Hundreds of miles away, Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao had no idea that some people were already ready to make a move, and they had no idea that they, the couple, had stimulated someone's crazy desire for power.
Over the past few days, Zhang Guoqing has been taking his three sons out hunting in different ways. After collecting some meat and purchased goods, he sent off several people who were on vacation.
Seeing the pregnant woman leave, not only did he breathe a sigh of relief, but even Yi Jiefang and his nephew cheered loudly. Now was their real free time.
After being kicked by Zhang Guoqing, the two brothers walked arm in arm, whispering to each other for a while away from people, and then returned to the tent with a sly smile on their faces.
Mrs. Cheng knew at a glance that the two children were planning to run out and make trouble. "You young people go and have fun. I'll take care of the little ones for the next two days."
That also depends on whether Liuyiwuyi agrees? These days, they have been taken out by their father to play, and the little children have already understood who to follow for fun.
Wuyi, whose speech became clearer and he could say more phrases, immediately shook his little head like a rattle and said, "I want to accompany Dad."
Liuyi rolled his big eyes and said quickly, "I like Dad."
Yi Jiefang was so happy that he squatted down and teased them, "Don't worry about the old lady, my dears. She is sad. What do you think we should do?"
The two brothers immediately turned to look at Old Lady Cheng. When they saw her smiling at them, they pointed at Yi Jiefang and shouted, "Bad guy."
Old Mrs. Cheng was delighted. "Would you like to come with Grandma to see Yang Meimei? Yang Meimei is about to give birth to a baby."
The two brothers, whose weak spot was caught, immediately frowned and looked at everyone hesitantly.
The cheerful laughter of several unscrupulous elders who were amused by the children attracted Zhou Jiao who was holding Ping An's hand outside.
As soon as she came in, she saw her two little sons staggering towards her with a look of grievance, and she ran over to catch the children in amusement.
"Mom, they're bad."
"Everyone likes you."
Ping An walked over to Old Lady Cheng and sat down beside her. "Grandma, my brothers will be one year old in a few days. My grandfather told us to go back on that day. When are we leaving?"
Old Mrs. Cheng scratched his nose and said, "You'll have to ask your father."
Zhang Guoqing smiled and said, "Go there a day in advance. Your Uncle Dayi has already contacted the camp here, and we can just take a ride back."
Xiao Pingan winked at his father. "Time's running out, so why don't you take me hunting somewhere further away?" These past few days, those uncles had been following them, and neither he nor his father could fully enjoy themselves.
Zhang Guoqing winked at him knowingly and looked at Zhou Jiao, "Is there anyone else looking for you to see today?"
"Are there any activities?"
Zhang Guoqing grinned and said, "I plan to change the map tomorrow."
Zhou Jiao thought about it, nodded and replied: "Then I will say goodbye to them later and just say hello to Uncle Tong."
"Okay, then it's settled." Zhang Guoqing glanced at his two younger sons and winked at her. "Go ahead and buy some meat for the Mu family. We'll leave here tomorrow."
Old Mrs. Cheng watched the young couple discuss their plans cheerfully. As for where they were going next, she didn't care. After following them around, she felt much younger.
The next day, just as dawn broke over the horizon, Zhou Jiao and her group bid farewell to the Mu family members before two carriages took them away. Their destination was a large town near the military camp, half a day's journey away.
Although it is a small town, it has everything.
Not far from the guesthouse is a state-owned restaurant, where hand-pulled lamb and lotus leaf chicken are local specialties. The trade market, where herders from various nearby tribes gather, is like a New Year's Eve market.
Besides these convenient conditions, Zhang Guoqing was particularly attracted by the good security environment due to the presence of a military camp. They rented a few horses during the day and ran away, but the young and old who stayed behind could not be careless.
The closer we got to the towns, the more people we saw on the road. The difference from previous years was that there were more Han Chinese, especially more smiling children.
"Qisaibainu. (Hello)" Zhang Guoqing, who has learned a few Mongolian words, was infected by these festive and simple folks. He greeted them whenever he met them along the way.
At this time, there would often be enthusiastic herdsmen who would say hello and then say a lot of long words, and Ping An in his arms would start to translate.
This prompted fellow passenger Yi Jiefang to take the opportunity to scoff and tease him. This guy is incredible, even casual conversation can be hilarious! Especially since Zhang Guoqing can even speak a few colloquialisms. Luckily, he has a clever son who could save the day, otherwise it would have been incredibly awkward.
Sometimes you can't pursue language talent. In just a few days, not only can Xiao Ping'an talk smoothly with the children in the tribe, but even the twins can greet each other in simple Mongolian.
Yi Jiefang was very envious of his good friend, especially when Xiao Ping'an shot a grown yellow sheep with a bow, and he wished his nephew could learn a few tricks from him.
As they stopped in front of the guesthouse, Zhang Guoqing spotted a handkerchief on the ground, curled up in a ball. He patted Ping An and winked at him.
The little thing immediately jumped off the carriage, rushed over, picked it up and poured it back, raising his hands, "Dad, look."
"You handle it."
The little thing immediately raised a handkerchief and opened its childish voice, shouting alternately in Mongolian and Chinese: "Did anyone lose anything?"
Many people passing by gathered around them, and some even shouted that the thing was theirs.
Zhang Guoqing and the others were not in a hurry to unload the luggage. They stood behind him to prevent anyone from hurting the child, and watched silently as they waited for the child to handle it himself.
"Everyone, don't worry. Come one by one. Whoever can identify the contents inside is the one who said it. If no one matches, I'll hand it over to the police."
Zhou Jiao smiled faintly as she watched her son speak alternately in Mongolian and Chinese twice, and then asked his father to open it behind others' backs to see what was inside.
She had absolute confidence in her son. As he listened to the men and women's reports, he offered a few words of comfort, neither servile nor overbearing. She looked at Zhang Guoqing, and the couple smiled at each other.
An old lady with patches on her body was supported by a young woman and squeezed into the crowd. "It's mine, it's mine. This is the money my family got from selling a sheep this morning..."
"Grandma, don't be impatient, take your time. I told you just now that I'll give it back to you as long as it matches."
"That handkerchief, inside it were sixty-two dollars and eighteen cents, four cloth coupons, and one sugar coupon..."
Before the other person could finish, Zhang Guoqing already knew it was hers and handed the handkerchief to his son. He watched the child cautiously ask the other person some detailed questions about a few large bills, and nodded with satisfaction.
Even if his son is stingy, he is not tempted by things that do not belong to him. This kind of character, this boldness and carefulness to complete it as he did, is indeed worthy of being his own child!
The silly dad mode kicked in. As soon as his son finished his business, he immediately told him to have fun for the next two days! Hunting? Hunting? What else do you want to do? Just ask.
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