With the prepared breakfast, Wen Xu knocked on the door of the courtyard.

After entering the door, I handed over a small bag at hand to the little soldier who came to open the door, and was about to walk into the yard when I heard a strange and cheerful voice.

"The old leader is really better than the old man in our family. Our old man opened a piece of land at the door of the yard. He either cared about his vegetables or his melons all day long. He even poured manure or other things. He made the neighbors complain. They kept making me unable to help me. I talked to the old man countless times, but in the end there was no way. The old man insisted on moving to the suburbs. Now he gets along very well with a group of farmers..."

Wen Xu looked at a middle-aged man who was about fifty years old and could tell at first that he was a soldier. Although he was not young and had a little fat, the military demeanor was still there. When he spoke, his head raised his chest, his waist was straight and full of energy.

The middle-aged man is helping Mr. Shi and Mr. Qiu to move flower pots. In fact, the middle-aged man is moving, and the two old men are directing next to him.

"That's because your father doesn't forget his roots!" Mr. Shi said with a smile: "We can't do it. It's not easy to go back now. We have to avoid being disgusted. We are not as comfortable as your father!" Mr. Shi waved his hand and said.

Mr. Qiu sighed at this time: "You still have a thought. If you die, you want to bury it back to your hometown. No one said anything, but I can't do it anymore. Where can I bury it? The whole hometown is now a large reservoir, let alone mountains and rivers. In the photos the children brought to me, I don't have any memories of my youth. People say that I left home when I was young and my hometown is gone, but my hometown is gone. Even if I go back, my home is gone."

The teacher did not expect that he would arouse the sadness of Old Man Qiu, and quickly said, "Lao Qiu, you have been a soldier all your life, but why did you become a lot of sentimental when you are old? Why are you, a rude man, still going to be a poet when you are old?"

After saying that, he turned around and saw Wen Xu coming over, and immediately reached out to Wen Xu and changed the topic: "Come on, our breakfast is here!"

The teacher clapped his hands, walked into the water tank in the middle of the yard, picked up a scoop of water outside the tank, and then started washing his hands.

Mr. Qiu interrupted and washed his hands with him. The middle-aged man did not wash with the two old men, and was standing behind the two old men. He waited for the two old men to finish washing, and handed them dry towels to the two and tried it. Then, he learned from the two old men, scooped out the water from the tank and spread his legs and washed his hands.

Wen Xu saw his grandfather signaling him to put the things on the small stone table in the yard, and immediately said, "It's cold this day, and it's cold after eating outside. I'll put it on the table in the room for you!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for the old man to answer, and immediately walked into the house with a bag of food.

As soon as Wenxu entered the house, a waiter immediately came over and helped Wenxu put the small cage of food boxes together.

Master Shi took Mr. Qiu and the middle-aged man in and said, "My grandson-in-law, I don't have any other skills. I have the skills to cook. If I don't mention chefs at the state banquet level, this kid will definitely not be as good as that kid. Ordinary little chefs and famous restaurants may not be able to compare with this kid!..."

The old man said this, but his face was full of smiles.

When Mr. Qiu saw the middle-aged man about to speak, he immediately smiled and stopped him: "Xiao Wu, don't follow the words of this old guy. He was waiting for you to praise him as a grandson-in-law when he mentioned this matter. I don't think this kid is a good man. Of course, living at home is indeed a good man, but a good man is determined to be in all directions. How can he stay in a mu of land like this? His wife and children live their own life with a little bit of money. If he really doesn't have the ability, it would be fine. But this kid is still very good at making money. As long as he gets involved, there is nothing he doesn't make money..."

Wen Xu couldn't help but be stunned. He always felt that the teacher didn't look down on him, but he didn't expect that the old man would actually be "I'm sorry for the iron"! Wen Xu was a little speechless when he said this.

The middle-aged man named Wu smiled and looked at Wen Xu, and smiled at him: "Everyone has their own ambitions. Isn't the "Inscription on the Humble Room"? No messing around with silk and bamboo, no labor of papers, this is a free and easy attitude towards life! It's rare for young people today!"

"You little flattery!" Mr. Qiu reached out and smiled and pointed at the middle-aged man surnamed Wu.

The middle-aged man surnamed Wu was not annoyed, but instead smiled honestly a few times, not feeling embarrassed about being criticized by Mr. Qiu in person.

"Let's stop talking, sit down and try this kid's skills." The teacher greeted everyone and sat down.

At this time, the waiter in the room had already set up a small plate in front of everyone. There was vinegar pouring in the small plate. The two masters had a small cage and eight soup dumplings for each person, and two cages were placed warmly in front of the middle-aged man.

The teacher said, "Give you two more cages to Uncle Wu, how can he eat enough for this little bit?"

"No, no, I'm not young anymore. Not to mention two cages at that time, I remember when I followed my father to go to your place for the first time, I ate eight cages in one go! The buns are a whole circle larger than this." The middle-aged man smiled and reached out and gestured with a horoscope.

"It is a blessing to be able to eat. Young people will think of eating more. Otherwise, we are as young as we are, and we may not necessarily eat even if we want to eat!" Mr. Qiu said with a smile.

Wen Xu sent two more cages to the middle-aged man, then smiled at him, and said to the teacher: "Grandpa, then I'm going upstairs?"

"Go, go, those who are not promising will know how to think about their wife." The old man smiled and waved his hand, then said to Wen Xu and let him go upstairs.

