Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 1252 Going up the mountain
A trace of regret flashed across Zhang Yu's eyes, and he glanced deeply at the hill in front of him.

I secretly regretted that it was not winter and it hadn't rained recently.

Otherwise, he would be able to follow the traces left by that person and find where the other person had been.

However, it seems that there is not no solution at all.

Suddenly, something flashed through his mind.

Zhang Yu suddenly lowered his head and fixed his eyes on Dahei who was squatting at his feet.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he tentatively pointed at the back of the man who had just left, and then pointed at the place where the other person passed when he came down the mountain.

Then he took out two pieces of dried meat from the space and placed them in front of Dahei.

Dahei seemed to understand everything. He lowered his head and sniffed the dried meat in front of him. Joy appeared in his eyes. He let out a low and powerful "woof" from his throat and swallowed one of the pieces of dried meat into his mouth without hesitation.

Then he pushed another piece of dried meat towards Zhang Yu.

"For me?" Zhang Yu asked subconsciously, feeling a little touched. Dahei liked the dried meat so much that he was willing to give half of it to him.

"Since you are so sincere, Dahei, then I won't..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Yu was stunned.

Dahei used his body to block his hand that was trying to take the meat, stuck out his tongue, licked the dried meat, and his saliva dripped all over the dried meat. Then he just looked at Zhang Yu quietly.

"Wow~"

Not sure if it was his illusion, but Zhang Yu inexplicably saw gloating in the dog's eyes.

After understanding what Dahei meant, Zhang Yu was a little amused.

It turned out that the dried meat was not for him, but for him to put away.

Zhang Yu looked at the dried meat that was covered with dog saliva with disdain and really didn't want to reach out to take it.

He looked at the dried meat, then at Dahei, and finally said with a dark face: "You'd better eat it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Yu clearly saw that Dahei seemed to swallow twice.

But as if he had made some decision, he didn't eat the piece of jerky.

It lowered its head and rubbed Zhang Yu's trouser leg hard.

While rubbing, it made a "woof-woof" sound.

Zhang Yu opened his mouth wide. He really didn't expect that Dahei would act like a spoiled child.

"Okay, okay! Stop rubbing it, stop rubbing it, or my pants will get ruined."

While trying his best to dodge Dahei's rubbing, Zhang Yu awkwardly reached out to pull up his pants.

His pants were almost rubbed off by Dahei's touch just now.

Speaking of this, Zhang Yu looked at Dahei at his feet thoughtfully.

By the way, isn’t Dahei a little too strong?
Could it be that the effect of this jerky is really that magical?
In the end, Zhang Yu didn't reach out to take the piece of jerky.

He patted Dahei's head and said, "Eat the jerky, and I'll give you another piece when I get back."

Afraid that Dahei didn't understand, he took out a piece of dried meat from the space and waved it in front of Dahei, then pointed at the piece of dried meat that was already soaked with saliva.

Dahei understood now and let out an excited "Woof~" sound. His eyes sparkled and he opened his mouth to swallow the remaining piece of dried meat.

Seeing Dahei's look, Zhang Yu also became very greedy. He couldn't help but took a piece of dried meat from the space and started eating it.

Hearing the sound, Dahei subconsciously looked at Zhang Yu - the dried meat in Zhang Yu's hand.

"What are you looking at? It's not your piece."

Zhang Yu waved the dried meat in his hand in front of Dahei with a helpless look on his face.

No matter how greedy he was, he wouldn't be so greedy as to snatch food from a dog.

Seeing Dahei's relieved expression, Zhang Yu's face darkened again.

He stuffed the remaining dried meat into his mouth and then patted Dahei's head.

"Okay, now that we've eaten the jerky, it's time to get back to work."

Dahei seemed to understand what Zhang Yu said. It wagged its tail and began to sniff the ground, as if looking for some important scent.

Zhang Yu stood aside, quietly watching Dahei's every move, looking forward to what Dahei could achieve.

Dahei was sniffing the ground carefully, and suddenly, as if he smelled something, he ran forward suddenly, and Zhang Yu followed closely behind.

After walking two steps forward behind Dahei, Zhang Yu suddenly thought of something and stopped abruptly.

Dahei ran forward a few steps, and when he realized that Zhang Yu didn't catch up, he turned around and barked at him a few times.

(Why don’t you leave, you shoveler?)
Zhang Yu patted Dahei's head and looked towards the mountain.

Then he said, "Let's go, Dahei, let's go back."

