Zhang Xiaoqiang and Yuan Yi's boudoir happiness was not worth mentioning. Miaomiao followed Yang Ke-er around every day, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang seem lonely. Later, with Yang Ke-er's consent, Zhang Xiaodie was sent to serve Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaodie was not unhappy. She had a general understanding of Zhang Xiaoqiang's temper. She knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang did not like her, so she stopped daydreaming and became Zhang Huai'an's goddaughter and Zhang Xiaoqiang's little girl.
These days, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little impatient. The fish hunting project had been completed, and all kinds of backup plans to deal with the big fish had been prepared. Huang Tingwei and his people stayed in the monitoring room 24 hours a day to monitor the lake, but the big fish seemed to have disappeared into thin air. No matter how the lake tried to lure it, no big fish came ashore.
The big black fish was a thorn in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart. He could not rest easy until the big fish was removed. Every day, he would send people to ask, but there was always no news. This made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel helpless. The big black fish had become the next problem in his plan.
Perhaps, the big fish would become his biggest enemy. All kinds of vegetables planted before the camp had grown to half a foot long. Every day, more and more poor people loitered outside the barbed wire. The barbed wire and rifles could stop human beings, but they could not stop the big fish. Zhang Xiaoqiang really wanted to pick these vegetables to count.
While he was deep in thought, the crisp sound of a bell rang beside him. The fishing rod was placed on his right hand, with a bell hanging on the end of the rod. When a fish ate the bait and pulled the fishing line, the fishing rod bent and stretched toward the river. The fishing line was tight, and the force seemed to drag the fishing rod into the water.
Zhang Xiaoqiang casually took down the bell and picked up the fishing rod. He didn't need to shake the reel to release the fish. After testing the feel of the fish, he shook his wrist, and a white fish with shining scales flew into the air and fell toward Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang whistled as he picked up a red bucket from the side of the chair with his left hand and steadily caught the big fish that was half a meter long. The red bucket was slightly heavy, and the white fish fell into the bucket. It was estimated to be one to two kilograms. Zhang Xiaoqiang casually handed the red bucket that had splashed out of the water to Zhang Xiaodie, who was standing on the side and dozing off.
"Send it to Sister Yuan and let her cook."
Then glancing at the fresh white fish in the red bucket, Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed in his heart. What kind of white fish was this? It was obviously a Diaozi fish. He had eaten countless Diaozi fish in his life, but he had never seen such a big Diaozi fish. Generally, one to two kilograms was considered big.
Once again hanging the sesame oil dough, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the bait into the water. Before he could put the fishing rod down, the fishing rod nodded again, as if something had taken the bait.
Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to pull it up, but he found that it was much heavier than before.
"A big guy?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang was delighted and increased his strength. A white mass broke out of the water. When Zhang Xiaoqiang saw it, he was not happy. He tilted the fishing rod and threw the thing back into the water. The force was so great that it broke the fishing line.
At this time, Zhang Xiaodie ran back with the empty bucket. She was in a hurry, and her cheeks were bright red like an apple. There was a lot of sweat on her forehead, and her chest was also soaked with sweat, outlining two small buns and cherries.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was not in the mood to look at Zhang Xiaodie's naked body.
"Go, tell Sister Yuan to stop cooking and send the fish to the main kitchen. We don't eat that thing."
After saying that, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw down the fishing rod and left, leaving Zhang Xiaodie standing there in a daze. She did not know that Zhang Xiaoqiang had hung up a white skeleton. The Diaozi fish did not have any taboos, and it was very likely that it had eaten dead people's flesh. Zhang Xiaoqiang was not in the mood to eat it.
Walking by the river every day was also annoying. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt in his pocket that there was still a thousand jin of food stamps. Zhang Huai An had sent it over, and Zhang Xiaoqiang had said a few words about it. He felt that the camp's food supply was still very tight, and they could not be so luxurious. Thus, Zhang Xiaoqiang had been forced to give it to Zhang Xiaoqiang in the name of dividends.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was puzzled at that time. When did he have any shares?
