"Let's go to Lijiazhuang first, which is my brother's hometown of Tonghai's first magic gun. Our Zhang family and the Li family have been in harmony for generations." Zhang San thought that they could not enter the city in such a mess, and had to go to Lijiazhuang to repair it, get a haircut and change clothes.

"I tell you my brother's shooting skills are really amazing." I felt a little sad, and Zhang San couldn't help but introduce his brother: "He is about the same age as me, but he is already the deputy director of the Tonghai City Capture House. Since he was a constable, he wrote his own legend. His shooting skills were a hundred steps through Yang. Once the murderer had already run three hundred steps away, I saw my brother raise his hand and discount the murderer's legs with two shots. That really means shooting wherever he hits."

Zhao Hu couldn't help but ask, "Then can I become a disciple?"

Everyone couldn't help but look at Zhao Hu and found that he was serious. After the ship sank, he realized his weakness, so he had the idea of ​​learning to shoot.

"You are very sensible, but my brother didn't teach his disciples casually. Even I was shameless and let him teach him both. He said that shooting skills also depend on people. Not everyone can be talented. People without talent are just a waste of time to worship him as their teacher." Zhang San highly praised his friends, and even admired them a little.

"Brother Zhang, teach me how to shoot." Zhao Hu said stubbornly.

"Okay." Zhang San agreed. His shooting skills could also be a novice: "When I arrive in Tonghai City, I will take you to the shooting range and teach you how to shoot."

Zhao Hu clenched his fists, he must learn to shoot a good marksmanship.

Ye Bei did not need to learn marksmanship. His hidden weapon skills were faster than bullets. With one force, he hit people across the wall.

Zhang San does recognize the way, but obviously Sister Yun is not good at walking, especially when she is wearing leather shoes and is very tired of walking. However, the sisters around her have just come out of the countryside and have not lost their hard-working spirit.

"I can't walk anymore, take a break."

"It's time to rest, I can't walk to Lijiazhuang before dark." Zhang San was pretty good.

"Sister, please support me." The little sisters supported Sister Yun, hoping that she could support me.

At this time, Sister Yun was already sweating profusely and could not walk anymore.

"Sister Yun, why not take off your coat and I will help you take it." The sisters were all thinking of ways, hoping to help Sister Yun reduce the weight and let her persist: "If you don't leave now, you will get tired and tired as you rest. The food we bought will sink. If you stop and wait a while, you will definitely be tired and hungry and unable to walk."

As everyone said that, they began to reduce weight to Sister Yun, hoping that she could persevere.

Sister Yun said, "Xiaomei, I'll change my shoes with you."

"Okay." Xiaomei didn't hesitate and immediately took off her cloth shoes and exchanged them for Sister Yun.

Although he continued to walk, the speed still slowed down, and everyone had to cooperate with Sister Yun's speed. At this time, Xiaomei suddenly said, "Or you, a big guy, carry Sister Yun, otherwise we won't be able to reach the destination at night." Xiaomei was telling Zhao Hu, because although he is not the tallest, he is the largest.

"Me?" Zhao Hu looked dull, not knowing why they had such a suggestion, but he felt that the other party was right, so he agreed: "Okay, I have the strength to carry you anyway."

Sister Yun didn't expect Xiaomei to say this, but she knew that Xiaomei was the smartest among the sisters. Did she see something? Sister Yun did have a good impression of Zhao Hu because she felt that although a man like Zhao Hu was honest and dull, he was reliable, and it was definitely a lifelong choice: "Then I'll give this little brother." Sister Yun was twenty-three years older than Zhao Hu. She walked over and thought to herself that Zhao Hu's back was really wide.

Zhao Hu felt that his back suddenly became hot and he looked unaccustomed, but he could only do this in order to rush the road, but he was inevitably a little strange in his heart.

"Let's go!" Zhang San asked everyone not to delay: "It's early, maybe Uncle Li will buy wine and food for us."

Zhao Hu carried a man on his back, but his feet were still full of wind, as if he couldn't feel the weight behind him. It was indeed natural divine power, and it was no problem to carry a heavy object worth about a hundred pounds.

Without Sister Yun’s drag, everyone rushed all the way and finally arrived at Lijiazhuang before dark.

"Here, this is my brother's hometown. You can wait here for a while now, I'll go to explore the wind first." Zhang San was very familiar with Lijiazhuang. When he got familiar with the door, he went to knock on the door of a large courtyard in the village: "Uncle Li, I am San'er."

Lijiazhuang is much bigger than Zhaojia Village. Now everyone should be busy in the fields. However, the yard that Zhang San beats seems to be a scholar, not a farmer.

It's still bright now, so everyone will hurry up and work and will no longer see anything when the sun sets.

The wooden door with mottled paint opened a crack, and an old woman showed half of her face alert. Seeing that it was Zhang San, she smiled and hurriedly opened the door: "San'er, do you still know how to visit your aunt."

"Aunt, I'm going to trouble you this time. We were taking a boat to Tonghai City, but unexpectedly, the boat sank halfway, so I brought a few of my friends to ask my uncle and aunt for help."

"The shipwrecked?" The old woman was surprised, but after knowing the whole story, she still enthusiastically invited everyone in: "Come in, come in, I'll cook some ginger soup, but fortunately I haven't cooked yet. Old man, go to Lao Wei's house to ask if there is any leftover braised pork, our little Chao has come."

The yard is very wide, and there are no brick and tiles in Zhaojia Village. It looks like a wealthy family and is also the only one in Lijiazhuang. Obviously, this family is very famous in the village.

A thin old man walked out of the room, wearing a pair of glasses and holding a book he opened in his hand: "San'er, it's really you. I just said it was you, and the old woman doesn't believe it."

"Hello Uncle Li." Zhang San said respectfully.

"What's wrong?" The old man saw Zhang Sanyi's group of people in a very embarrassed manner, with sand on his head and body: "Why did it look like it was fished out of water?"

"Old man, go to Lao Wei's house quickly and ask later."

"Okay, okay, I'll go now."

"Don't forget to bring the money."

"I'll take credit first." The old man's legs and feet were also very quick.

The yard suddenly became lively. The old woman was entertaining everyone and sat inside, and then started looking for old clothes: "I'll boil some water later. You all wash it, they are dirty like piglets in a pigpen."

"Don't be polite, my uncle and aunt are both enthusiastic people." Zhang San reassured everyone, and then chatted with the old woman: "When was Brother Li last time?"

"Last Sunday, I brought us some messy things, and my family was not short of them, so I still had to bring them home every time." "You should help your aunt watch him in the city, don't let him spend money randomly, his salary must be saved to get married."

Zhang San nodded, "My brother should indeed be married. I have two wives at the age of 30. My son has been weaned. He, a dignified deputy director, should marry a lady of a good family and go home to be filial to you two elders."

"San'er is still sensible. Marrying a wife and having children is a natural thing for a son, but your brother just said that he was free to fall in love, which made us old couple not hug him."
Chapter completed!