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  Chapter 252 Old Hat Master Uncle

  Liu Qingshan knew nothing about this uncle who had never met before. He never expected that the vast sea of ​​people would meet in such a way.

Similarly, the middle-aged man on the opposite side was extremely astonished, but soon he burst out laughing: "Boy, so you are the Xiao Shanzi mentioned in the letter from the dumb boss, okay, okay, hurry up and give it to the uncle! "

   Kowtow, here?

  Looking at the bustling flow of people, Liu Qingshan really couldn't bear this face.

  This uncle seems to be a little unreliable, he would ask people to kowtow on the street whenever they meet.

   Forget it, who told him to be my uncle, just knock it off!

  Just as his knees were about to bend to the ground, a big hand grabbed his shoulders, and with a slight lift, Liu Qingshan's entire body was immediately suspended in midair.

  Well, it seems that it is indeed the uncle.

  Liu Qingshan really believed this time, if someone else could pick him up like a chicken?

  After letting go of his hand, the middle-aged man said with disgust on his face: "Boss, you must have missed your eyes, why did you accept such a useless one?"

  Liu Qingshan's face suddenly turned black: Uncle, can you consider how my nephew and I feel?

  He immediately explained: "Uncle Shi, I have only studied art with Master for a year."

   "Oh, that's not bad. Take it easy, you boy. You can't touch women these few years, or you'll be useless." The uncle and his old man patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder, his hands were really strong.

  The words are true and caring, but it sounds really awkward.

  Liu Qingshan can only hey two times: "Uncle Shi, I haven't asked you for advice yet..."

   "How old is it? I only have four cards, and I haven't married a wife yet."

  Uncle Shi’s eyes widened again, four of them meant that he was just over forty.

  Liu Qingshan blinked: The co-author is also an old bachelor. From this point of view, the division is really in the same line.

  No, if it is passed down to my generation, and the style of the family is still the same, then it will be jealous.

  He figured it out. This uncle, at best, is innocent and innocent, and at worst, he is a little dazed.

   But that's okay, this kind of person is easy to make friends with.

  At this time, a tricycle passed by, rang the bell, and said hello: "Master Mao, how many jobs are you running today?"

  Mao Erye, Liu Qingshan blinked, the old BJ has all kinds of "fathers", this Maoer Ye generally refers to those who are stupid, and it evolved from the word silly hater.

   "The stall is closed, and my nephew just happened to come to see me, and our father and I will go home and make a good deal."

The uncle waved his big hand, then turned to Liu Qingshan and said: "Your uncle, my surname is Ai, and my name is Ai Wenmao. These gangsters call me Laomaoer, so you can call me Laomaoer." .”

   "Walk around, don't stay in the store anymore, go to the uncle's house, and treat it as your own home!"

   After speaking, he rode on the tricycle carelessly, pedaled and ran away, so scared that the fourth child in the car almost called the police uncle.

   "Uncle, please stop first, my elder will come over in a while."

  Liu Qingshan yelled a few times, but the tricycle was getting faster and faster. He also got anxious and shouted: "Uncle Maoer!"

   With a squeak, the tricycle stopped, and the four and five on the car were carried by inertia and flew straight forward.

  Old Mao'er didn't even look back, and stretched out two big hands like fans, grabbed the two little girls in mid-air, leaned back on the iron bridge, and put them on the original seats.

   Then he scratched his head and said: "It seems to be the same, I have two rooms, and I really can't accommodate you."

   Seeing the hand he showed just now, Liu Qingshan was also completely convinced.

  With such good kung fu, it's a bit too hidden to pedal three rounds.

  When Lao Maoer came back on his bike and waited for Lin Zizhou on the side of the road, Liu Qingshan introduced his family to him.

  Old Maoer seems to like children very much, he picked up the fourth and fifth children and threw them high and high.

  The fourth child screamed in fright, while he grinned and laughed.

  Liu Qingshan also had a headache: Should I call you Uncle Zhou Botong?

  So he hurriedly yelled: "Uncle Master..."

   "Call me Uncle Maoer."

   "Okay, Mr. Hat, please find a place nearby. We just got off the train and haven't had breakfast yet."

  Old Maoer slapped his forehead: "Forget about this, don't starve our little fourth and fifth children, let's go, uncle will take you two to drink some soy milk!"

   "There is no need for soy milk, just find a pancake and fruit shop or fried dough sticks and soy milk."

  Liu Qingshan knew that outsiders must not be used to drinking soy milk, so he quickly reminded him.

  Old Maoer was still not happy when he heard this: "When you arrive in the capital, you must eat the food of our old capital, soy sauce with coke rings, or a bowl of stewed or fried liver for each person."

  Liu Qingshan ignored him. Seeing a pancake seller, he ordered one first. He ate while looking at the tricycle, and even waited for Lin Zizhou.

  Old Hat leads the rest of the people, eat whatever you like, as long as you can eat enough.

  After waiting for a long time, Lao Maoer carried the fourth and fifth children on his shoulders, and led a group of people to wander back.

  That’s right, just carry it, sit on one shoulder, and his shoulders are also broad, let alone two small ones, even if an adult sits on it, it’s fine.

