The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

Leaving his parents at home to discuss repaying the money, Zhang Zian rode a tricycle and called Er Zhu to go to the orchard for spraying and weeding.

"Er Gouzi, just now I heard from those old men in our village that you saved Jiang Zhengwu?"

So Zhang Zian recounted what happened just now from beginning to end. Of course, he couldn't say anything about drugging himself to death.

"It's amazing, you can't save that old thing. Every year, he can steal half of the subsistence allowances that the town gives to my family." Erzhu said angrily.

Zhang Zian could only say a few words of comfort.

"Ah, Ergou, look at this peach, isn't it obviously bigger than in the morning?"

"And these grapes, haven't they just been picked, why are they sprouting again?"

Zhang Zian gave a random reason, and although Er Zhu was full of doubts, he didn't continue to ask.

The output of the orchard is quite considerable now, but there are a total of ten acres of land. Although under the effect of the spiritual liquid, new fruits can be produced after picking, but it is too slow after all. Zhang Zian plans to expand the orchard.

I told Er Zhu about my thoughts, but Er Zhu didn't understand, so he just nodded and said the idea was good.

Zhang Zian rolled his eyes, okay, just pretend he didn't say anything.

Because of the spiritual liquid, the grass in this orchard is really stubble after stubble. Basically, the weeds have just been weeded today, and they will grow again tomorrow.

Isn't it popular to cut leeks now? Why isn't it popular to cut grass?

Under the nourishment of the psychic liquid, the weeds were so green that Zhang Zian even wanted to buy a few sheep to raise them in pens. He wondered if the mutton would taste better after being fed the grass moistened by the psychic liquid.

Two hours have passed, and the two of them have not finished the ten acres of land just by weeding, and they have only done half of it.So they found a shady place, and the two ate grapes, chatted, and rested.

Just then, a gray Alto car came driving not far away.

Get out of the car and get out of the six punks, all neatly yellow haired, wearing flip flops, tattooed, the one walking in the front is holding a machete in his hand, and the ones behind are all baseball bats.

Zhang Zian was confused, can this little Alto hold so many people?

The six men came to Zhang Zian and Er Zhu aggressively, and the leading gangster said arrogantly: "Which one of you is Zhang Zian, get out here."

Zhang Zian frowned. This was obviously aimed at him. The person he offended these days was Lord Hu, the loan shark, Fang Shao from the Fang Group, Huang Maowei, the small manager of the steel company, and Jiang Zhengwu. One.

Who is it?

Zhang Zian silently turned on the phone camera, switched it to video recording mode, and handed it to Er Zhu, who asked Er Zhu to take pictures of the whole process.

At first Er Zhu was reluctant, he was much stronger than Zhang Zian, and he could resist a few more times when he went up, but seeing Zhang Zian's reassuring expression, he obediently took the phone.

Zhang Zian walked over, showing timidity, and said with fear on his face: "I am Zhang Zian, who are you?"

Huang Mao, the leader, looked at Zhang Zian's cowardly behavior, and immediately said arrogantly: "Look at your cowardly behavior, are you scared to pee? When you came here, Young Master Fang said how good you are at fighting, is there a mistake in the information? .”

As he said that, the man walked to the side of the peach tree, waved the machete in his hand, and a peach fell to the ground. He still couldn't let go of his hatred, and chopped the peach on the ground twice.

Zhang Zian expressed distress, regret, and anger, and hurried up to stop him: "What are you doing, is it easy for us small farmers to grow some peaches and sell them for money? Stop it."

Holding a knife, Huangmao said arrogantly: "Now it's your peaches that are being chopped, and it will be you in a while. Even you shabby Yang dares to offend Young Master Fang. You are really a gauze wipe, show me a hand."

As he said that, he slashed at Zhang Zian with his knife. If he was chopped, at least he would lose an arm.

But Zhang Zian had been prepared for a long time. In his eyes, the knife was surprisingly slow, and he dodged it with a slight dodge to the side, and at the same time pretended to stagger.