I was dazzled by the little goldfish just now and almost forgot that I had promised Grandma Xie when I came out that I would go back soon.

Thinking of this, he stroked Dahei's head twice and said very straightforwardly: "Let's go back."

No matter how many things you have, they are not as important as your family.

It’s not too late to look for the things tomorrow. If you go back late, grandma will be worried.

Dahei didn't understand why the shit shoveler didn't go up again, but when Zhang Yu walked to the gate and saw Grandma Xie standing at the door fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan and looking around, his heart suddenly calmed down, and his previous restlessness disappeared.

He smiled and took two quick steps, shouting, "Grandma, I'm back!"

"Now you're back. Are you hot? Let grandma fan you." Grandma Xie said as she fanned her eldest grandson with the palm-leaf fan in her hand.

"I'll do it myself." Zhang Yu said, and took the palm-leaf fan from Grandma Xie and started fanning himself.

I have to say, this palm-leaf fan is actually quite cool.

Zhang Yu put a little more strength into his hands so that Grandma Xie who was standing beside him could also feel cool.

Grandma Xie noticed her eldest grandson's actions and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Just fan yourself, I'm not hot."

Zhang Yu didn't say anything, but he didn't stop trying.

"Grandma, let's go home."

"go home……"

……

Walking into the yard, the whole family was enjoying the cool air in the yard.

Grandpa Xie had been unable to sit still for a long time. Seeing his wife moving forward, he stood up hurriedly, took a few steps forward, and took his wife's arm from Zhang Yu.

"Su Qin, I'm sleepy! Let's go back to the room and sleep."

Seeing them being so affectionate in front of all the young people in the courtyard, Grandma Xie couldn't help but blush. She slapped Grandpa Xie's arm angrily.

"The children are here, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Although they said this, the old couple did not stop walking into the house.

Seeing the old couple who are still in a very good relationship despite their old age, the younger generation in the courtyard couldn't help but smile.

After watching the old couple go into the house, Xie Zhiyuan glanced at the sky and said, "It's getting late. You guys can chat. Huizhen and I are going to go back and rest."

This statement caused a strange laugh.

And a slightly obscene voice: "It's getting late, wife, let's go back and rest..."

"Haha, hahaha!"

Zhou Huizhen felt embarrassed by the laughter, so she reached out and pinched her man hard.

Xie Zhiyuan was pinched so hard that he trembled and almost couldn't help but howl out on the spot.

Not daring to argue with his wife, Xie Zhiyuan turned his gaze to the culprit. He glared at his brother who was laughing wildly and scolded him angrily, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

Seeing the murderous intent in his elder brother's eyes, Xie Zhiying swallowed subconsciously and said with full desire to survive: "No, elder brother, I was not laughing at you." "Then what are you laughing at? Tell me." Zhou Huizhen's attack just now was fatal. Xie Zhiyuan's arm was shaking with pain now. He really didn't want to let the culprit go.

"I...I suddenly thought of a joke." Xie Zhiying rolled his eyes and blurted out.

"Oh, what's the joke? Tell it so that everyone can hear it."

Xie Zhiying choked and looked at his wife for help.

But his wife just shrugged and said she had no idea either.

"Brother...Brother, I'm your brother, please be gentle."

“Brother…brother…brother, don’t hit me in the face!”

……

After giving his reckless brother a good beating, Xie Zhiyuan finally felt relieved.

Xie Zhiying, who had been severely beaten up, was dejected and looked at everyone with a resentful look.

After all the laughter and joking, Xie Zhiyuan didn't feel like going back to rest for a while, so he picked up the tea placed aside and sipped it carefully.

Seeing the tea on the table, Zhang Yu suddenly felt thirsty.

But then again, the dishes for dinner today were relatively light, and he ate a lot, so it would be strange if he wasn't thirsty.

Zhang Yu was not good at appreciating tea, let alone the elegance of drinking it. He simply took out a porcelain pot from the kitchen, picked up the teapot on the table, poured half a pot of tea into it, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Oh, my good tea!"

After reacting, Xie Zhiying couldn't help but cover his chest.

He looked at his nephew in disbelief: "You just drank it like that?"

Juanmei glared at her man and drank the tea in her hand.

She doesn't know how to taste tea and can't tell whether the tea is good or bad.

I can't understand why my man is so slow when drinking tea. He uses a palm-sized pot to make tea all day long. It's an eye-sore just to watch him.

"What are you crazy about? Isn't tea meant to be drunk?"

Hu Anmei angrily retorted to her husband, then turned to look at Zhang Yu: "Xiao Yu, don't worry about your uncle, he's crazy again."