  The fourth child and the fifth child were still holding food in their hands, eating happily. Seeing Liu Qingshan, the fourth child handed over the food in their hands:

   "Brother, the bean noodle rolls in the capital are better than ours!"

   "This is called donkey rolling."

  Old Mao is still correcting him, it can be seen that he really likes children.

  Liu Qingshan ate two mouthfuls of donkey, it was soft, glutinous and sweet, it was really good, ask what other people ate, it was either stewed or fried liver, I don’t know if I can get used to it.

   Fortunately, people these days rarely have picky eaters, and some eat well.

  Waiting for others to do nothing, Liu Qingshan chatted with Lao Maoer: "Uncle Shi, you have such abilities, why do you still want to be a boss?"

   "Eating for a living, if you don't have any other skills, just work hard, what else can you do if you don't do this."

  Lao Maoer didn't care at all, anyway, if one person is full, the whole family is not hungry.

  Liu Qingshan grinned: "Then this ability is not a waste, you just find a place, open a martial arts gym, and teach dozens of apprentices every day."

  Old Maoer heard this, and shook his head again and again: "Last year when I played in Shaolin Temple, there were quite a few people who wanted to learn from their masters. At most, there were more than a hundred people. They practiced with me in the park every morning."

   "But after practicing and practicing, they all quit, and no one really practiced martial arts."

  Liu Qingshan was also puzzled: "Master, what have you taught them?"

   "Of course the starting point is to stand on the ground, and you must stand for an hour every day!"

  Liu Qingshan was also completely speechless. Thinking about how he gritted his teeth when he started to stand against the dumb grandfather, he persisted.

  That's still because of his mental toughness. How many ordinary young people can bear this hardship?

  After watching the movie, they want to imitate the ostentation in the movie. You teach them how to do horseback riding and stances.

   But this is also good, in the future, it is better to ask the uncle to ride the three rounds and help me put away things. Anyway, he is familiar with the land, and Master Lu will help.

   Coincidentally, the package was still available, and he dragged Master Lu around the Forty-Nine City every day.

  So he told his uncle about this plan, and Lao Mao'er's head shook like a rattle: "Xiao Shanzi, you can't enter this way. Lifting cages to frame birds, fighting **** and running dogs, it's not easy to deceive people!"

  Looking at his bitter and bitter look, Liu Qingshan also wondered: What's the matter?

  Only hearing Lao Mao'er sigh: "Your uncle and I have suffered a lot from it, do you know what your uncle's surname is?"

   "Didn't you just say that your surname is Ai?"

   "This Ai... This is the surname changed after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The original surname was Aixinjueluo."

  Liu Qingshan blinked, and understood: the uncle of affection, he used to be a student of the Eight Banners.

  He persuaded him for a long time, but the old hat was too oily and salty. It seemed that he was really scared, and he probably had a big shadow in his heart.

   While he was talking, he saw Lin Zizhou hurrying over on a bicycle. Seeing Liu Qingshan and the others, he quickly put his bicycle on the curb and asked with a smile:

   "Qingshan, why didn't you call earlier so that I can pick you up at the station."

   After finishing speaking, he greeted Liu Jinfeng and Liu Yinfeng one by one, and pinched Liu Caifeng's little cheek: "Yo, the fourth and fifth are here too, is the capital fun?"

   "Uncle Lin, the capital is very interesting, and there are many delicious things."

  Xiao Lao Si’s words revealed his nature as a snack foodie.

  Shan Xing also called Uncle Lin softly. Knowing her background, Lin Zizhou bent down to touch her little face, and said lovingly, "Shan Xing is so beautiful in braji."

  Liu Qingshan smiled and shook hands with Lin Zizhou, then pointed to the side and said: "If I troubled Uncle Lin earlier, I wouldn't have met my uncle."

  Master Uncle?

  Lin Zizhou couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then shook hands with Lao Maoer: "Brother, hello, hello, is this considered a fateful meeting?"

   "You reporters still know how to talk, call me old hat, let's go, which guest house should we go to?"

  Old Hat asked with a grin.

  Lin Zizhou took a look at these people, so he didn’t give up to his family. Now the housing in the capital is tight, and no one has such a big space.

  So he reported the name of a guest house of the Ministry of Culture, and Lao Maoer carried the fourth and fifth children into the car again, leading the way.

  Lin Zizhou pushed his bicycle and chatted with Liu Qingshan while walking. Mainly, Lin Zizhou asked about the development of Jiapigou, and said that he would do another survey at the end of the year.

   For this, Liu Qingshan naturally raised his hands to welcome it.

   When he got to the guest house, Liu Qingshan was a little dazed: Is there a basement in this year?

Lin Zizhou then explained: "There are a lot of people coming to Beijing now. The hostels I know are all full. This used to be an air-raid shelter, but it was converted into a hostel. There are ventilation fans inside. Let's make do with it for a few nights. Think of another way to adjust it for you."

   There was Lin Zizhou in his early years, and he moved in smoothly. The room is a little damp, but the facilities are quite complete.

  (end of this chapter)