Acting skills are all learned from dicks.

"You guys are breaking the law and killing people. If you don't stop, I'll have to defend myself!" Zhang Zian was terrified, and then said angrily.

Huang Mao didn't listen, thinking that he had encountered a soft persimmon, he swung the knife again, anyway, Fang Shao was responsible for what happened, and he was afraid of it.

Zhang Zian dodged quickly, and at the same time kicked Huang Mao's crotch.

"Crack!"

There was a cracking sound, "Ouch!" Huang Mao covered his crotch, knelt on the ground, and howled miserably.

All of this is within Zhang Zian's calculations. It is completely legitimate to occupy the victim's position first, and the other party is the one who strikes first, and is also holding a controlled knife like a machete. He himself reminded and discouraged him in advance, and only fought back conditions of defense.

More importantly, he let Er Zhu record the video, occupying the moral high ground.

"Let's go up together and kill him." Seeing his elder brother being beaten, the other Huang Mao yelled, swung baseball bats one after another, and threw them at Zhang Zian.

Zhang Zian was defeated by the five people's festivals, and was beaten with a stick from time to time. He felt that the heat was almost ready, so he stopped acting with them.

Because in Zhang Zian's eyes, their movements were like the slow motion in the movie, too slow.

So, he punched one of the yellow-haired faces, and he fainted with a groan of pain, and then kicked the other yellow-haired ribs with three clicks, at least three of which were broken, and the other party fainted immediately, groaning in pain No sound.

The remaining three gangsters were stunned, this plot reversal is a bit quick.

It wasn't like this just now. Wasn't this guy submissive just now?

How to be like Superman now, so frighteningly brave.

When the three of them were hesitating whether to continue, Zhang Zian rushed over like a hungry wolf, and put three punches on the three of them, his movements were silky smooth.

Before passing out, the three of them were fighting and scolding in their hearts and didn't talk about martial arts. We stopped attacking, so why are you still fighting.

After tidying up the five people, Zhang Zian waved Er Zhu's hand, indicating that the recording can be stopped.

After taking the mobile phone handed over by Erzhu, he opened the video and showed a satisfied smile.

At the same time, he was amazed by his acting skills.

I also praised Erzhu's shooting level.

Zhang Zian walked up to the yellow-haired boss, grabbed his hair, shook his mouth twice, and stopped howling immediately.

The yellow-haired boss looked at Zhang Zian with fear on his face. Sure enough, Young Master Fang didn't lie to himself. This guy is super good at fighting, and he just fooled him.

"Go back and tell him, if you mess with me again, I'll be really angry." Zhang Zian said lightly.

Of course Huang Mao knew who he was talking about, so he nodded quickly, he didn't want to be beaten.

"Hurry up and get out of the person with you, don't get in the way here."

As if receiving an imperial decree, ignoring the pain, he got up numbly and looked at the younger brother who had fainted on the ground. He didn't know what to do for a while, and turned to look at Zhang Zian.

"Do you still need me to wake them up for you?" Zhang Zian said in a strange way.

Huang Mao trembled when he heard this, how dare he, he did the same thing, slapped each of the five people twice, then woke up, and led them away in a desperate manner.

Alto Jr. whistling black smoke from the rear of the car, it can be seen that the accelerator pedal was pressed to the bottom.

When the car drove away, Erzhu worried: "Ergou, they won't call the police, will they?"

"Don't worry, it will happen. Who won't call the police if they lose money? We are law-abiding citizens. We should defend ourselves properly. Don't panic." Zhang Zian was very calm.

"By the way, why are you so good at fighting? I remember that when you were young, you were quite imaginary..." Er Zhuzi seemed to have opened up a chatterbox when he was young, and he couldn't stop it. Fortunately, there was no one else, otherwise Zhang Zian Those embarrassing things really can't be hidden.

Zhang Zian had exclamation marks all over his face.