The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 277
The New Year is just around the corner.

Lights up.

Because of Zhang Yong, the real dragon, the Zhang family has been doing well in recent years, and the situation is very good.

Hearing that Zhang Yong was going home for the New Year, the elders got even more energetic and painted the entire Zhang family's old house. They even clamored to build a manor at the foot of the mountain for Zhang Yong to live in, calling for everyone to come out together.

Zhang Hengting frowned slightly.

No matter how you say it, Zhang Yong is still a child of the Zhang family. Does the whole family welcome him with this seniority?
There was only a junior around him, and a group of uncles went to greet him. This was not enthusiasm, it was clearly alienation, only outsiders needed to be so polite.

"Zhang Yong's rise is too fast."

"The elders of the family don't know how to face him anymore."

"But I don't want to think about it. Zhang Yongneng has gained a firm foothold in the Yugoslavia. What kind of scene has I never seen?"

"In this way, not only will it not make people's eyes shine, but it will make people feel alienated."

Although Zhang Heng is like a transparent person on weekdays.

But after all, he was a patriarch, and he could tell at a glance that the current Huludao Zhang family's biggest problem was the lack of background, and all the chips were on Zhang Yong alone.

Zhang Yong can be described as a talent of thousands of miles, a hero of the moment.

But within the Zhang family, apart from Zhang Yong, there is no second talent that can be shown.

What's more, the Zhang family occupies a hundred miles of Huludao, but there is no one who can manage this hundred miles well.

The elders of the family are still fantasizing about promoting their family and occupying thousands of miles of land. No matter how you look at it, this is not a long-term situation.

"Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng"

The 28th of the twelfth lunar month.

There are three days until New Years.

A flying eagle chariot appeared in the sky, and a young man in a golden robe stood on the chariot and shouted to Zhang Heng's yard: "I'm back."

Zhang Heng pushed the door and walked out, and it was Zhang Yong whose appearance had changed drastically.

"Why is your hair like this?"

Zhang Heng looked at Zhang Yong's gray and white hair.

"Something went wrong when I was practicing, but it doesn't matter, I also got a blessing in disguise and cultivated a unique skill."

Zhang Yong was very calm.

Zhang Heng was noncommittal, because under his eyes, Zhang Yong's physical body had countless hidden injuries, just like a piece of porcelain with a beautiful appearance but full of cracks inside.

Don't ask to know.

Zhang Yong's situation in Yugoslavia is probably even worse than what he said in his letter.

He has reached the point where he is struggling, and the old injury has not healed and he has added a new injury. This time he came back to visit his relatives, so he may have the intention of recuperating.

"You just came back today, don't do anything, just sleep well under this tree."

Zhang Heng moved a rocking chair and put it under the tree.

Zhang Yong froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

Done.

Zhang Yong lay down and fell asleep, and soon fell asleep.

Zhang Heng stood aside and shook his head slightly. Thinking about it, it had been a long time since Zhang Yong had a sound sleep.

"Is it evening?"

Wake up again.

The sky was getting dark, Zhang Yong asked a little confused: "How long have I been asleep?"

"Four hours."

Zhang Heng replied.

"I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time."

Zhang Yong stood up and stretched.

After finishing, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, he looked up at the big tree above his head, and asked strangely, "Is this a dead tree?"

After finishing speaking, he was a little uncertain: "I remember that this is not a dead tree?"

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "It's been more than a year, you remember wrongly."

"Maybe, I've been too tired recently."

Zhang Yong didn't think too much, and muttered to himself: "The Yugoslavia is a good place. It is a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak."

"Fortunately, God is still attached to me. I am lucky, and there are opportunities. Compared with those who come in despair and leave in despair, I am doing pretty well."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhang Heng: "If I say, I can buy three Zhang families, will you think I'm crazy?"

Zhang Heng smiled without saying a word.

Zhang Yong stretched out his hand to caress the dead tree, and said with a smile, "I've always wanted to take you to the Yugoslavia, but unfortunately I never had the chance. Let's see next year, and I will work harder."

Zhang Heng shook his head: "A big place has its hardships, and a small place has its beauty. I think Huludao is pretty good. Going to Yugoslavia may not be as comfortable as here."

