pjbooks Chapter 259 Local Customs and Traditions!
Chapter 259 Local Customs and Traditions!
Zhang Yan descended the mountain along a wild path.
It was completely dark.
There were no streetlights in the mountains, only the stars overhead and the scattered lights of distant villages.
The gravel underfoot crunched underfoot.
His steps were slow, but steady.
Eleven hours of intense production—it's impossible not to feel tired.
The precise control of the Thousand Arms is extremely mentally taxing.
But that feeling of excitement was still surging through my body.
Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Eighty-seven tons.
130 kilometers per hour.
One punch can pierce through a mountain.
Thinking of that steel behemoth lying obediently in the system space, Zhang Yan's lips curled up again.
The mountain road rounded a bend, and the lights of Wangjia'ao suddenly came closer.
The red lanterns at the entrance of the courtyard were still lit.
I heard noises of people drinking and playing drinking games coming from my second uncle's house.
Zhang Yan pushed open the gate to Wang Hao's courtyard.
The lights were on in the main room, and Wang Hao was sprawled on a bamboo chair, scrolling through his phone. On the table in front of him were a pile of leftover snack bags and empty soda bottles.
Hearing the door open, Wang Hao looked up.
"You're back?"
"Um."
"You've been sketching all day?" Wang Hao looked him up and down. "Your face is covered in dust."
Zhang Yan casually wiped his face. His fingers brushed against a fine layer of rock powder.
That was splashed up when the Tyrannosaurus Rex charged and smashed through the stone wall.
"It's windy up in the mountains, that's why."
Without thinking much, Wang Hao tossed a bottle of water onto the table.
"I left you some rice; it's still warm in the pot. My second aunt's pickled fish is incredibly delicious."
Zhang Yan took the water, turned it on, and drank two mouthfuls.
I was really thirsty.
I went into the kitchen and lifted the pot lid.
A large bowl of pickled fish, the soup still hot. The aroma of pickled cabbage and chili peppers wafted up together.
Zhang Yan ladled out a bowl and took it to the main room to sit down.
"Are you done with your work for today?"
"Don't even mention it." Wang Hao rolled his eyes. "I went to town three times. I didn't buy enough red paper, so I had to go again."
"We forgot to get the extra-long firecrackers, so we'll go again. The last trip was because my second aunt said we didn't buy enough peanuts, so we went again."
He counted on his fingers.
"I walked more roads today than you climbed mountains."
Zhang Yan took a bite of fish.
The taste was indeed excellent; the sauerkraut was stewed until very tender, and the fish was so tender that it would fall apart with a single bite.
It tastes a hundred times better than what Nie Qingcheng makes.
He almost burst out laughing when the thought popped into his head.
But I can't say.
I'll die if I say it.
"Oh, right." Wang Hao suddenly sat up straight, his expression a little strange.
"There was an earthquake this afternoon while you were away."
Zhang Yan paused for a moment as he picked up food with his chopsticks.
"earthquake?"
"Well... it's not exactly an earthquake," Wang Hao scratched his head. "It was more like that feeling—a muffled thud under my feet, and then the table shook a few times."
He gestured to indicate his name.
"The bowls were all shaking on the table; I thought there had been a landslide."
Zhang Yan picked up another piece of pickled cabbage with his chopsticks without changing his expression.
"How long will it last?"
"A few seconds? Not long, then it was over."
Wang Hao shrugged. "I asked my second uncle and the others, and they said it happens occasionally here. It's a mountainous area, so it's normal."
Zhang Yan chewed on the pickled cabbage.
normal.
That's perfectly normal.
It's reasonable that an 87-ton mech crashed through a 20-meter-thick granite wall at a speed of 130 kilometers per hour, causing some tremors nearby.
"It's alright, Xiao Zhen," he said calmly.
Wang Hao didn't take it seriously and slumped back into the bamboo chair.
Do you have plans for tomorrow?
Zhang Yan thought about it.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex has been built. The energy of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart fragments is stable and does not require additional adjustments. The remaining Vermilion Bird materials will have to wait for news from Nie Qingcheng.
