Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 157 Endless stories
Zhang Fuhong obviously didn't want to hear the story.

As a blond and blue-eyed young man who has been bloody for many years, he understands the essence of Taoism better than most people in the world.When his father favored his elder brother, he was willing to be the prodigal son.Later, he cooperated with Wang Luo to fall out with his family, but he couldn't directly replace Zhang Yu, so he simply used the opportunity to have a deep love for the maid Chi Xuewei in the basement of Qingpingsi... until he got the news that both the Yu family and his son were dead. , there will be great changes in Bolan Village, so he hurriedly went through the "release" procedures overnight, and came to Wang Luoyi to express his friendship as both Taixu Walkers.

Such people certainly know what stories can be heard and what stories cannot be heard.

However, after the old man glanced at him, he pondered for a moment, then nodded: "If you can't stand up, just sit and listen."

The fat all over Zhang Fuhong's body seemed to be dancing, but he trembled for a while, then simply gritted his teeth, reached out and picked up a pair of chopsticks to pick up the mixed vegetables on the table, and said while eating: "Okay, then I will be here without any courtesy." Let’s have a late night snack.”

The old man said: "The story is just like what Wang Luo just said. When I was entertaining distinguished guests at home, there was a disobedient child who made trouble with others and was lit with firecrackers. It doesn't matter, but I have a sister. I have a deep love for him..."

Zhang Fuhong listened carefully to the old man's concise and concise story. He couldn't help but sweat soaked his clothes while racking his brains to think about what he should say.

"Hey, old man, I have an immature idea here. You may think it's a bit ridiculous..."

The old man waved his hand: "But it doesn't matter."

Zhang Fuhong said: "I think we can let her try the Taixu picture scroll. Recently, there was a code named Mingzhou. My little maid almost went crazy with it. She didn't bring me food for two days in a row. I thought she was empathic." Stop falling in love...No, don't look at me like that, I'm a little scared."

The old man suddenly smiled and looked away from his face: "No need to be afraid, just a little surprised. Since you two said so, I will let her try, and then I will ask again, the child who ordered the firecrackers , To those who are biased..."

Wang Luo said: "I think if you don't tell this story, the child may not know that anyone has done anything, so naturally he won't bear any grudge. Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. If the firecracker explodes, let this matter be forgotten. "

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "Although you are not the person in the story, I feel relieved when you tell it like this."

This gesture made Zhang Fuhong curious, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "Old man, why are you so tolerant to people who light firecrackers? In any case, it is against the law to light firecrackers and sting people, right?"

The old man said: "I am neither Qingyi nor a big law, what does breaking the law have to do with me? I want to say thank you to the child who ordered the firecrackers for blowing up an annoying brat. But , but I chose to blow it up when the distinguished guests were coming, but I couldn’t say thank you.”

Wang Luo said: "I understand, choose a good day to light the firecrackers next time."

Zhang Fuhong was horrified when he heard this, but the old man smiled softly: "It's a good time, it won't be long. My family may have to move recently."

Wang Luo snorted and nodded to show understanding, while Zhang Fuhong also showed a serious expression.

Of course the move the old man mentioned meant the development of Rongcheng!Obviously, he didn't care that Wang Luo blew up the big boss of Bolan Village with a firecracker on the night of Mo Yu's arrival. The fundamental reason was that it happened here.

Compared with the development of Rongcheng, Bolanzhuang and even Han Xingyan have to take a back seat.

And similarly, in this old man's opinion, neither Bolan Village nor even Han Xingyan were as important in the matter of pioneering wasteland as the child who lit up the firecrackers!
"The moving matter has almost been planned. According to the past moving experiences of several neighbors around me, I am now very comfortable with both the budget on hand and the selected construction team. This time, the distinguished guests came to visit. In order to help me move smoothly, I gave some quite useful things. Logically speaking, I should sit back and relax. But the location I moved to has never been moved before. No one can say what problems I will actually encounter during the process. No, but the kid who lit up the firecrackers happened to be..."

At this point, the old man suddenly paused.

Because he found that this story was a bit difficult to word.The kid who lit the firecrackers... happened to occupy the front entrance of his house?

Fortunately, Wang Luo is still considerate: "I understand, it is the duty of neighbors to help each other, not to mention the joy of moving to a new house, I think he is also willing to be happy about it."

The old man was quite pleased: "You know how to listen to stories."

Zhang Fuhong grinded his teeth and said with a smile: "Same joy, same joy." The old man glanced at him, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head.

He did have something to say to Zhang Fuhong, but he really didn't know how to tell it in this story.

So the old man didn't stay much, and stood up and waved his hand: "I still have something to do, so I'll go ahead. The food and wine are good. I will come again when I have the opportunity... If you two are still interested in listening to my story..."

When Zhang Fuhong heard this, his whole body was excited, and he was dancing with excitement: "I understand, I understand, I will buy this shop tomorrow! This shop will be my home!"

The old man couldn't help but smile: "Then it's inconvenient for me to come. This kind of late-night story should be regarded as an accidental fate between us."

After saying that, he lifted the curtain and stepped out. As soon as he crossed the threshold, his figure seemed to be swallowed up by a whirlpool. When he looked again, he had disappeared.

After it was confirmed that the old man had indeed left - he had paid the bill carefully and left a few spiritual leaves on the table - Zhang Fuhong leaned back on the spot and almost fell to the ground.

"F*ck! It's so exciting! It's the first time in my life that I'm chatting with... at such a close distance! My dad used to brag that he was chatting and laughing with senior officials at banquets. Compared to me, he's a pure clown. It’s over!”

Wang Luo smiled: "Calm down, there are still people in the kitchen."

At this time, the owner of the kitchen came out in a daze and said inexplicably: "Why the hell should I steam rice at this time?! Hey, where is that old man? Is the bill settled yet!?"

Of course the account was settled, but Zhang Fuhong was so excited at this time that he took out another green bamboo on the spot: "I'll settle it for him! From now on, all his accounts here will be in my name!"

The shop owner was shocked: "Fat Zhang, you have played too much with Taixu scrolls. Everyone looks like the valley warrior who taught you the skills?"

Zhang Fuhong rolled his blue eyes, showing the proud attitude of a summer insect.

Then he corrected him: "How come there are no martial arts heroes in the current Taixu picture scrolls? There is a fee for teaching martial arts!"

Wang Luo waved his hand and said to the shop owner: "Boss, please make another fried rice."

"what?"

Wang Luo had no choice but to turn his head and stare seriously into the other person's eyes: "Make another fried rice, thank you."

The shop owner struggled and said, "No, it's almost dawn, and I should close the shop."

Wang Luo sighed, his true energy catalyzed his spiritual thoughts, and his eyes dimly glowed: "Make another fried rice, thank you."

Only then did the shop owner look vaguely confused: "That's right. It's already steamed. It would be a pity not to fry it."

Feeling the gap in strength between himself and the old man, Wang Luo let out a breath, and then asked Zhang Fuhong: "What's the matter with coming to me so late? You can tell me now."

Zhang Fuhong also said: "I want to inherit the family business."

(End of this chapter)