Finally, after Zhang Huai An's explanation, he understood that after he sold Lu Xiaobu, Zhang Huai An had swindled five jin of hundred-year-old Fen wine from Lu Xiaobu. The reason was that there was a shortage of diesel, and it was not easy to make parts for armored vehicles, so Lu Xiaobu had to reduce the number of times he had to train.
After opening the restaurant, Zhang Huai An put another jin of wine into a bottle, and it became the treasure of the restaurant. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had provided the information, had become the owner of the bottle of wine as a share.
Zhang Xiaoqiang understood. That was Zhang Huai An's thank-you fee. As for the real owner, Lu Xiaobu, he had been forgotten. With the food stamps in his pocket, Zhang Xiaoqiang wondered if he should go shopping and buy some.
Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed the wheelchair towards the market area. Beside him, Yutou, who had just recovered from a serious injury, followed. Yutou's shoulder had only been grazed by a bullet, and he had lost a few pieces of flesh. Other than that, he was fine. He applied some hemostatic powder on it, and the treatment was complete. Hemostatic powder had a miraculous effect on external injuries.
Yutou was fine. After becoming Huang Quan's direct disciple, he taught him wholeheartedly. His body began to exude the vigor of a soldier. Be it walking, sitting, or standing, he had the posture of a mountain or a pine tree.
Now that Yutou had become Zhang Xiaoqiang's orderly, he was very responsible. As long as Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to go out for a walk, he would follow him. As for Uncle Yun, while he was recuperating, he was very intimate with a woman with a child. Every day, he would think of making the child call him father. Perhaps in his heart, Yutou had already grown up, and he no longer needed to protect him like a son.
The two came to the market area and strolled around for a while. Zhang Xiaoqiang casually bought a few interesting handmade products for Yang Ke-er. He also bought a nice-looking MOD HECK Stalker Tactical Survival Knife. Seeing the strange shape of the military knife, it looked very cool. He believed that Meow would like it.
After buying a few small gifts for Shanghai Qiaoyun and Yuan Yi, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that there was no need to stroll around anymore. He brought Yutou to a restaurant to drink tea and enjoy the air-conditioning to cool off the heat.
It was already past dinner time, but there were many people in the hall. They were either drinking wine, chewing peanuts, or sipping tea and chatting with each other. This place had become an alternative combination of a bar and a teahouse.
Zhang Xiaoqiang brought Yutou to a private room and ordered two cups of good tea. While drinking tea, he listened to the conversations of the people outside. The people sitting here were basically people with some status. At the very least, they could take out a few hundred catties of food stamps from their pockets at any time.
It seemed that the place was very messy. Almost every table was occupied. If you looked closely, you would find that they had formed a few small circles among them. Each circle had a tacit leader. He would lead the topic and lead the crowd to chat or start some kind of discussion. Some were very flamboyant and spoke very loudly, as if they were afraid that others did not know what they were talking about. Some were very low-key. A group of people sat together and whispered to each other, looking a little sneaky.
The person who spoke the loudest was a pockmarked man. The pockmarks on his persimmon face were like black sesame seeds on a sesame cake, scattered everywhere. As he spoke, his saliva splattered everywhere. The men who were sitting around him and listening to him attentively used their sleeves to wipe the saliva on their faces from time to time.
Although the pockmarked man's saliva splattered everywhere, the other people's faces did not show any displeasure. Instead, they revealed a lewd smile and from time to time urged or asked for details.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not care. He raised his teacup and blew on the steam. He took a sip and was still savoring the taste in his mouth. When the words came out of the pockmarked man's mouth, it was as if Zhang Xiaoqiang had heard it. He immediately spat it out.
"You guys don't know, that foreign girl is the real coquettish one.
It's so fun when she twirls, it makes my heart itch. Also, when she flashes her tits, you guys will know what a bosom is. If you can see a foreign chick pole-dancing, then you guys can die without regrets … "