80s Taoism

"Peng!" A fire exploded at the fried dough stick stand.

"Ah!" Zhang Jiaohua exclaimed in shock.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Manyin was also taken aback by Zhang Jiaohua.

Only then did Zhang Jiaohua realize that what he saw just now was not real, but something he had imagined. Rubbing his eyes, everything at the fried dough sticks stall was as usual, and the iron cages were filled with golden fried fried dough sticks. Zhang Jiaohua has never encountered such a situation. He scratched his head, not knowing what was going on.

"What's going on?" Zhang Manyin asked eagerly.

"I'm confused. Just now I saw the fried dough stick stand caught fire." Zhang Jiaohua said with some embarrassment.

"Oh. I was shocked, you child, I thought something happened." Zhang Manyin smiled.

The door of Luo Yongming's house was open, and Luo Yongming was lying on a recliner and taking a nap.

"Grandpa Luo." Zhang Jiaohua stood at the door and called out.

Older, easy to doze off, but the sleep is very shallow. Luo Yongming woke up suddenly, saw the grandparents and grandchildren at the door, and immediately stood up enthusiastically, "Jiaohua, Brother Zhang, rare customers. Please come in, please sit down. I will pour water for you."

Luo Yongming was very happy, he just hoped that someone could come and talk to him. But now everyone has their own business. Who can live a leisurely life like a retired cadre like him?

"Today we came to the town to buy seeds. Come over to see Grandpa Luo. I brought you a piece of cured wild pork." Zhang Jiaohua took the wild pork out of the snakeskin bag.

"Come on, come on, why are you bringing things? If you are like this, I will not dare to let you come to my house in the future." Luo Yongming laughed.

"This wild boar is a wild boar hunted in the mountains last year. It's worthless. People in our villages can't produce anything valuable. You just don't mind it." Zhang Manyin said with a smile.

"Brother Zhang, what are you talking about. This wild pork is something you can't buy with money. You brought me such a big leg of meat last time, and I haven't thanked you yet. You brought it to me again. Okay, I accept it. Don't rush to leave today, stay with me for dinner before leaving. I will call Changjun and ask him to come over for dinner, and then send you back by the way." Luo Yongming put the bacon in the kitchen.

"Brother Luo, don't bother about eating. The farming will be busy now, and there are many things at home. I will start to germinate the seeds tonight. Otherwise, the farming time will be delayed, and this year's harvest will be gone." Zhang Manyin is always a little cautious in Luo Yongming's house. His house is so clean, Zhang Manyin is always afraid of getting other people's things dirty. Some fidgety.

Zhang Jiaohua was thinking about the scene he saw just now. Why did you have a blind eye just now? He clearly saw that a ball of fire engulfed the fried dough sticks, but in the end, his eyes were dazzled. That scene was so real. Zhang Jiaohua's heart is still beating a little bit now.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to eat. Besides, when the chairman comes to take you back, it won't delay your work. Jiaohua, what's the matter today? Is there something wrong? Why are you not in a good mood?" Luo Yongming asked strangely.

"It was strange just now. I clearly saw that the deep-fried dough stick shop below was engulfed in a ball of fire, but I was blinded by it." Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head again.

"So that's what happened. You children have rich imaginations, and it's normal to have hallucinations sometimes. But when you say this, I really want to remind Lao Xiao, and I have to pay attention recently. His shop often has open flames. There is so much oil in the shop. If you don't pay attention, something big will happen." Luo Yongming has long been aware of the danger of Lao Xiao's shop. But they are all old neighbors for many years, and Lao Xiao's fried dough stick shop is also a time-honored brand. Lao Xiao is also generally very careful.

Luo Yongming made a phone call, and Luo Changjun rushed over immediately. The jeep was parked at the gate.

Luo Changjun saw Zhang Jiaohua and Zhang Manyin as soon as he entered the room, and greeted him warmly, "Uncle Zhang, Jiaohua, you are here. My dad often talks about you. He has been talking about Jiaohua for so long, and he doesn't come to play on the street."

"Uncle Rob, I brought you some amulets. You are a police officer and often deal with bad guys. This amulet can keep you safe." Zhang Jiaohua took out the amulets from his body.

Although Luo Changjun didn't believe that such a piece of yellow paper could protect his life, he still happily took the amulet, "Then I have to wear the amulet on my body. Recently, I often deal with some desperadoes. Now that the reform and opening up, everything is based on money, and some people dare to do anything for money. Now theft and pickpocketing cases often occur, and even robbery cases occur frequently. Uncle Zhang, teach you to go out on the street, and you must pay attention to safety."

"Isn't it because your police work is not effective?" Luo Yongming said dissatisfied.

"Comrade leaders, how can we blame our public security system? The current crime rate has increased several times compared to previous years, but our number of investigators has not increased accordingly. There are even signs of layoffs. There are more officials and fewer people doing work. It is strange that the efficiency can be increased." Luo Changjun is also very wronged.

"Don't talk about this. Brother Luo, we need to be more careful in the future." Luo Yongming didn't want to argue with his son, so as not to neglect Zhang Manyin and his grandson.

"We met three bums at the dumpling restaurant just now. They are not good people at first glance." Zhang Jiaohua talked about what happened at the dumpling restaurant just now. But he didn't say anything about Jin Hu and the others.

"Really? They didn't do anything to you, did they?" Liu Changjun's expression immediately became serious.

"That's all right. Today they are unlucky." Zhang Jiaohua talked about the situation at that time. Hearing this, Luo Yongming and his son's eyes widened.

"I'm afraid this is the bad luck of eight lifetimes?" Liu Changjun couldn't help laughing.

After dinner, Zhang Yiman and Zhang Jiaohua were ready to go back. Luo Yongming pushed out a very well-maintained permanent brand heavy-duty bicycle from the house, "Chang Jun, you will send you off to Uncle Zhang and Jiaohua later. Take this bicycle there. It will be convenient for Jiaohua to go to the streets in the future."

"No, no, we can't have such an expensive bicycle. Besides, the education is so high, how can we ride a bicycle?" Zhang Manyin quickly refused.

"Why can't you ride? The children next door to us are about the size of beggars, and they can all ride bicycles. If they can't ride a seat, they can step on a tripod. Even if they can't ride now, they will be able to ride when they grow taller." Luo Yongming decided to take back the things he gave away.

Luo Changjun simply tied the bicycle to the roof of the car.

When Zhang Jiaohua got into the jeep, he glanced at the deep-fried dough sticks shop again, and was shocked again.