However, those who can achieve great things have a little luck in it.

If it weren't for the fact that the limelight was too tight now, Du He could not return immediately. If it weren't for the fate that he would meet an old man who was enthusiastic about helping, maybe history would have really made some interesting changes.

But just after Du He had decided to give Mr. Huang a profound lesson, they arrived at the old man's home, and everything that happened here made Du Heye's already-conceived plan shelve.

The old man’s home is a bit surprising.

It is better than what Jiang Ling imagined, and worse than what Du He imagined.

Jiang Ling thought the old man was a famous village chief, while Du He thought the old man was a big shot who had been in the top position for a long time.

But what they saw was neither a brick house nor a large mansion, but a small courtyard with Suzhou characteristics.

Pink walls and black tiles, hollow flower windows, green trees are shaded, and the shadows of trees and water are hidden, like a small paradise.

A bald middle-aged man was sitting on a bamboo stool at the door smoking a hookah.

He is not tall, has a good appearance, and has a little gentle face, which is nothing that the old man imagines.

It's probably like a mother, Du He thought.

Seeing the three of them coming, the middle-aged man stood up and shouted, "Dad, you're back."

The old man said "um" and walked into the house with his hands behind his back, which looked very daddy.

The middle-aged man seemed to be accustomed to it and didn't care. He greeted Du He and the other two peacefully, "Hello, two kids, thank you for sending my father back."

This is like a human word!

Jiang Ling glanced at Du He, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Du He smiled helplessly and bowed to the middle-aged man who looked at the honest middle-aged man in front of him, "I dare not take credit for it, uncle, younger generation Du He, this is my sister A Ling."

The middle-aged man nodded and smiled with relief: "My father has a stubborn temper. Although he is old, he never likes to follow people. He has been in poor health in recent years. The family is afraid that he will be angry and aggravated his condition. He never stops him when he wants to go out. However, every time he goes out, he will worry again and again. This time, he has been away for two days, and I thought something was going to happen."

"Oh, the old man is always unwilling to admit that he is old. I think the grandpa is stronger than other ordinary elderly people. When the juniors are, they can only be more dedicated. There is no way to help anything else."

Du He understood very well what it felt like to have relatives at home that were not worry-free. He couldn't control them, so he definitely didn't dare to do anything when he beat them, so he had to coax them very much. That's it, and he also wanted to cause you some trouble from time to time.

Thinking of this, Du He's eyes became sad and angry, and when he looked at the middle-aged man, he actually felt a little sympathetic.

The middle-aged man smiled and patted Du He on the shoulder, haha, saying, "It seems that I am not the only one who has suffered this sin. It is hard to be a filial son, haha! Please come in. Two friends, the visitor is a guest, so let me, the old guy who is a shy and respected elder, do the best of the landlords."

As he said that, he reached out to lead the two of them into the yard.

"If you are an old guy, wouldn't I become an immortal? You are unfilial son, and you dare to curse you and fuck you!" There was a small pond in the yard next to it. Next to it was an exquisitely shaped corridor. The old man was blowing the wind by the table in the corridor. When he saw a few people coming, he cursed his son leisurely.

The old man did not scold seriously, and the middle-aged man did not bear it seriously. He agreed and said, "Son is unfilial. Now, I will find a place for my father's children to rest. Dad, please sit and drink tea." As he said that, he began to call on the servant and greet the guests.

After the middle-aged man left, the old man immediately pulled down his face and drove the servant who came to deliver tea back. He poured a cup of teapot, took a sip, and vomited it out in disgust.

"If you drink a ghost tea, you will know that you will ask me to drink tea. What's the good thing about this thing?" The old man sighed and said helplessly, "I just said that it's useless to pay attention to those false gifts. If you really have the heart, it's better to give me a pot of good wine. I can endure it for a day and not scold him."

Du He could still hold it in, Jiang Ling laughed out loud, sat opposite the old man, mysteriously poured the small pot of tea into the teacup, took out a leather small wine pot like a magic trick, shook it, and poured it into the teapot.

