Godly Stay-Home Dad

"Everyone rests first, get up at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning!" Zhao Feng glanced at the time and said aloud.

"Ah? I slept for four hours?" Many people mourned a few times.

They usually sleep until noon to get up!

However, this also made some people who want to be together in the mountains go to bed immediately, only four hours, not to sleep well, the next day is more tiring.

However, they did not expect it.

Zhao Feng only slept for three hours. Just five o'clock, he got up and went to Xinyue Mountain to retrieve enough chicken, duck and goose. After a simple treatment, he would roast.

After finishing the work, Zhao Feng glanced at the sea level, staring at the sky that gradually lit up, clenching his fists and feeling the strength of the body's growth. He chuckled and sat on the beach with a variety of tricks.

"call......"

After the first action was finished, he glanced at the stopwatch and smiled: "Thirteen seconds, progress is good."

After a day of training, Zhao Feng can also last from five seconds to thirteen seconds. Although it is only a short six seconds, Zhao Feng feels the strength of the growth, a considerable range, want to come to such high-intensity training, wait for Ahu They become bright, and he can also be promoted to darkness.

"Hey? Wind brother, are you getting up?"

A tiger was awake by the urine, and when he got up, he saw Zhao Feng training alone. After all, he still made him a little shocked, and he sighed the efforts of Feng Ge.

"Well, the time is almost up, let everyone get up, wait for breakfast and start training." Zhao Feng said, he continued to practice.

"Good." Zhao Hu nodded, went to the side of the simple shack on the toilet, came back and called a tent:

"Get to the point, get up, hurry, eat the wind brothers are ready for us, get up quickly."

People came out of the tent one after another. After Zhao Feng was still training, many people were silent. The belief in the struggle of one heart should be born. When they saw the food that was about to be cooked, they were touched. Zhao Feng is more admired.

About five minutes, everyone packed up, Zhao Feng came over with sweat, and after eating breakfast, Zhao Feng let everyone test the power on the dynamometer.

The result was very satisfying to Zhao Feng. Except for the low strength of the six women, everyone else reached the standard when he entered the army. Especially Xu Yong, A Hu and Lao Meng three people broke through 100 kilograms. It seems that their three qualifications are not bad.

At the same time, Zhao Feng feels that after yesterday's training, the strength of these people has increased by more than 30%. Of course, this has something to do with Yang Qingshui's improvement of their physique. Zhao Feng believes that such high-intensity training will not take long before there will be many people. Promote the level of Ming Jin.

"All of them, standing in line with yesterday's position, the first group of two thousand push-ups, start!"

In this way, Zhao Feng decided to increase the amount of training.

From the words of chatting with Zhang Han, Zhao Feng has learned that under the nourishment of Yang Qingshui, he can withstand the pain of high training, and that will become a bright future in five or seven days.

This is still in the case of relatively few resources, only Yang Qingshui, there is no other Lingbao, can not directly promote the Ming Jin like Zhao Feng.

Let Zhao Feng feel that this is like a 100-meter sprint, and it will become a bright force. After that, the effect of such training will be greatly reduced. After all, the effect of Yang Qingshui is limited, and it is impossible for people of any level to drink it with high effect. .

This also allowed Zhao Feng to have a set of preparations. After a week of promotion, he started other training, rules, etiquette, foreign language and other knowledge, as well as professional firearms, investigation, camouflage, etc. What the wind has to do is to make everyone go beyond the ranks of the soldiers!

Not to mention the training on the beach.

Shangjing, Ziyan disguised himself, and Zhou Fei both left the hotel with a frog mirror.

"Sister, do we want to have some breakfast?" Zhou Fei asked.

"No, no appetite, let's go straight, eat again at noon, you have to be hungry, I will accompany you." Zi Yan replied softly.

"Then I also eat together at noon, always eat the food prepared by my brother-in-law, I am not used to it outside." Zhou Fei shook his head and smiled.

The sable is very neatly dressed today, with short white sleeves and a light blue denim and angry jeans. The jeans tightly wrap the skin, revealing her long legs, and the hairstyle is a simple ponytail. A pale pink cap with sunglasses.

This dress makes one of the lighter ones, one more lively.

Zhou Fei is even simpler. He has a sportswear, his hair is draped, and he doesn't dress very much. He wears large sunglasses directly.

Rao is so, two fresh and gorgeous women walking on the street, also attracted a lot of eyeballs, people can see from the little cheeks that the purple scorpion leaked out, this must be a big beauty.

Zhou Fei stopped a taxi on the street and the two entered the back seat. Zhou Fei said bluntly:

"Go to the East Side Road 234."

"Oh!" The driver was a more than forty middle-aged man. After hearing the words, he immediately started the car. When he was waiting for the traffic lights, he glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a smile: "The two beautiful women are going to go. Buy clay?"

