This sentence completely confused Zhao Jin. He did not ask rashly and just followed Zhao Zhenxing home. Zhao Zhenxing had thick joints and the calluses on his hands were thick and hard.

The land of each military household is limited. There are only a few children in one generation, and the land is passed down from generation to generation. Therefore, in the guard military household, in addition to the eldest son who can inherit the status of the military household, the second son often has to fend for himself.

Road, but a hereditary family like the Zhao family can think of ways to fill a military household position or something. However, according to the impression in Zhao Jin's mind, his uncle has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is not willing to be in the guard house.

After living a peaceful life, he went out to work at the age of sixteen and returned to Xuzhou nine years ago. No one knew what happened to Zhao Zhenxing outside. They only knew that when he came back, he was penniless and had old wounds.

External injuries are easy to treat, but internal injuries are difficult to recover from. Zhao Zhenxing's injuries made it impossible for him to have offspring, and he was weak and had to take medicine regularly. He was almost useless. Thanks to Zhao Zhentang's job as an executioner, he had plenty of money and was able to help from time to time.

My younger brother, otherwise his life would be miserable.

Zhao Zhentang and He Cuihua often talk about these words. He Cuihua always complains that her brother-in-law spends too much of her own money, and the couple quarrels over this even if they can't do it. Zhao Jin didn't understand it in the past, but now Zhao Jin knows that his mother is a ruthless person.

It's hard to put it bluntly, but I never shortchanged my uncle for a penny, and we screamed together every day when we had dinner.

"Is your father at home today?" Zhao Zhenxing asked as he walked on the road.

"I was called out in the morning and said I would be back for lunch at noon." Zhao Jin replied, everyone said that executioners are unlucky, but there are many occasions when Zhao Zhentang is invited to come over inside and outside the city. Except when he is on official business, he rarely has time to spare.

at home.

Just after passing an intersection, two children ran towards each other. One was about ten years old, half a head taller than Zhao Jin, white and fat, and carrying a wooden stick in his hand. Behind him was a very sturdy boy, about six years old.

At seven years old, the two look alike, so they should be brothers.

The two children were running out of breath. When they saw Zhao Jin, the fat man was stunned and panted and said, "Zhao Jin, are you okay?"

Zhao Jin nodded. The fat man raised the wooden stick in his hand and said with a smile, "I'll come and play with you in the afternoon."

Before Zhao Jin could agree, the fat man turned around and said to his younger brother: "Er Hong, let's run faster. We'll be late when we get back from lunch, or we'll get scolded by our mother again!"

The man named Er Hong nodded vigorously, and the two brothers hurried away.

After looking at the backs of the two brothers, uncle Zhao Zhenxing said with a smile on his face: "Xiao Jin, you are the only one in our Zhao family. When you grow up, there will be no help. You need to make more friends."

Friends."

Zhao Jin subconsciously said "Hmm", and it was only then that he realized that the names of the two children were brothers from the Chen family in the next street. The fat man's name was Chen Sheng, and his younger brother's name was Chen Hong.

Chen Sheng and Zhao Jin used to play together a lot, but in retrospect, they couldn't be called friends, and Zhao Jin was often bullied by Chen Sheng.

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After lunch, Zhao Jin walked out of the house scratching his head, recalling the conversation at lunch with a troubled face.

When he and his uncle Zhao Zhenxing returned home, his father Zhao Zhentang had already returned. He also bought a pot of wine and cut some cooked meat. It seemed that he had made a good income in the morning.

Everyone sat down to eat. The small family was not so particular. He Cuihua also came to the table to eat. Somehow, she started talking about Zhao Jin's future.

Father Zhao Zhentang drank two glasses of wine and talked a little too much: "When Xiao Jin is well raised, he still has to go on a few red missions with me and learn the art of beheading. Then he won't have to worry about eating, drinking and spending money in the future."

When this was mentioned, He Cuihua immediately became unwilling and yelled mercilessly at the dinner table: "Is Xiao Jin your son or not? He almost got scared last time. You still want to torment him!"

Before Zhao Zhentang could speak, He Cuihua said: "The military household has no future. It would be unlucky to behead him. Xiao Jin still needs to study. If he has a great reputation and honors his ancestors, he might even be able to become the prime minister!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhentang put the wine cup in his hand on the table, pointed at Zhao Jin and said: "Your family is a butcher, my family is a military household. Let's not say that I can't take the exam for my identity. Even if I spend money to clear my joints, what do you think?

Is this kid good at studying? He has been in private school for two years. Can he memorize the Thousand-Character Classic? You, a woman, spend all your time thinking about fame, fame, fame, and the glory of studying. It also depends on whether we have that blessing.

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Zhao Jin only bowed his head to eat there, and it was not his turn to interrupt at this occasion. Because Zhao Jin was an only child, he was pampered by his family since he was a child, and developed a cowardly character. And because there was no atmosphere for reading at home, he studied in a private school.

It was also a complete mess, otherwise Zhao Zhentang would not have considered letting him inherit the profession of executioner.

When the argument was about to start, uncle Zhao Zhenxing, who had been listening with a smile, spoke up. His voice was very soft and he spoke very slowly: "Brother and sister-in-law, in this world, having a good body and learning martial arts are the most important. But this paragraph

It will take a few days for Xiao Jin to recover, so let him go out and do more activities and have fun for a few days!"

"Study martial arts, you have learned a lot of good martial arts, look at you..." Zhao Zhentang was halfway through his words when He Cuihua stared back with a vicious look.

Zhao Zhenxing still had a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand to touch Zhao Jin's head and said with a smile: "Xiao Jin, go out more and make more good friends. It will be good for you in the future. Do you understand?"

The reason why Zhao Jin was distressed was not because of his parents' quarrel. In fact, Zhao Jin felt that this kind of quarrel was very cordial and warm. Someone cared about your future and was worried about your future. Zhao Jin had never experienced this before.

What worries Zhao Jin is what he will do in the future. A ten-year-old child will not worry about this, but Zhao Jin is different, he has a clear understanding.

I have the opportunity to start over, and of course I must cherish this opportunity. I started working hard from a starting point much lower than others in that life, just to prove myself and achieve achievements and glory, but I gave up halfway and everything ended.

His study of history at that time was very sloppy. Zhao Jin knew about the Ming Dynasty and had vaguely heard about Wanli. He was completely confused as to what happened before and after this period of history and what happened in Xuzhou City in this era.

What will he do in this life? Zhao Jin doesn’t know yet, but he doesn’t want to live an ordinary life like his last life. Since he has come to this era, he must prove that he has been there and leave his name in the long history!

Thinking of this, a determined look appeared on Zhao Jin's face, and his small fists clenched. At this moment, he heard someone from behind shouting: "Zhao Jin, you're out!"

Looking back, it was the little fat man Chen Sheng I had seen in the morning. Chen Sheng was followed by his younger brother Chen Hong. The two little brothers walked over quickly. Chen Sheng asked with curiosity on his face: "Zhao Jin, I heard my grandpa said you were scared." How did you come back to life after you died?"

"I'm not dead, I just fainted from fright!" Zhao Jin replied angrily.

Chen Sheng still held the three-foot-long short stick in his hand. He didn't care at all about Zhao Jin's answer and continued excitedly: "Let's go to Wu'anmen to play."

Wu'anmen? Zhao Jin was stunned for a moment before he realized that this was the West Gate of Xuzhou. There used to be several shops and warehouses there, but now that the shops have closed, the vacant space in the warehouse has become a paradise for children.
Chapter completed!