"That's good purple clay, you can't pour wine... Alas, it's a waste of resources." Du He didn't have time to say in advance, the ancient purple clay teapot in front of the old man, which looked very valuable, was filled with wine.

Before using an authentic purple clay pot, you should use a good tea pot every day. One pot of good tea is maintained every day. After three years, you don’t have to put tea leaves. Just use boiling water to get the tea fragrance. It is very exquisite.

However, this pot was beaten by Jiang Ling for no reason. After the wine fell down, it would be ruined.

Du He is a tea-knowing person, and he can't see this, and the corners of his mouth are thrusting, but the old man doesn't care about that. Seeing Jiang Ling cover the pot, he poured a small cup and put it down in front of the old man, and his saliva was about to flow down.

"I said you, the grandpa, don't know how to adapt. Your son asked you to drink tea. If you want to drink, you are afraid that he will worry. Will this be solved after all?" Jiang Ling pushed the teacup in front of the old man and instigated him, "Try it? It's not that kind of sissy, it's good to make you drink."

"Grandma..."

Du He followed the last bit of conscience and advised him.

However, the old man's mind was full of wine bugs, and he couldn't listen to the unpleasant words. He quickly picked up the teacup and drank the cup in one go. The old man closed his eyes suddenly, frowned, and his throat slid up and down. It took him a long time to breathe.

"Huh--Erguotou, I haven't drunk it for many years."

The old man's face was full of nostalgia, and he put it on the glass of wine and sniffed it again and again with his compassion.

When the middle-aged man rushed over, he saw the old man who had never talked about tea and smelled the tea cup with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Dad? Can this batch of tea be eaten?"

The middle-aged man said tentatively.

"Well, it's not bad, I'll drink this from now on." The old man lied and fooled his son without blinking.

The middle-aged man did not doubt that he was, nodded in joy and muttered: "I thought the old man lied to me and said that it was a cold oolong. There was no cold oolong in this summer. I didn't expect you to like it. Dad, so I asked him to send him a few tea cakes when I turned around."

"Okay, that person is good. I gave me some good things. Look at it and you can help me."

The old man didn't dare to pour wine in front of his son, so he held the teacup intoxication and did not let go, and he seemed to take the cup and teapot back to the room together.

Jiang Ling smiled secretly and stuck out his tongue.

After talking about tea, the middle-aged man sat down and said to the two: "Two friends, there are no guests in the family for many years. The servants are so slow that they are in the guest room. When I went to see it, I found that there were mold spots on the bed posts. I was afraid that I would have to smoke and roast it in a charcoal baking for a while before I could live there. Why not go to my little girl's room to change clothes and wash it, and then let's have a good chat with each other?"

Du He hesitated and said, "I'm afraid it will disturb Ling Yuan."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said with a smile: "The little girl has been married long ago. Even if she returns to her parents' home, her wife doesn't like to live on the island. Now I am doing a small business on Sima Road. The mother and daughter will try to live there and check out the business."

"Simalu is very chaotic. You should send more people to protect it carefully. Don't let your wife and children be frightened." Jiang Ling mentioned Simalu and remembered the charming Miss Aiming. He heard that she changed her surname to He later. It was Sima Zhao's heart. Fortunately, Ah He was not bewitched, otherwise she would have to tell Aunt Lu.

The middle-aged man was stunned, as if it was the first time he asked someone to remind these people. He scratched his head and said, "It shouldn't be the case. The brothers over there will at least give him some face."

"Give me some face? That's the territory of the three tycoons of the Qing Gang. Do you think you are Huang or Du, and you will have such great face." Jiang Ling tilted his head and said dissatisfiedly.

"Not Huang Du, but he is nodding with them," the middle-aged man said hesitantly, "Oh, I've known each other for a long time, and I haven't introduced you to you yet. My father's surname is Liu Huidengjie, my surname is Gu, and my small name is Rumao. Everyone praises the Fourth Master and is me."
Chapter completed!