Inside the carriage, Father Zhang leaned back, leisurely drinking tea from the kettle, watching his grandchildren pointing outside and whispering to each other. After hearing what his wife said, he shook his head and smiled.
If he guessed correctly, his son was planning to take them on a beach camping trip. Back home, his son had mentioned finding a quiet place to stay for two days.
Zhang Guofu, who was sitting at the front of the car, and the uncle driving the car smiled at each other after hearing this.
"It's almost here. Your brother isn't going to tell your mother yet?"
Zhang Guofu laughed and said, "He will definitely tell me now. He's afraid that my mother will nag him."
Sure enough, Zhang Guoqing's voice came: "Mom, our family is going to visit my uncle Wang's relatives. The weather is good now, just right for fishing. I haven't seen him in a few years, I wonder how his family is doing?"
"Oh...oh, you're going to your Uncle Wang's house. Why didn't you tell me earlier so that Mom could prepare something? Okay, I haven't visited relatives in so many years, I have to go."
Zhang Guofu smiled and shook his head. His son, Xiaowu, had been shrewd since childhood, and the lie he told sounded like the truth. It was his mother who was always clever and cooperative.
Inside the car, Zhang Guoqing gave his mother a thumbs-up. As expected of his mother! She's so smart!
Mother Zhang smiled at him triumphantly.
Seeing this scene, Zhang's father choked on the tea in his mouth. He said, "I am such an honest farmer, how could I give birth to such a cunning son? It seems that he takes after his mother."
"Grandpa, even if we don't drink tea, popsicles can quench our thirst." Ping An quickly patted Father Zhang's back and advised softly.
Why did he pat it gently? Ever since he saw the big black bear fight the wild boar, he had been itching to try patting someone. But this was his own grandfather, so what should he do if he really had to hit him hard?
Ping An felt that his life was not easy. He was a more powerful figure than Little Soldier Zhang Ga, but he was born at the wrong time. If there were little devils at this time, he could become a hero with just a casual shot!
Maybe he could become a little general, just like his grandfather, and eat special food, have a car to go out, and have a few uncles to handle chores for him.
Father Zhang covered his mouth with a smile in his eyes and shook his head repeatedly.
"Then take a break. I'll tell you a story to cheer you up, okay?" Ping An glanced at the long pipe next to him and said, "Grandpa, smoking is harmful to your health. Let's not smoke. I really can't stand chewing candy."
Zhang Ziwen, who was standing nearby, jokingly said, "Our Ping An is really filial, but we can't tell stories from comic books. Grandpa has already heard all of them, so they're boring."
Ping An smiled disapprovingly after hearing this. These little things were not difficult for him.
In addition to "Little Trumpet", the three radio stations now also have "Novel Serial Broadcast" and "Pingshu Network Broadcast" at 12:30 noon and 17:30 in the evening.
He doesn't know too many stories! It's just that his mother explained that those stories about emperors, generals, talented men and beautiful women are not suitable for him to spread, so he pretends to be stupid to avoid trouble.
Xiao Ping'an sat up straight, cleared his throat, and clapped his hands. "Today I'm going to perform a piece from 'Lin Hai Xue Yuan' for everyone. Can you all give me a round of applause?"
Seeing this, Zhang's mother was so happy that she didn't even bother to talk to her son. She immediately clapped her hands and shouted, "What are you standing there for? Clap your hands!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone in the carriage burst into laughter and warm applause. The commotion was so loud that even Zhou Jiao and others in the carriage behind stretched their necks in surprise to look outside.
"Speaking of our Northeast..."
The childish and clear voice coming from the carriage gradually died down after he started singing, and even the coachman behind him followed closely.
"... ***, disguised as the dead Hu Biao. This Hu Biao was the horse-breeding adjutant of another bandit gang, Xu Damabang... and took advantage of the situation to pass on the intelligence he had gathered..."
Father Zhang looked at his grandson with pride. Compared to the radio programs he often listened to, his grandson was even better. He'd been on for an hour, from the beginning till now, without even stuttering, and even managed to crack a few jokes.
When telling stories, he speaks loudly when necessary, even adding his own expressions to match the characters in the story. His whole voice is so captivating that it seems his wife and the others are completely mesmerized. If it weren't for the babyish twang in his voice, who would have guessed he was five years old?
This wasn't Zhang's father boasting about his son's achievements. Even Zhang Guoqing, standing by, suppressed his laughter and gazed at his son with admiration.
The little guy could speak clearly and narrate the story of Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy in a high-pitched and rhythmic manner, and the characters he portrayed were vivid. Even he himself might not be able to narrate it better than the child.
After Ping'an finished speaking, the carriage arrived at its destination, the fishing village.
Seeing the children gathered around Ping An asking about him, Zhang Guoqing was worried that he might let something slip, so he quickly said, "Hurry up and get your things. Next target is the beach!"
Ping An quickly shouted, "Brothers, remember to bring your tents and buckets."
Xizi rubbed his head and said, "Little thing."
"Uncle, just keep going straight. At the next intersection, walk about a hundred meters towards the mountain and you'll be there."
The uncle driving the coach responded loudly and continued to move forward.
After about ten minutes, they saw the Wang family. Zhang Guoqing stopped the carriage and left to look for Uncle Wang. They had met before the commune was established, so he wondered how the Wang family was doing now.
Fortunately, Aunt Wang still knew this tall, handsome, and generous young man. After all, the young man and his group had bought up the inventory of several stores and even emptied their own crab pond. It was hard to forget!
"Aunt, where is my uncle?"
"Come in and sit down. I haven't seen you for years. You didn't know we don't raise crabs anymore, did you? Your uncle is a fisherman too. He'll be back tomorrow morning after this trip."
Zhang Guoqing had roughly guessed this would happen. Private fish farms wouldn't let you exist anyway, so he wasn't too disappointed. As long as there were fishing boats out at sea, even if they had to be handed over to the fish farms, there would always be some fish that slipped through the nets, and that was enough to satisfy the whole family.
"Are you looking to buy some dried goods? Every household here goes fishing." Aunt Wang glanced ahead. "Did all these people come with you?"
Zhang Guoqing smiled and nodded, "My parents, brother, sister-in-law and their family plan to stay here for two days."
Aunt Wang understood immediately and said quickly, "Then I'll go to the captain and tell him hello. Someone from my family is coming."
"Thank you, auntie."
"What are you thanking me for? I'll ask my oldest son to accompany you. He still remembers you." After Aunt Wang said this, she called her son out of the house to entertain the guests, and then hurried to the captain's house.
Although they were sleeping on the beach for the next two days, the Wang family still had to prepare their meals, so the ox cart Zhou Jiao was riding in was loaded with a lot of flour, cornmeal, and some game.
Since such a large family came to the Wang family, Zhou Jiao would definitely not let the Wang family suffer any loss, so in addition to extra food, she also prepared a lot of gifts.
The youngest Wang smiled brightly the moment he saw Zhang Guoqing. The last time this older brother came, his family had made a fortune, allowing him to go to school, and this time he and his siblings no longer had to worry about tuition.
Zhang Guoqing and his brother moved the two bags to the outer room. Seeing that there were so many people and it was a mess, they asked Wang Laoyao to take them to camp on the beach.
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