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Chapter 1090 Little Bamboo 3
Black Bear: ...
What should I do? Someone is praising me. I feel so good.
Tangerine peel: problem.
However, after finishing his meal, A Kun pointed at the password and asked Xiao Zhuzi.
"do not know."
An An: . . . .
It's okay, she can translate.
The man with hunched shoulders who had just finished washing the dishes came over to listen.
By the time Xiao Zhuzi finished speaking, the moon was already at its highest point in the sky.
A-Kun: . . .
It's no use listening to it.
Not impressed.
Sagging shoulders: . . . . .
The look in his eyes when he looked at the patriarch was already smoking.
The Zhang family is beyond saving.
Patriarch, you should go to the Zhang family's ancient building to see if there is an antidote.
If he continues to be stupid, he will want to rebel.
But no matter how stupid he is, he is still the patriarch.
As for the Zhang family's having a baby, he pretended not to hear about it and let Zhang Haike and Lao Zhang do it as they had experience.
Zhang Haike: It’s a bit cold.
Lao Zhang: .
What kind of evil cultivator is this? Let the people from the Jiumen and Wang family have children.
Nine Gates: . . . .
Wang Family: . . . .
Don't come over.
When they woke up the next day, it was already afternoon.
Maybe you need to sort out your memory.
Or maybe I dare not imagine it, the picture is too beautiful.
The people who were eating were absent-minded.
Life must go on as usual, and both of us need to take medicine to regulate our bodies.
Zhang Qilin inspects his chicken kingdom every day without fail.
A few fluffy little yellow chickens were chirping inside the fence, and the hen was lying dutifully in the grass nest.
The big rooster with its head held high and its chest puffed out was newly bought from the villagers.
Zhang Qilin doesn't allow them to eat the big rooster because it looks good.
When the big rooster is on patrol, even people who pass by with hunched shoulders will be glared at warily by it.
Sagging shoulders: . . . . .
If you glare at me again, I will kill the chicken.
Even if the patriarch tried to stop me, I couldn't.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
Zhang Qilin's movements of feeding the chickens went from being unfamiliar and clumsy at the beginning to becoming skilled and natural.
He would squat beside the chicken coop, watching the chicks fighting for food, and would squat there for half a day with a focused look in his eyes.
He has hunched shoulders. Now Xiao Zhuzi calls him "Uncle Zhang". After all, "hunched shoulders" is not really a nice name, although he himself doesn't care at all.
Whenever he saw the patriarch staring at the chicken, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
The Zhang family is beyond saving.
“Chief…” He tried to speak, his voice was low and hoarse, with the sluggishness of not speaking for a long time.
Zhang Qilin raised his head, and looked at him with dark eyes, without any ripples, but only a hint of inquiry.
He hunched his shoulders and looked at the young but blank face.
He swallowed the following sentence "How can the Zhang family, with their unicorn bloodline, live with chickens and ducks all day long?"
Forget it, as long as the clan leader is happy now...
At least, it's better than being a fool in the hands of those nine-door thieves.
He turned silently and went to chop firewood.
But the force seemed to be directed at the Wang family and the Nine Gates.
By the way, it might also be aimed at Zhang's family.
The little bamboo Qi Anyao is like a busy little bee.
She managed her small life in the bamboo house very well.
I bought a new pottery jar today, asked someone to bring some fresh fruits and vegetables from the foot of the mountain tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I got a few live fish from somewhere and raised them in the small puddle I dug behind the house.
"Uncle Zhang, try this!"
An An brought a bowl of freshly steamed yam cake drizzled with honey and held it in front of the hunched shoulders like she was presenting a treasure.
He looked at the sweet-smelling snacks in the bowl with hunched shoulders, then looked at the little girl's bright and expectant eyes, and he couldn't bring himself to say no.
He picked up a piece stiffly and took a careful bite.
The soft, sweet taste melted on the tip of his tongue, a taste he had never tasted in his decades of living on the edge of a knife and sleeping in the open air.
He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "...It's delicious."
"Right, right! Uncle Qilin likes it too!"
An An laughed happily and jumped to bring snacks to Zhang Qilin who was still watching the chickens.
Zhang Qilin took the bowl, picked up a piece of food and ate it slowly, imitating the way he slumped his shoulders.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves and fell onto his face. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. He was as quiet as a painting.
An An sat on a small stool beside him, holding her chin with her hand and watching him eat, feeling very happy.
Look, An An takes good care of Uncle Qilin. He has chickens, ducks and snacks, and he doesn’t have to be cheated by his dad.
Black Bear: ...
The "signal" of the black bear was indeed inadvertently blocked by my precious daughter.
Xiao Zhuzi instinctively used her magic power to create an extremely weak barrier around her bamboo house.
