I said this without any brainstorm. It took my master a long time to react: "Too anxious? Why are you too anxious?"

I plucked up the courage and said, "My dad said that the way you taught me is to encourage growth. My dad even said that the forced melon is not sweet."

The master was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "What your father said? Is this what your father said? A naughty child has no hair on his mouth, so he learned to tell lies first." As he said that, Lao Chaitou's expression became serious again: "Come to copy the Tao Te Ching ten times!"

In the past, I didn’t dare to talk back to my master no matter what, but the pressure of teaching during that period really made me unable to withstand it. I looked at my master stubbornly and said in a low voice: “Put the seedlings to help grow.”

Although my voice was small, there was no one else in the yard. The sound was very clear when it reached my master's ears.

My master glared at the spot: "What do you know! If you don't practice well now, when I take you back to the Soul-Searching Coffin next year, you will...

The master stared at me. After a long time, he still couldn't finish his words. He just sighed heavily and went back to the room.

After this incident, my master's requirements for me not only did not relax, but instead became stricter and my pressure became greater.

After two full years of this kind of life, from the age of eight to ten, my master wanted to teach me all the secrets and techniques of keeping the lineage. But because I learned too much, most of them could only understand them at all, and some could not even be able to understand them at all. They could only remember them by rote memorization.

Until around February 1997, my master said that he would go to Beijing if he had something to do. Before leaving, he told me to recite the Three Corpse Rules and the Tao Te Ching every day, and not to fall behind in the morning exercises.

The master left for half a year. During this period, my parents supervised my daily homework on behalf of my master, and I had to supervise the school homework and the homework assigned by my master, so even in this half year, I was not much easier than usual.

The fifth month after my master left, Hong Kong was about to return to Hong Kong. At the end of July that year, a Hong Kong businessman who returned to his ancestral home to invest in our family came to our family.

That afternoon when I got home from school, I saw a black car parked at the entrance of the alley of the old resident yard. I have seen some worlds with my master and Senior Brother Feng in the past two years, but this car is the first luxury car I have seen in my life.

Actually, I still don’t know much about the car, but at a glance, I knew it was a luxury car because it was lengthened, with wide and large front of the car, and a golden statue of a little angel stood at the top of the front of the car.

Moreover, the license plate of that car is different from other cars. Most of the license plates are blue and white, while the license plate of this car is black and white. Such license plates and the shiny black body look particularly harmonious.

At that time, I wondered, could it be that my master has come back, not only has he returned, but he also got such a special car. But it is wrong to think about it again. With my master's simple and easy-to-understand personality, he would never get such an eye-catching car back.

With a heart full of doubts, I returned home. As soon as I entered the yard, I heard someone talking in the room.

The person who spoke was not my father. When the other party spoke, he had a very strong southern accent: "I'm here to see it. Oh, Daga is a friend, so Brother Zuo shouldn't mobilize others like this."

I forgot to mention before that Master Zhao, from Yuxian, also spoke with a southern accent, but in Mandarin, it is much more standard than the people in the house. Although Master Zhao has a little accent, he will never say "just" as "self-righteous", "everyone" as "daga", and not even "friends" as "friends".

However, although the person in the room had a strong accent, there was a kind of enthusiasm in his voice that was difficult to refuse.

After entering the house, I saw my dad sitting on the sofa, talking and laughing with a man in a suit and ties.

At first when I was outside, I thought the person who spoke was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, but then I realized that he was a young man. He was very white and had a straight facial features, both in his eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth, and was very delicate. Such facial features, combined with the face between the national-shaped face and the oval face, immediately showed a rare handsomeness, and in this handsomeness, there was also a male unique charm.

When he saw me coming in, he smiled and asked my dad: "Is this your son?"

My dad nodded proudly: "My son, I will be ten years old after Double Ninth Festival."

The young man looked at me with wide eyes: "Wow, it's not yet a good time, your son is so big." As he said, he walked towards me again, pulled off a bracelet from his wrist, stuffed it into my hand, and said to me with a smile: "The first time I met, Uncle No, didn't prepare a gift. I don't have to worry about this string of agarwood beads. You can take it, don't dislike it."

My dad also quickly stood up, snatched the agarwood bracelet from my hand, and stuffed it to the young man: "No, no, how can you accept your things? No, no, you can take them back and take them back."