"How do you know?" Zhou Fei gave a slight glimpse.

"Haha, I have been renting for ten years in Beijing, and of course I know more." The driver smiled and started the car and turned.

"Oh." Zhou Fei nodded.

"The East Branch Road 234, should be Shengyuan clay sculpture store?" The driver thought about it.

"Yes, we made an appointment yesterday, and we are planning to make clay sculptures in the past." Zi Yan replied, and the pleasant sound made the driver slightly squat.

The gift that Zijing is going to bring back this time is the clay figurine.

Speaking of clay figurines, the most widely spread in the north is the clay figurine. It is rumored that the skill of the clay figurine was very exquisite in the past, just sitting opposite the person, fighting with the hands, not moving, the moment, the face, not only The **** of shape is bishawous and lifelike.

Clay sculpture art is an ancient folk art of Chinese folk tradition, that is, a folk handicraft made of clay into various images.

Zi Yan is going to make her and Meng Meng and... Zhang Han, in the colorful moon in Xinyue Mountain, bring back to Meng Meng will definitely like it, and Zi Yan estimates that Zhang Han should also like it. .

Yesterday, on the way to the restaurant, Zi Yan checked the place where the Beijing-made color plastic was made. After learning that the Shengyuan clay-plastic store was a famous shop, she made an appointment to go to the production this morning.

At this point, the driver heard the words of Zi Yan, silenced, his expression flashed a little hesitant, and finally shook his head and smiled; "In fact, sometimes the big store thing is not necessarily the best."

"Oh? Is it a good place for the master to know how to make clay?" Zhou Fei quickly reacted and knew that there was something in the driver's words, so he asked.

"A good place is not a small shop, but the shop owner is over seventy years old. In clay sculpture, he is a master. A few years ago, many people asked him to sit in the store as a manager, and some even opened each one. The month only allowed him to take four rules, but he said that he was older and stayed in the store and didn't want to leave to refuse."

"Why is such a good treatment rejected?" Zhou Fei said curiously.

"Because..." At this moment, the driver’s face flashed a bit of bitterness and said: "The shop is the place where he and his wife live. I heard that the shop was opened with his wife. Going together, decades of ups and downs, and the same boat, his wife died seven years ago, that is a pain for the elderly, even his children want to pick him up, but no success After that, he has been there and never left."

As soon as this statement came out, the spirit of the purple scorpion was shocked and muttered in the mouth:

"Never leave......"

Between thoughts, there is a deep impression in her beauty. This simple four words reveals what a singular love story. She does not envy the young model couple. She envied the people who can grow old together.

"We will go there." Zi Yan's eyes looked out of the window, and the tone said firmly.

"It’s awkward." The driver responded with a three-point speed.

When driving to the East Branch, the driver took the car into the back alley, and on the back side there was a quadrangle area, on the outside of the street, parked in front of the bungalow with the Liuhe clay plaque.

"Come on, you can go straight in, the teacher Fu surnamed Liu, you call him Liu master," the driver said.

"Okay, give you money, don't look for it." Zhou Fei handed over a fifty-dollar bill and said that he and the sable had got off the bus.

Walking into the store, as if returning to the 1990s, the interior decoration and furniture and furnishings are relatively old.

On the inner side, an old man sat in a rocking chair and quietly drank tea. His slightly squinting eyes were blurred and looked to the right side of the wall, as if reminiscing.

The two people looked at the past and found that the entire wall is a series of clay sculptures. Each clay sculpture has only two people, one male and one female. On the far left, men and women are young. The old man can see the old man’s cheeks. The appearance, up to the right, the two gradually become old, the hair is white, but they are happy to sit together, very warm picture.

Seeing this scene, Zi Yan and Zhou Fei stood by and waited silently. No one interrupted, because he looked at the old man's expression, he was remembering happiness.

After waiting for about ten minutes, when the old man was drinking tea, he found two people standing on one side. He was dumbfounded and said with a slight hoarse voice: "How long have you been waiting?"

"We have just arrived." Zi Yan replied with a chuckle.

"Hehehe..." The old man stood up and shook his head and said, "Sorry, I have kept you waiting. When people are old, they love memories. Come, sit here."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Zhou Fei said again and again.

With the old man walking to the right, Zi Yan and Zhou Fei sit on the stool used by the guests, while the old man sits on a higher chair with his various tools.

"What do you want to do?"

"Can you show me a photo?" Zi Yan asked softly.

"can."

Zi Yan took out his mobile phone and found the prepared photo. He said: "This, this and this, we are three people, the background is this mountain."

“How much do you want to do?”

"It's so big." Zi Yan crossed the palm of his hand, probably about the same as an eight-inch cake.

"That's ten inches."

The old man nodded, took the phone and put it on the shelf, and started making it against the photo.