The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1330 Zhou Bingkun: "Who is Jia Zhangshi?"

The character "光" (guang) on ​​a cardboard sign, belonging to the Zhou family.

At the silent dining table, everyone ate dumplings, but their thoughts were all elsewhere.
After greeting Hao Dongmei, Li Suhua said, "Honey, let's find Rong'er a place to go to the countryside nearby!"

Upon hearing Li Suhua's words, Zhou Zhigang nodded silently and said, "I'll take care of it tomorrow morning!"

Seeing that her father and mother had agreed, Zhou Rong was about to say something more.
Before she could speak, Zhou Zhigang turned his head and raised his hand to slap her.
Facing her father, who had once doted on her, Zhou Rong immediately lowered her head.
Because she realized that there was absolutely no room for negotiation on this matter.

"Come on, Bingkun, eat more. We're going to be taking care of Auntie at home from now on!"

Zhang Cheng poured the dumplings into Zhou Bingkun's bowl, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhou Zhigang felt a bitter taste in his mouth and didn't know what to say.
If Zhang Cheng hadn't brought it up today, he probably wouldn't have found out until Zhou Rong had run away!

After the meal, everyone came out.
Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhou Rong said with a face full of resentment, "Zhang Cheng, from today onwards, don't call me 'sister' anymore. I don't deserve it!"

"You're only just realizing that?! Just because I call you Sister Rong doesn't mean you're so great! You're a brainless idiot!"

Looking at Zhou Rong with disdain, Zhang Cheng completely dropped his pretense and spoke with a look of utter contempt.
"Zhang Cheng, how dare you speak to Zhou Rong like that!"

Looking angrily at Zhang Cheng, Cai Xiaoguang shouted angrily.

"Hey, hey, hey, I haven't even had a chance to speak to you yet! Shut your mouth! You're a brainless idiot too! You were the one who took her to the capital back then, weren't you? She was fourteen! In ancient times, she wasn't even of marriageable age yet. How dare Feng Huacheng deliver the letter, and you even dared to act as a middleman between the two of them? Did Jia Zhangshi eat your brain? Cai Xiaoguang!"

Looking at Cai Xiaoguang, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but question him, as if to say, "Where's your brain? Brother!"

"you!"

glaring angrily at Zhang Cheng, Cai Xiaoguang was speechless, completely stumped.
It's not that he's brainless, it's just that he's prone to making foolish mistakes when he likes Zhou Rong!

Who is Jia Zhangshi?

Looking at Zhang Cheng with curiosity, Zhou Bingkun suddenly blurted out these words.

Turning their heads, everyone stared at Zhou Bingkun, as if he were the key point of the question.

"I'll talk to you about this later!"

Looking at Zhou Bingkun, Zhang Cheng pointed at Zhou Rong and said, "It's fine if you want to die, but let me tell you, no one in the Zhou family should pay the price for what you did, especially my aunt. Do you know what will happen to her after you run away? She'll be living in constant fear, afraid that you, you idiot, will die in the mountains, afraid that the next letter you send will be filled with bad news."

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng stepped forward and said, "Zhou Rong, you can be selfish, but you can't be too selfish! Otherwise, I won't let you off the hook! And don't you like Feng Huacheng? Let me tell you, not only can your uncle write letters, but I can write a letter right now and ruin him! You don't believe me? Try it!"

With that, Zhang Cheng turned his head and said, "Alright, is there anything else? If not, I'm going back to sleep!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, who suddenly seemed unfamiliar, Hao Dongmei asked in surprise, "What happened to him?"

"Uncle Zhang is gone; he must have been traumatized!"

Watching Zhang Cheng's figure disappear, Zhou Bingyi felt a sudden headache coming on.
My younger brother, Zhou Bingkun, is honest, but if Zhang Cheng were here too, there would be nothing to worry about!

"Hey, Zhang Cheng, don't go! You still haven't told me who Jia Zhangshi is!"

Watching Zhang Cheng leave, Zhou Bingkun shouted,

"Wow!"