This barrier is not very aggressive. Its main function is to make creatures within the range feel peaceful and not easily disturbed by the chaotic atmosphere from the outside world.
The original intention was to provide a more stable environment for Zhang Qilin, who had lost his memory and was likely to have a seizure.
Give them time to recover. Uncle Zhang also needs recuperation. He is in the same situation as Zhang Qilin.
To live is to have a strong life.
As a result, the barrier perfectly blocked the mysterious connection between Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling.
The black bear circled around the mountain for several times, and the vague feeling of being pulled disappeared without a trace like a kite with a broken string.
He squatted beside the traces where A Kun had stayed, pulling at the grass roots, looking as depressed as a child whose candy had been taken away.
"Dumb, oh dumb...are you really so cruel? I can't find you because I'm blind?"
He muttered to the air, "Or is it that the feng shui of this broken mountain is problematic, affecting our telepathic connection? Tsk, I'll have to check the almanac when I get back..."
In the end, he could only return to Chenpi in disappointment and drink two pots of Shaodaozi.
Tangerine peel: . . . .
Chenpi didn't bother to pay attention to him and just wiped his beloved nine-claw hook. What a nerve.
In the bamboo house, the plan to collapse the shoulders did not go smoothly.
He solemnly took out his treasured evidence about the history of the Zhang family and the crimes of Zhang Qishan and others, some incomplete notes and his oral records, trying to awaken the patriarch's dormant memory and sense of family responsibility.
A Kun watched and listened very carefully.
That focused look gave hunched shoulders hope for a moment.
But he had no memory of the notes and photos that Xiao Zhuzi showed him.
Then, Zhang Qilin pointed to a corner of an old, blurry photo and said, "This one looks like a chick."
Collapsed shoulders: "..."
Patriarch, that is the stone sculpture of the tomb guardian beast in the outer courtyard of the Zhang family’s ancient building!
He pointed at Zhang Qishan's name again: "He, stealing chickens?"
His shoulders slumped, and he almost couldn't catch his breath: "...It's not stealing the chicken! It's stealing our Zhang family's secrets! It's betrayal! It's exploitation!"
He waved his arms excitedly.
A Kun nodded to show that he understood.
He slumped his shoulders and covered his face.
The clan leader understands nothing!!!
Xiao Zhuzi laughed so hard that he fell backwards: "Uncle Zhang, don't be anxious!!!"
It's not good to make yourself angry.
She secretly sent a message to the drooping shoulders:
Uncle Zhang, more haste makes waste.
Uncle Qilin’s brain is like a stone washed by water. It needs to be dried slowly before the lines on it appear.
Forcing it into his mouth now would only make him more confused.
Let him feel at ease first and recover his instincts.
Nothing you say will be of any use unless the sea water is dried up.
Didn't you see that her notebook is useless?
He wrote it himself.
With hunched shoulders, he watched the clan leader spread the rice evenly to ensure that every chick could get some.
He sighed and had to admit that Qi Anyao was right.
The clan leader's behavior is almost instinctive now. . .
Just a child.
Not even as good as a child.
The child will still be angry.
The setting sun dyed the bamboo building golden.
Tajian was chopping wood behind the house, while Zhang Qilin was preparing the last meal for the chickens.
Little Zhuzi sat under the bamboo corridor, humming a tuneless folk song, and weaving a small katydid cage with flexible bamboo strips in his hands, intending to give it to Zhang Qilin to play with.
Suddenly, a little yellow chicken that had just learned to fly fluttered into the small puddle next to it, thrashing around in panic.
A Kun moved almost instantly, as fast as a shadow. He stretched out his long arm, accurately fished out the wet chicken, and gently wiped it dry with the corner of his clothes.
The man with hunched shoulders had just finished chopping the last piece of firewood and turned around to see this scene.
The golden light of the setting sun outlined the silhouette of the patriarch as he bent his head to take care of the chicks. His focused expression strangely overlapped with the figure of the patriarch performing ancient rituals in front of the altar in his memory.
An indescribable feeling of sourness and warmth welled up in my heart.
He walked over silently, picked up the cloth the patriarch used to wipe the chickens, washed it by the water, and hung it up.
The movements were natural, as if they were supposed to be that way.
Zhang Qilin looked up at him, said nothing, and just put the chick back to the mother hen.
Little Zhuzi looked at this scene, his eyes curved into crescents, and he had finished weaving the katydid cage in his hand.
She handed it to A-Kun: "Uncle Qilin, here!"
A Kun took the crooked but childlike bamboo cage, turned it over and over in his hands, and gently stroked the edge of the bamboo strips with his fingers. He was very happy.
He actually envied himself in another world.
That’s right, it’s myself in another world.
An An did not hide.
He knew it, and he was just envious.