When Zhang Hong heard this, his head was pounding.
If the father is stubborn, Weng Weng is the stubborn among stubborns, and his name Weng Weng has the word "Gu" in it.
Zhang Hong's father took a look and hoped that his father would persuade Weng Weng, but Zhang Si's thoughts were all on the newspaper now, and he made it clear that he would not be a lobbyist.
Zhang Hong was afraid of his father, but Zhang Si was actually more afraid of his father, Zhang Gu.
Although Zhang Si is stubborn, he is also reasonable.
But Zhang Gu was not reasonable at all, and instead scolded him at every turn.
Besides, he is older and has an old and spicy look.
But Zhang Si doesn't think so. He thinks that his father is old and young, and the older he gets, the younger he becomes.
But Zhang Gu didn't think there was something wrong with him. Instead, he thought his son and grandson's views were naive.
War of words often breaks out between father and son, but in the end Zhang Gu wins.
Zhang Si stopped arguing, bowed and left, thinking angrily: "You are the father, how can a son argue with his father to the death?"
Seeing that Zhang Gu had defeated his son again, he felt even more proud while stroking his beard: "Sure enough, the old one is the best. The ancients never deceived me."
Although their family fled to the mountains, Zhang Gu, who was an upright man, also brought the sign "Heaven and Earth Lord, Personal Master" to show that this was his Guigao.
Now he was sitting in front of this sign, lost in thought.
His hair was starting to turn gray, and his body was even a little hunched over.
Life in the cave was too hard and tortured him, and his hair turned a lot gray.
Zhang Hong came to Zhang Gu, picked up a bowl of rattan vegetable soup, handed it to Zhang Gu, and said: "Weng Weng, my grandson has stewed a sip of vegetable soup for you, please taste it."
Zhang Gu looked at his eldest grandson lovingly and said, "Grandson, didn't Weng Weng tell you that you have a little baby, so you can't starve him."
Zhang Hong felt that Weng Weng was too kind to him. Even though he was too hungry and had no strength, he still thought about his great-grandson.
With tears in Zhang Hong's eyes, he bowed respectfully to Zhang Gu and said, "Thank you, Weng Weng, for caring about me. Cheng'er is much better after drinking the porridge. I also have a portion of the vegetable soup. Please taste it." "
Zhang Gu heard that everyone had a portion. He took the soup and saw that there were even oil beads. He frowned, put down the bowl, and scolded: "Hong'er, did you go down the mountain to steal vegetable oil?"
Zhang Hong bowed respectfully and said: "This is the oil and salt sent by the security team, so there is oil and meat."
Zhang Gu glared at him and reprimanded: "What a mess. The security group and a militia group actually came to Jintang. Are they even more powerful than the Song Dynasty official army?"
Zhang Gu didn't believe that this happened at all. He even suspected that his grandson had stolen the oil and salt.
After all, benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust are predicated on having enough food and clothing. Now he doubted himself whether he could still maintain etiquette if people starved to death here.
Now people are about to starve to death, so he suspects that his grandson is trying to make him happy by going down the mountain to steal other people's oil and salt.
Having said this, he looked at the vegetable soup and asked sternly: "Hong'er, are you going down the mountain... to go."
He couldn't say what he was stealing. After all, he had never stolen anything from others in his life.
Zhang Hong thought to himself, everything I said is the truth, why doesn't his father believe it, even his father's father doesn't believe it.
Especially since Weng Weng is old after all, he has been tortured a lot here and sprained his foot, in urgent need of treatment. With tears in his eyes, he stepped forward and saluted Weng Weng and said: "Tell Weng Weng, the oil and salt for my grandson were indeed given by the security team. They not only gave the oil and salt, but also the immortal furnace and immortal charcoal."
After saying that, he brought in something like a bucket. Although the bucket was not burning, it still glowed red.
After he let Weng Weng see it clearly, he arched his hands again and said, "Weng Weng, this is the fairy furnace sent by the security team. Adding one fairy charcoal can ensure that it can be used for half a day."
Zhang Gu stepped forward to look at this fairy furnace, which he had never seen before, and suddenly asked: "Hong'er, things are useful, but you can't steal other people's."
Zhang Hong found that he was getting darker and darker, and Weng Weng always thought according to his ideas.
He took out a small wooden box and took out a thin wooden stick. The thin wooden stick made a "wiping" sound, and suddenly a fire suddenly appeared from its tip.
Zhang Gu almost knelt down, his eyes fixed on Zhang Hong's glowing thin wooden stick, and said sternly: "Hong'er, where did you get the sky fire?"
Zhang Hong was secretly amused. Weng Weng was not much better than when he first saw the fairy match, and said: "Weng Weng, this is not a sky fire. It is caused by this thin wooden stick."
After saying that, he threw the lit fairy match into the ground, then underground. Then he took out a thin wooden stick and scratched the small wooden box, and the strange sky fire appeared again.
Zhang Gu looked carefully at the sky fire, and then at the thin wooden stick that was about to be extinguished on the ground.
Suddenly, he stepped forward and slapped her.
The exceptionally clear sound of "papa" echoed continuously in the cave.
Zhang Hong looked at Weng Weng in disbelief. Although Zhang Gu often scolded him, he rarely slapped him.