Zhang Cheng slipped and fell to the ground upon hearing Zhou Bingkun's words.
But once he got up, he immediately grabbed a snowball and yelled, "Zhou Bingkun, get the hell out of here!" Dodging the snowball, Zhou Bingkun grinned and put his hands in his sleeves.
Looking at Zhou Bingkun's appearance, Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei were completely speechless, because could these two really take care of their family?

"Are you alright, Zhou Rong?"

Upon approaching Zhou Rong, Cai Xiaoguang looked at her and spoke.
"I'm fine!"

Wiping away her tears, Zhou Rong tilted her head back, as if trying to stop them from falling.

"Well, Zhang Cheng was just worried that Auntie would be heartbroken after you left, so please don't blame him!"

Looking at Zhou Rong, Cai Xiaoguang began to explain.

"I see!"

Turning back home, Zhou Rong saw her mother waiting for her and immediately sat down in a chair.
Looking at Zhou Rong in front of her, Li Suhua said, "Didn't you want a red sweater? I'll make one for you, please don't leave."

Looking at her mother, who was no longer young, Zhou Rong remained silent for a moment, then tears streamed down her face as she wept silently.

Lying in bed, Zhou Zhigang wiped away his tears. The slap that hit Zhou Rong's face today was also a slap on his own body. He really cared about this daughter, which was why he was so angry that he lost his mind.

Back home, Zhang Cheng tidied his things. Following his predecessor's memories, he went to the area under the bed, dug out a few bricks, and retrieved an iron box from inside.

When the box was opened, it contained a Browning pistol and two boxes of ammunition, totaling nearly a hundred rounds.
Seeing this in astonishment, Zhang Cheng exclaimed, "This is amazing!"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng disassembled the gun and then carefully examined the parts.

Seeing that there wasn't much wear and tear, Zhang Cheng reassembled it and put it into the storage space.

There were nearly 2,600 yuan in the tin box, all saved up by the father of the previous owner.
As a level 3 driver, I earn 63 yuan a month. It's easy for me to save that amount of money; it would be strange if I couldn't.

After all, there's a saying that goes, "If you turn the steering wheel, you wouldn't trade it for a county magistrate position!"
He opened the envelope Zhou Zhigang gave him. Inside, besides eight hundred yuan, there was also a letter of introduction, which was his proof of taking over the business!

Seeing that there weren't many things in the house, Zhang Cheng decided to go to the black market today to see if he could get something.

The black market is different from the pigeon market.
The pigeon market is a place to enjoy various food items and other household necessities.
But the black market is different; it's a mixed bag, you can find anything there.
And if you get caught on the black market, that'll be a real mess!

After changing into his father's clothes, Zhang Cheng covered his face with a scarf, revealing only his two cunning eyes, and left.
Based on memory, we arrived at the outside of a dilapidated temple, where we could already hear some sounds coming from inside.

He cautiously approached, and Zhang Cheng immediately saw the two men emerge. He asked, "Buy or sell!"

"purchase!"

After speaking to the two of them, Zhang Cheng walked straight inside.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? You have to pay for things!"

Grabbing Zhang Cheng, one of them couldn't help but speak up.
Looking at the other person, Zhang Cheng took out a dime and handed it over, then asked in confusion, "That's strange? There was no such custom when I was in Beijing!"

But if someone who organizes the black market heard this, they would definitely curse. After all, how many people are there in Beijing? How many people are there here? If they don't charge an entrance fee, how can they make any money?
Upon entering the dilapidated temple, Zhang Cheng squinted at the people squatting on both sides and the various items around him, because everything here looked quite nice!
Arriving at a stall selling furs, Zhang Cheng shielded his flashlight, revealing only a dim light, and asked, "How much?"

"This is the price for a bear pelt hunted just last month!"

Making a gesture, the man looked at Zhang Cheng and couldn't help but speak.
"Damn, 120! Why didn't you just rob me!"

Seeing that the other party was making an outrageous demand, Zhang Cheng turned around and left. He felt that they were trying to fool him. After all, Northeastern cuisine is still available now, and bear skin is nothing compared to tiger skin!
(End of this chapter)