There's nothing urgent to do for the time being.
"no."
"Great!" Wang Hao jumped up immediately. "I'll show you around tomorrow and let you experience the local customs and culture of Liuxi Town!"
"What local customs and traditions?"
"Food, drinks, and entertainment," Wang Hao said, rubbing his hands together. "Don't underestimate this small place; we have tons of good stuff."
"There's a braised food shop in town that's been around for thirty years, and Old Li's cooking skills are absolutely superb."
"There's also a river where you can catch fish; I used to go there every day when I was a kid."
Zhang Yan looked at his chubby face, which was glowing with excitement.
"OK."
"It's a deal then! We'll leave at eight o'clock tomorrow morning!"
Zhang Yan nodded and took the bowl back to the kitchen to wash it.
He returned to the room that had been assigned to him.
Open the window.
The mountain breeze blew in, carrying the scents of pine trees and earth.
The outline of the distant mountain ridge was faintly visible under the starlight.
That direction leads to the South Valley of Qinglong Ridge.
The claw marks left by the Tyrannosaurus Rex are still on that granite.
The shattered stone walls and flattened slopes are also there.
But these traces are hidden deep in the forest, and no one will see them.
Zhang Yan closed the window.
He took out his phone.
I sent a message to Nie Qingcheng.
"I'm back, I've already eaten. What about you?"
Half a minute later.
reply.
"Just finished a meeting. I'm hungry."
Zhang Yan frowned.
"What time is it for a meeting?"
"Just finished."
"What did you eat?"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.
Then a voice message.
"...instant noodles."
Zhang Yan's brows furrowed even more.
Type: "Where's the soup in the fridge?"
"It's all gone. We finished it yesterday."
He leaned against the headboard, looking at the two messages.
The image of her sitting alone in the huge living room of the villa, holding a bowl of instant noodles, came to mind.
Something inside me felt a slight pang.
He typed.
"I'll make it for you when I get back."
The reply came instantly.
When are you coming back?
"The wedding is the day after tomorrow. I'll leave right after it's over."
There was no reply for a long time.
Then came a text message.
"it is good."
Just one word.
But Zhang Yan knew she was laughing on the other end of the phone.
Because a voice message followed immediately.
Four seconds.
"Then you owe me braised pork, winter melon and pork rib soup, and handmade wontons. Make them all at once. If you miss even one, you're doomed."
Zhang Yan smiled slightly.
"What else?"
"Think about it again."
"Then you'll keep thinking about me going back."
There was no further reply.
But a few seconds later, an emoji popped up.
It's a cartoon cat that rolls around hugging a pillow.
Zhang Yan glanced at it for two seconds.
Put your phone next to your pillow.
Turn off the lights.
The stars outside the window are still shining.
A few barks could be heard occasionally in the distance.
He closed his eyes.
Today's results were better than expected.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex's overall assessment reached SS level. Its Charge and Crush assessment was SSS.
In addition, there are White Tiger, Xing Tian, Xuan Scorpion, and Devouring Shark.
He has more and more cards in his hand.
But not enough.
The Vermilion Bird was not created.
The Azure Dragon is still missing a crucial material.
Zhang Yan rolled over.
forget about it.
Tomorrow, Wang Hao will drag me along as a tourist again.
He fell asleep quickly.
The starlight from outside the window fell on his face.
Quiet.
……
the next day.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go!"
Wang Hao dragged Zhang Yan out the door.
The mist hadn't yet dissipated on the mountain path in the early morning; the air was damp and carried the fragrance of grass and trees.
The two walked along the mountain road toward the town.
Wang Hao talked nonstop the whole way.
"That crooked tree in front of me, when I was a kid I climbed up to steal bird eggs, fell down and knocked out a front tooth."
"That ditch, when it rains, the water can reach waist level. Dazhuang and I once caught a two-pound catfish in it."
"See that rock? Doesn't it look like a turtle? We call it Grandpa Turtle."