing. I breathed a sigh of relief and thought happily that this was a victory in the first battle.

Not long after, the eldest sister Zhang Zhaodi came back from get off work, and Zhang Xingwang's dish was ready. Wang Xiulan looked at the familiar ratio of meat and vegetables on the plate, and recalled it carefully. After confirming that she had indeed marinated the meat with great effort, she said to Zhang Xingwang in confusion:

"Xingwang, I just marinated more than half a pound of the meat you brought. How come there doesn't seem to be less on the plate?"

Zhang Xingwang picked up a piece of meat for the anxious little girl who couldn't reach it, and then he said casually:

"I saw that there was less meat and was afraid that there wouldn't be enough to eat. There was still some in the sack so I took it out."

After saying that, he didn't care about Wang Xiulan's tearful expression. He watched the little girl finish the meat in the bowl in a few bites, and quickly picked up a piece for her. He received a big smile and vague thanks from the little girl.

Wang Xiulan was already numb. It was not easy for her son to have some meat left. It seemed that her efforts were in vain. She couldn't help but look at her fourth sister. She couldn't understand why she didn't notice when her son took it out when she had secretly checked the sack...

The fourth sister looked at Wang Xiulan's puzzled look, spread her hands, and told Wang Xiulan with complicated eyes and hidden sign language that these were my brother's basic operations.

Maybe when we were hurriedly applying the salt, the elder brother had already called on his 100 or 80 men to find a way to deliver half a pound. As for whether they used a tunnel or climbed over the wall, she hadn't had time to check, but it was definitely not airdropped...

The fourth sister spent half a minute making faces and winking to convey her feelings. As for how much she understood, well... it depends on my mother's comprehension.