Chapter 592

Back in the courtyard, Zhang Guoqing is a leisurely life.

For several days, he took his son with him. The father and the son not only catch crickets, raise crabs, tie grasshoppers, copy dragonflies and stick cicadas, but also play fireflies and catch beetles for a race. Occasionally, they ride the 28 bars to the countryside to get some local food.

This day let Zhou Xiaozheng see how much envy. This day when he came back from work, he didn't see a little fool riding on a big fool's neck with mud all over his back until dinner.

The little fool grabbed the bamboo hat and saw Zhou Xiaozheng. He was happy to show off: "grandfather, I went with my father to help people herd cattle and collect big watermelons. You see, this is given by the leader of other people."

The big fool happily handed the net bag to Aunt Chen, "I'm taking Ping'an to the village today. It's the harvest season. I see all the smiling faces. It's better than the last two years."

Zhou Xiaozheng joked: "yes, love the people like a son." Finish saying glancing at watermelon, "your uncle Zhou sent me a message a few days ago. After that, there will be no shortage of watermelon."

Zhang Guoqing knew who he said uncle Zhou was, the leader of the village on the outskirts of Beijing, and his own yard was over there. It's a pity that it's too far away. I seldom go there except for the Qingming Festival.

"Dad, why haven't you started this year?"

Zhou Xiaozheng shook his head. "In the past few days, there are still things to deal with."

Zhang Guoqing nods, also did not go to pierce his mind. I guess I want to wait for Zhou Jiao to come back. He pointed to his body and said, "I'll take the baby to bathe first."

"Well, after washing and eating. By the way, have you forgotten one thing? "

Zhang Guoqing looked at him bewildered.

"Did you go to the little yard along the north side?"

Zhang Guoqing to his forehead a pat, happy ha ha straight smile, "I really forgot. I'll take Ping'an to have a look tomorrow. I'll wait for Jiaojiao to come back

Zhou Xiaozheng heard the implication, he nodded, "don't worry, when you have time to see." With that, he waved his hand to let his father and son go to the bath.

After dinner, the family moved to the courtyard stone table to enjoy the cool. After lighting the fire rope, they were still attacked by mosquitoes. Finally, they still loved his grandmother. They ran to the room to take the powder prepared by his mother to the yard to burn, and then brought her a sachet.

Lin Lishan happily enjoyed her child's filial piety. She kept shaking at him with a leaf fan behind him. She was so happy that Mrs. Cheng came to visit.

Seeing the old lady and the old couple coming together, Zhang Guoqing quickly went into the room and brought out the rocking chair for her. It is said that this is the old lady's favorite rattan chair. It was bought and consigned in Haishi. Before, my family had two, and one had been sent to the Cheng family.

"Don't be busy, just sit down and have a rest."

"It's OK. You always lie down and watch the stars."

On the stone table, old Cheng and Zhou Xiaozheng had already set up a chess game and began to fight with each other in a weak light. All of a sudden, the old lady chatted with Lin Lishan and ran safely to inform Aunt Chen to cut watermelon.

After a while, the watermelon was just served here, and Cheng Sijin and his wife came to enjoy the cool with a bucket of mung bean soup, which was even more lively.

Zhang Guoqing drank the soup and picked his eyebrows. Is the supply of sugar tickets increased this month? Why doesn't he know? He still has the supply at home.

“…… Drink less, with saccharin in it. "

Ping An blinked her eyes, "too grandma, this added a little bit, it's OK."

Zhang Guoqing suddenly realized, looked up at the sky, did not know when his daughter-in-law will come back, his heart, his stomach are thinking of her.

“…… I changed some sugar tickets with cloth tickets, and my sister-in-law will bring some back later. "

"Yes, I'm not polite to you."

"That's right. Otherwise, I'd better run and rub your stuff."

The breeze was cool and the yard was full of laughter. When the lights went out, everyone was ready to rest.

The next morning, seeing Zhou Xiaozheng and his wife off to work, Zhang Guoqing looked up at the horizon, worried that the weather would change when he went out, so he abandoned the 28 bars.

After getting off the bus, Zhang Guoqing put down his son in his arms and led him. The father and son walked leisurely along the street, planning to stroll to the courtyard and take a look at the surrounding environment.

Along the house number, standing at the entrance of a Hutong, Zhang Guoqing looked at his eyes with satisfaction. Different from other narrow alleys, alleys are as noisy as a courtyard.

There is an old locust tree at the entrance of the alley, and there is a small bookstall nearby. The width of the whole hutong is 7-8 meters. You can park at the door. The whole lane is clean and spacious, and the neighbors have a gentle smile on their faces.

Around the bird calls, and the sound of pigeon whistle, flexible and melodious. In addition to the small bookstall reading comic books, children's newspapers, children's talk, the whole alley is filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

Zhang Guoqing looked down at Ping An, and he was also smiling. This small yard has not been seen, but the surrounding environment has been satisfactory to the children.

"Dad, look at the numbers. It should be a left turn ahead."

Zhang Guoqing nodded with a smile. As Mrs. Cheng said, she had to walk less than 200 meters and turn left. The last yard was her own yard.

A small courtyard close to each other opens the door, even if some yards are covered by screen walls, it can also be seen. Stone table, stone stool, grape rack, Luffa frame that occasionally crawlsFather and son stood at the gate of the last brick and tile house. There are only two doors in the gate, which are decorated with red paint and a pair of cymbals on the door.

Zhang Guoqing took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, chose one of them, opened the lock, and with a click, he pushed his hands and opened the door.

In front of the entrance is a screen wall, which is engraved with a rare character "Fu" in Manchu. Entering the courtyard, you can see that this was once a quadrangle in the Qing Dynasty.

The courtyard faces south. There are three rooms in the north, two in the light and one in the dark, two in the East and two in the East and three in the south. Floor tile to the top, ridge tile house. The courtyard is paved with brick and plastered passageway, connecting the doors of each house, and there are steps in front of each house.

Today, except for the main room, the East-West wing room and the ear room, the brick carvings and stone carvings inlaid in other heads and corners have been removed.

Through the vicissitudes of time, even though the whole building seems old-fashioned, we can still see the elegance, simplicity and excellent construction of the past from the lifting beam, the bucket arch, the wooden frame structure and the small green brick tile.

The father and son stood in the South study, pushed open the wooden edge son window, the distant lake scenery had a panoramic view, the breeze blew away the hot and dry summer, it was the ideal place for health preservation and living.

"Dad, are we going to live here in the future?"

Zhang Guoqing laughed and shook his head. "We still have to live with my grandfather. Usually you can come and stay for two nights, and you can come and stay with them. "

"That's a good idea. I still like living in the courtyard. My friends are there."

Zhang Guoqing was dumbfounded. It seems that I was right not to tell the truth to the child. In the future, if the child's grandfather moves to a new courtyard, they will be too far away from work. This is the rest point.

After closing the window, Zhang Guoqing took his son's little hand and finally looked at the wall before going out.

He didn't open the darkroom. It was not that he was worried that his son could not keep the secret, but that the gold and silver property would be exposed in front of the child, which made him lose his passion for struggle.

He never wanted to let his children know the huge wealth in his hands. If a man has a lot of money to spend, and he has a great family background, what does he ask for?

Sometimes too comfortable life has not destroyed people's fighting spirit. In particular, we are going to face an impending storm wave, and we can't tolerate such a peaceful state of mind.

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