As she spoke, Hu Anmei picked up the tea can at hand and poured some tea leaves into Zhang Yu's porcelain jar. While Xie Zhiying was angry but dared not say anything, she took the thermos beside her and filled the jar with water.

Xie Zhiying watched helplessly as he drank one fifth of the good tea he had worked so hard to get.

"My tea, my good tea!"

Xie Zhiying is almost covering his heart now.

Juan Mei didn't care about that and directly brought the teacup to Zhang Yu: "Xiao Yu, don't worry about him, just drink it when you need to."

Seeing the threat in his wife's eyes, Xie Zhiying suppressed his heartache and grinned, "Xiaoyu, drink yours, don't worry about me."

If he hadn't laughed so hard that it looked like he was crying, Zhang Yu would have really thought that he was fine.

Looking at the tea in the porcelain jar, Zhang Yu said tentatively: "How about you drink it yourself, second uncle?"

"No, you should drink it. It hurts me to see you."

Xie Zhiying looked at the tea leaves in the porcelain jar and unconsciously covered his chest with his hands.

He feels distressed!

My wife was too cruel.

This is enough for me to drink for several days.

Xie Zhiying hugged her tea can tightly, fearing that if it was taken away, she would lose the rest.

"~555~" This is the tea he got with great difficulty!

He persuaded the other person for several days before she was willing to give up her love.

Just like that!
Gone!

Xie Zhiyuan was there watching the fun, and he felt much better when he saw his brother's distressed look.

Damn, deserve it!

Who made him talk nonsense just now?

He is already old, but he is still so stupid.

Xie Zhiyuan was childish for once and wanted to add fuel to the fire.

Zhou Huizhen glared at her man, signaling to him that enough was enough!
Finally, Zhang Yu couldn't bear it anymore and thought that there seemed to be some roasted tea leaves in his secret space.

There are not many tea trees in his secret space.

Only two trees were planted before, and the ones that followed were all descendants of those two.

When the tea leaves just started to grow, she had some free time and suddenly felt like imitating others and wanted to learn how to taste tea.

Of course, the more important reason was that he wanted to know what the difference was between the tea picked from the tea trees in the secret space and that picked from outside.

Will it be as powerful as in the novels I read before?

Because of this, he even found someone to teach him how to roast tea.

Actually - I just watched it a few times from the side.

However, compared to those tea roasting masters, Zhang Yu has a very important plug-in in his hand.

He can use his consciousness to control everything in the secret space and can do many things, including frying tea.

Controlling the tea frying with consciousness was easier than he thought.

Although the first pot was a little burnt because I had no experience and didn’t control the heat well.

But the tea produced in the secret space tastes really good. Even if it is mushy, it is still much better than the broken tea leaves sold outside.

And with the experience of the first time, the next time will be much easier.

The second pot, the third pot, the fourth pot...

His cooking became better and better, and eventually he almost caught up with the master chef.

Only after he had picked all the tea leaves in the secret space did he stop what he was doing.

But because he didn't know how to taste it, he could only feel that the tea in the secret space was much better than the ones outside. As for how much better it was, he could only say that it was better than those outside, and more sweet and mellow.

As for the more detailed feeling, he couldn't describe it.

Anyway, he feels the same no matter what kind of tea he drinks. My aunt and brothers at home don't like drinking tea much either. Only my uncle will usually make some tea for them.

But how much can my uncle drink by himself? At most, Director Wu will snatch some away when he sees him.

But the tea leaves in the secret space were constantly growing, and he couldn't bear to waste them, so he would pick a batch every once in a while.

He basically put all the picked tea leaves in the warehouse.

When it accumulates to a certain amount, it will be fried all at once.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now I see a lot of tea leaves piled up in the space.

"Uncle, don't feel bad. I have a pot of good tea. I'll give it to you later."

"You keep it for yourself." Xie Zhiying replied dejectedly.

He didn't think his eldest nephew could have any good tea.

Knowing what he was thinking, Zhang Yu didn't say much, but just said: "I'll take it out and show it to you. If you like it, keep it. If you don't like it, I'll take it back."

"Okay, go get it." Xie Zhiying couldn't bear to disappoint his nephew's filial piety, and made up his mind that no matter whether the tea his nephew took out was good or bad, he would be happy to accept it.

Zhang Yu went back to the house and took out a two-kilogram bag of tea from the secret space.

It’s not that he didn’t want to take more, but he already brought so much stuff when he came.