171: A Hero Protects Three Villages

A Hero Protects Three Villages

Zhang Zian's family could not be considered a rich family, but at least they were not poor. They had all they should have. Compared to the old couple, he had already felt quite happy.0

He listened patiently.

Aunt Li looked at her husband, tempted to ask his advice. She said, "We have lived outside of our hometown for several years. Most of the time, we are in Binhai city – If I had to use one sentence to describe this place: Intelligent people live in this beautiful place.

"Good Feng Shui!"Her husband also nodded hard as the couple finally agreed with each other .

Zhang Zian felt that if the Feng Shui heard her words, it would faint.

Aunt Li nodded to her husband. "We do not want to hide the secret from you, Master Zhang. For all these years, we have worked so hard and saved some money as we could not wonder around anymore...

Most people could understand their feelings and Zhang Zian was no exception. Who wouldn’t want to settle down? Who wouldn’t want to have a home? Zhang Zian was willing to reconcile with Galaxy, because he also thought of living the days with peace.

"We want to settle down. We have been lived here for so many years, and we do not want to go back to our hometown again." Their hometown had become their nightmare, even if they went back once, they were fear of encountering with those bad people."

Zhang Zian gradually understood a little, "Did you mean that you planned to stay in Binhai City permanently?"

"Master Zhang, because of you, we finally are able to settle down." Aunt Li raised up her thumb.

"What? What do you mean?" He didn’t understand her logic.

Her husband began to laugh. "Master Zhang pretended that he didn’t understand it. I know all the smart people are like that."

Aunt Li said, "Since you are here, those bad people dare not to come back. All the neighbors already know about your good deed."

Zhang Zian waived his hands. " No, no, no, don’t say that. I don’t have those skills."

"Master Zhang, you are so humble!" Uncle Li responded, "What is it that’s said?"

Aunt Li understood what her husband wanted to say, " The Hero can protect three villages…"

Zhang Zian felt very flattered, although he knew that he misunderstood. "So if I am the hero, where is my beautiful woman?"

Uncle Li was reminded of his wife, but suddenly remembered the next sentence and happily continued, "Good dog protects three neighbors!"

Zhang Zian was puzzled. "…What?"

He almost fell down after hearing this sentence.

Aunt Li was embarrassed, as initially, Uncle Li agreed to communicate with her through eye contact. How on earth would he slip out that sentence?

She quickly corrected, "Master Zhang, please don’t mind him. This place is a city, not a village!"

Zhang Zian felt even worse, as she had denied the first half of the sentence.

He was tired of continuing listening to them, and quickly stopped them to go on, "I understand what you have said, but you misunderstand me in that I really do not have so much ability..."

"Oh, Master Zhang, you don’t have to be so humble. As long as those bad guys thought you had such ability, that’s enough." Uncle Li laughed.

"Well, there is no way to explain to them now." Zhang Zian gave up trying. If he continued, there would be no time left.

"If you two stay here, I'll just walk around. if someone comes to my shop, please ask them to wait, or call me."

Uncle Li nodded, "We will not leave until 9:30 or 10am..., you can rest assured that we will take care of your shop."

Aunt Li quickly took out her old smartphone, said, "Master Zhang, we do not know your phone number..."

"Oh, this is my phone number," Zhang Zian responded.

Aunt Li respectfully recorded it.

"Master Zhang, please take these snacks with you." Aunt Li handed him a plastic bag holding wheat noodles and a bowl of dumplings without asking for any money.

Zhang Zian touched his pocket and realized that he forget to bring his wallet, and planned to pay the old couple when they delivered the skewers tonight.

He waved his hand, carrying the wheat bag and dumplings and left. The old couple watched him walk away.

That green land was right in the back of the shop, but if he wanted to go there, he had to go through the half of the street, and then turn at the corner, into an alley, and then went back to half of the distance. Was that really complicated? So Zhang Zian always thought that it would be more convenient to open a back door to get to the place.

The morning was pretty cold. He was afraid the food in his hands would get cold quickly, so he walked really fast, almost trotted, and slowed down after the wind receded.

This alley was not too narrow. At least one car could get through, but no cars could stop as one would block the traffic. Most of the alley residents were the elderly, but some young people rented on this street due to the cheap rent. There were office workers and college students; after all, it was not far from Binhai University.

Fortunately, college students generally did not get up early so early, otherwise Zhang Zian would cross paths with them, which would make him have no appetite

When he passed the windows of his own shop, he stopped and looked up.

At this time, above his head was his master bedroom window. Viewing the building from this angle made him feel like he was looking into somebody else’s house.

He looked around again and felt that he would bother anyone if he opened a back door.

Near the front was the entrance to the green land. From the alley, it seemed to be just a piece of small green land, but after entering, it was, in fact, quite big.

The shape of the green land was not very regular and was built along the pattern of the surroundings in the neighborhood. There were a few scattered stumps. The original colored cobblestone trail was hidden among the widely growing weeds.

Today, it was unknown what this piece of green land was originally intended for. Maybe it was for the seniors nearby to walk around. But unfortunately, the nearby residents closed their back doors or side doors due to some thefts, which led to increasingly deserted here

Zhang Zian stood at the entrance and looked at the green land. There were no surveillance cameras, and even the streetlights were still those incandescent bulbs, unlike the rest of the city which had been replaced with automatic solar lights. It was doubtful that these old street lights could still light up at night...

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