Wen Xu waited for the order here and immediately ran upstairs with a trot. He pushed the door and found that Shi Shangzhen had already gotten up and was sitting in front of the dressing table to take care of his hair.

"Stop doing it, hurry up and eat breakfast first!" Wen Xu quickly spread out a tray of small soup bags, opened the thermos, poured out the lean meat porridge in the bottle, and then sprinkled some roasted white truffle chops on it. After getting these things done, Wen Xu directly held the thermos in his arms, digging the porridge inside with a spoon and eating it in big mouthfuls.

Wen Xu also wants to eat buns. Wasn’t this a robbery by someone named Wu?

"Where is grandpa?" Shi Shangzhen sat down at the table, picked up the bowl and asked.

"Downstairs, Mr. Qiu, was talking with a middle-aged man named Wu..." Wen Xu described the middle-aged man's appearance to his wife.

Shi Shangzhen heard this and said, "I didn't expect Uncle Wu to come!"

"You know each other, too?"

"The commander of the division" Shi Shangzhen said: "I guess I came here to accompany my grandfather to fight wild boars for fun."

Wen Xu couldn't help but be amazed when he heard this. The old man wanted several guns to shoot a wild boar, and the district commander came over there. Moreover, the hunting had not been taken yet, so he became a flower mover for the two old men. Thinking of this, Wen Xu felt that he had a deeper understanding of the status of the two old men.

However, Wen Xu didn't ask much. He was not ready to break the law, nor was he ready to make money from the army, so he didn't care too much about these things. He listened to his wife simply chatting about the relationship between the two families and the like, and then he realized a big outline. Anyway, he nodded whatever his wife said and said that he understood. As for whether he really understood or fake, he probably knew it himself.

After dinner, Wen Xu collected everything and waited for Shi Shangzhen to sort it out before going downstairs.

When we arrived downstairs, the three of us had finished eating and even put away the table. Now there were several rifles on the table.

Wen Xu couldn't help feeling a little disappointed when he saw these rifles, because the table was filled with old guns, and it seemed to be the same as the World War II. The wooden clamp was so small that it was almost impossible to see. There was a muzzle with a triangular military spear. The gun looked dirt and slag, but the military spear was blown out by some people on the Internet. In fact, what is the biggest advantage of the so-called triangular military spear? It is that it is not easy to break if it is produced from inferior steel.

"Five and six and a half?" Shi Shang was so happy that he walked over with a smile, took one and started fiddling with it.

Wen Xu immediately felt like he was used to it when he heard it for five or a half, so he put the things he was holding onto the table next to him, and followed him over and fucked one and started fiddling with it.

Although the gun looks old, it looks quite new and it seems to have never been used. The steel-made part seems to have protective oil stains on the touch, which feels a bit moist.

Mr. Shi and Mr. Qiu are both very happy now. They seem to be not affected by the fact that they only bring old guns here, but instead look happy.

Mr. Lian Qiu kept saying, "Xiao Wu is intent!"

For Mr. Shi and Mr. Qiu, this gun is not only a gun, but also represents part of their military career. The new gun is good for them, but there is always a lack of memory, so this gun is different.

"There are a batch preserved in the equipment museum. These are the best preserved ones. The accuracy and other aspects have been tested..." General Wu was very happy with the praise of the two old men and quickly introduced them again.

"Let's go, let's try the gun!" The teacher was so satisfied that he couldn't wait. After saying that, he shouted into the yard: "Xiao Li, Xiao Li, put my car on!"

Hearing the word "trapping" by General Wu, he was stunned again and said, "Chief, I'm driving here, off-road vehicle, why not take my car!"

In General Wu's opinion, the word "cart" was like a braid show. He felt that the old man was a little too frugal and didn't even have a car to use for transportation.

The teacher waved his hand after hearing this: "You will know when you sit down, the mood is different!"

"Xiao Wu, just try it. If you don't let this old guy show off, he may not have a good sleep tonight!" Mr. Qiu also said with a smile.

"Then let me open my eyes?" General Wu said with a smile.

So a group of people left the yard. When they arrived at the entrance of the yard, the car was already waiting.

"This is a bit interesting!" General Wu thought it was interesting to have this car. The wooden van did not look big, but it was made very finely. The most conspicuous one was the tow truck, which was so strong. The muscles on his body seemed to have a slight explosion, which made people know at a glance that the ox was too strong.

He helped the two old men get in the car first. General Wu then got in, and then Wenxu helped his wife get in. Now that he got out of the car, Wenxu naturally couldn't get in, so Wenxu signaled them to go first, send the things back on his side, and then arrived.

The teacher didn't care about how his grandson-in-law went, and said directly to Dabai: "Dabai, let's go!"

Dabai, who was pulling the cart, immediately became active. General Wu discovered that the bull named Dabai had no bridle and no ox nose. He left after hearing the words. Moreover, when he walked, the car was quite stable, and he almost didn't feel like he was rushing.

"This is really amazing! Has this awesome become a spirit?" General Wu immediately praised half-shoulder and half-heartedly.

Mr. Qiu pushed the crutch in his hand to the bottom of the box and let out a soft thud: "You are right, it's so amazing. I found someone to make the same car. I have used a good horse and a healthy cow, but no one has the ability to do Dabai. After sitting a few times, I stopped sitting. When I wanted to sit, I borrowed it with this old man and Dabai with the car."

So the group of people talked about not fighting wild boars, but Dabai who pulled the cart.
Chapter completed!