The young man pushed my dad for a while, grinned and said, "Brother Zuo, don't be polite. We Daga are all friends. If you see each other so much, I won't be able to find you in a while if I have anything to do in the future. You're welcome, oh, don't be polite."

After all, my dad is not a good person who is good at dealing with others. After the two of them blaming each other for a few times, my dad asked me to put away the agarwood bracelet.

At night, my mother cooked a lot of dishes. At that time, our family was in poverty. Even the beef and mutton used to cook at night was also picked up by my mother at my master's house.

Before leaving, my master left the keys and some traps at home to my mother, asking my mother to purchase beef and mutton regularly and store them in the refrigerator at my master's house. If a customer comes to my house, he can use some. Of course, most of these beef and mutton are kept for me to nourish my body.

Although my master has long become a part of our family after getting along over the years, my mother said that the meat was borrowed from Lao Chaitou and he would have to pay it back in the future. Even if he didn't pay it back, he would have to find other ways to repay Lao Chaitou when his family got better in the future.

Although life was hard at that time, my parents never gave up hope. In their eyes, as long as they settle down and work hard, their lives will eventually be better.

The arrival of Hong Kong businessmen may also mean that for my parents, our hard days will come to an end.

During the meal, my father talked a lot with the Hong Kong businessman, and I realized that the Hong Kong businessman was named Luo Youfang. Like me, the name also contains the word "you". However, his name has nothing to do with Jihunzhuang. According to him, in his generation, their family should have been of the "ping" generation, but his father always felt that the word was plain and simple, which seemed to mean that the name contained such a word, and the business in the future would not improve much.

Later, his father thought about it for a long time before giving him a name like Luo Youfang. He hoped that he would think of solutions to any difficulties he encountered in the future.

He said that his father was born and raised in Hong Kong, but his grandfather’s ancestral home was in our small county town. When his grandfather passed away, what he missed most was the well in his hometown and the yellow land that had raised his ancestors for generations. It is precisely for this reason that as soon as Hong Kong returned, he was instructed by his father to return to his hometown to invest.

This time when he came back, he happened to have some business contacts with my father's factory where he was. In addition, my father was in charge of the factory's finances at that time. After a while, Luo Youfang became familiar with my father.

In that era, the economic situation in the mainland was incomparable to that of Hong Kong. It was a rare thing for Hong Kong businessmen to invest in the mainland. At that time, the factory manager used Luo Youfang as the God of Wealth. When Luo Youfang said he wanted to come to my house to see it, my father refused. It was not that he didn't want to entertain others, but that the situation in our family was at that time. For a rich man like Luo Youfang, he could indeed be considered poor.

But I couldn't stand the factory director asking my father to treat him well, so my father reluctantly brought Luo Youfang to our house.

After a meal, I found that although Luo Youfang always felt very enthusiastic when speaking, he was a very humble person at heart. He humbly asked my father about many financial matters, and he was not as arrogant as I imagined.

In my opinion at that time, the rich must be very ostentatious and unsightly. After seeing Luo Youfang, I realized that in fact, the real billionaires who are worth billions are more modest than others in many aspects. Their ability to make money often comes from such humility.

Of course, this is just my initial impression of Luo Youfang.

That night, Luo Youfang drank too much. He was different from my father when he was drinking. When my father was drinking white wine, he could only drink in small sips. But Luo Youfang drank, one cup after another, pouring wine into his mouth like boiled water. Seeing him drinking, I suspected that he could not feel the spicyness of white wine at all.

At first we all thought Luo Youfang was particularly good at drinking, but he didn't block him. On the contrary, my father advised him to drink two more glasses from time to time. But after drinking a pound of wine, Luo Youfang couldn't do it. His body became weak and he almost crawled under the table.

That night, Luo Youfang almost vomited his stomach. Later, my father fed him water. As soon as the water was drunk, he vomited out all the wine and water.

Luo Youfang seemed to be unable to leave, so my parents gave him his bedroom and squeezed into the small bed in the north room with me for a night.

The next day when I was in school, my dad didn't go to work, so he stayed at home with Luo Youfang.

When I came home from school at noon, Luo Youfang had already left. My father said that Luo Youfang was leaving very anxiously, as if something was wrong in Hong Kong, so he was in a hurry to call him back.

I have never met Luo Youfang again for a long time since then, but some of the things that happened afterwards were all related to him.
Chapter completed!