Zhang Gu hit the thin wooden stick that had been extinguished, leaving only wisps of smoke. It was half burned.
He raised his head and scolded Zhang Hong: "Tian Huo, Hong'er, just throw it away like this, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"
Zhang Hong didn't dare to cover his face. He understood the reason why he was beaten and said respectfully to Zhang Gu: "Weng Weng, Hong'er was wrong. Please forgive Weng Weng."
Zhang Gu's face was as sharp as a stone, and now he showed a smile.
Zhang Gu looked at the half-burned thin stick and wanted to reach out to pick it up, but he frowned and sprained his right foot.
Zhang Hong knew that Weng Weng cherished this fairy match very much, so he bent down to pick up the half of the fairy match and handed it to Weng Weng respectfully.
Zhang Gu looked at it repeatedly, but he couldn't figure out how this thin piece of firewood could attract the fire from the sky.
He looked at the fairy match in Zhang Hong's hand. Zhang Hong saw the way he was thinking and understood what he meant.
He took out the fairy matches and thin wooden sticks, and demonstrated one in front of Zhang Gu, wasting another fairy match.
But Zhang Gu didn't scold him. He looked at the fairy matches and the thin wooden stick tips and found that they were both purple.
He thought for a long time and guessed that this purple thing might be related to the fire from the sky.
Seeing that Zhang Gu was very interested in the fairy match, he respectfully handed the fairy match to Weng Weng.
Zhang Gu's stone-like face showed a smile and asked: "Is this also given to you by the security team?"
Zhang Hong replied respectfully: "Yes."
It seems that Weng Weng has accepted the security team, so he gave a detailed introduction to the security team's results. Of course, the focus was on Zhao Ping.
While Zhang Gu was listening, he suddenly asked: "Let me take a look at that "Da Song Zhonghua News"."
"Father, the child has been delivered." Zhang Si's voice came from outside.
It turned out that Zhang Si was always beside him, but he was not as good as his son and did not dare to face his father directly.
Although Zhang Hong was beaten, he was still convinced.
This made Zhang Si feel gratified. He was worthy of being Lao Tzu's son, and indeed he had inherited his heritage.
He was not at all ashamed that he did not dare to face his father directly. The war between him and his father and son had never stopped.
As time passed, both of them felt a little disgusted.
However, the two couldn't help but quarrel again when they met.
Both parties think they are right, but they have very strong personalities and do not want to give in to each other. Although their sons occasionally want to do so, it is still difficult to change the deadlock.
Zhang Hong, the grandson, unknowingly became the link between father and son.
Now that Zhang Si saw that the matter had been resolved, he couldn't wait to hand the newspaper to his father.
After staying in the cave for a long time, he had long wanted to go down and go home.
Life in the mountains is too harsh, so it is warmer at home.
After Zhang Gu read the newspaper, he repeatedly clapped his thighs and applauded "The Way of All Things" and "War Theory".
He looked at Zhang Hong and asked: "How old is this Zhao Ping to write these unprecedented works?"
Zhang Hong said with some embarrassment: "I heard that Xu Sui is only eleven years old."
Zhang Hong was twice as old as Zhao Ping, but in terms of what he wrote, apart from his reputation as a civil servant, he was far inferior to Zhao Ping, so he felt embarrassed.
Zhang Gu thought for a while and said: "This person must have a bright future. Our Zhang family is also a scholarly family. Whether we can prosper or not depends on this."
As expected, this man was always trying to make a living. As soon as he got out of the danger of starvation, he started thinking about how to make his family prosperous.
Zhang Gu said to Zhang Hong: "Go and call you Er Weng Weng and the others."
Zhang Gu said embarrassedly: "I heard that the barbarians among them have fainted from hunger."
After all, they are the clan leader, and the various resources allocated to them are relatively abundant.
Their babies almost starved to death, not to mention small rooms such as second, third, and fourth bedrooms.
Zhang Gu could no longer care about his face at this time and said to Zhang Hong: "Quickly invite Mr. Wu and others to come in."
Wu Quan was already impatient waiting outside. In order to prove that they were a Han security group, they did something.
It's rare, do they still think that they are barbarians?
Seeing Zhang Hong coming out at this time, he couldn't help but asked nervously: "Zhang Juren, what did your father say?"
Zhang Hong made a gesture of invitation with his right hand and said, "I'd like to invite you."
When Wu Quan went in, he realized that he had thought it easy. Not only did the other party suffer a sprained foot, but also a sprained waist.
Not only that, more than a hundred people were so hungry that they almost fainted.
Human life is at stake and must be rescued.
Wu Quan and one of his subordinates stayed here by themselves, and immediately arranged for the other three people to report to the county seat.
After receiving the report, Zhao Ping immediately arranged for the cavalry battalion and the nurse battalion to go up the mountain to rescue the Zhang family.
They are so respectable that they would rather starve to death than be held hostage by the barbarians.
They are so admirable that even if they are about to starve to death, they will not go down the mountain to steal food.
They are deeply educated in benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust, and they are indeed the pride of the Han people.
The security regiment was at its highest efficiency this time, sending almost half of the doctor's battalion, nurse battalion and cavalry battalion to ensure that the entire family returned safely.
But there is one piece of news that is not good news for Jintang County, because less than a thousand people in Jintang County came to receive delivery cards and grain and oil.