Zhang Yong was silent for a while, thought for a while and said, "Then let me get you some fishing boats."

Zhang Heng glanced at him.

He continued: "You are not young anymore, you can't stay at home all the time."

"I'm doing well in the Yugoslavia. If the situation permits, it's best for you to come with me, but you don't want to."

"If you don't want to, you don't want to. There are a lot of nasty things on my side. It's really not as comfortable as at home."

"But you can't be so idle all the time, there is no more or less, there is always something to do."

"I asked. We don't have a large-scale fishing fleet here, but some small fishing boats."

"If you want to build a well-organized fishing fleet, you should have a leader. You don't need to go out to sea at that time. Find a few bows and let them build them. You can settle the accounts and manage the channels."

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "So thoughtful?"

"Not thorough enough."

Zhang Yong hammered Zhang Heng's shoulder: "I'm just a younger brother like you. I watched you grow up."

Speaking of which.

Zhang Yongmei said happily: "In the early years, when I was thirteen or fourteen, I thought about what I would do if I didn't have spiritual roots."

"At that time, I just wanted to get a fishing boat, ride the wind and waves, and have an adventure on the sea."

Zhang Heng thought for a while.

He didn't refuse, because he could see that Zhang Yong was sincere.

Just thinking of what Zhang Yong said that he could buy three Zhang families, Zhang Heng was a little curious about his way of making money: "You are in Yugoslavia, how do you make money? You also open mines and plantations just like you do at home. , or raise a fleet?"

Zhang Yong laughed as soon as he heard it: "How is it possible, how much money can you make by opening mines, raising lingbei, and planting plantations?"

"This is the way for small families to get money. If you go further up, you won't play such low-end things."

Zhang Yong lowered his voice: "As far as I am concerned, there are not all big families in the Yugoslavia, there are also many small families who are struggling to survive."

"Because they can't find monks who can hold the place, they need to ask for worship from outside. I hold the position of priest in more than a dozen small families. If someone asks for trouble, I will help them solve it. As a reward, I will get Thirty percent of the net profit."

"In addition, Yugoslavia is the center of the South China Sea. Every year, countless talents from small places come here to look for opportunities."

"When there are too many people, it is easy to be chaotic."

"Especially the younger generation, no one is convinced, and some friction is inevitable."

"Someone has suffered a loss and is not reconciled, so he will ask me to come out and uphold justice."

"In this case, I usually teach people a lesson in the name of sparring."

Zhang Heng was a little dumbfounded.

What Zhang Yong said sounds good, but the things he did sound so social.

No wonder he had so many hidden wounds.

No one jumped out of the rock, and no one has friends.

Zhang Yong taught him a lesson, and later he invited someone to take revenge on him.

Come and go again and again, even if you don't want to get hurt.

"I don't want to, but I can't."

"The family cannot provide me with enough cultivation resources, and I have to fight for many things with my life."

"If you don't fight hard, you will be depressed for a long time. I am also a dignified husband, no worse than anyone else. Why should the arrogance of a big family be able to control the situation, I have to stay low and be a small one."

Zhang Yong clenched his fists: "You will win if you fight hard."

Zhang Heng fell silent.

He is not Zhang Yong, and he doesn't know what Zhang Yong has encountered in Yugoslavia in the past ten years.

So he can't comment much.

All I know is that no matter how he treats others, Zhang Yong really treats him as a family member.

As for Zhang Heng, he seemed to be helping relatives but not helping.

"Stay at home for a while."

"Practice must be relaxed and relaxed. You make your hair gray, like a little old man. It looks like a weak body. It needs to be repaired."

"I went out for a walk some time ago and caught a black-bone chicken."

"When you turn back to make soup, you can drink two more cups, it will replenish energy and blood."

Zhang Heng opened his eyes.

In the afternoon, taking advantage of Zhang Yong's deep sleep, he intercepted the vitality of the big tree with the secret blessing of Gezao Mountain Liujia, and used it to heal Zhang Yong's hidden wounds.

That's why Zhang Yong slept comfortably, and the big tree withered.

It's just that the hidden wounds on Zhang Yong's body are too serious, and it is far from being able to make up for the vitality of a big tree if he wants to recover.

Looking back, I have to kill a few more sea beasts.

(End of this chapter)