Zheng Sanpao just went back to Tunzi to deliver the car at first, and turned back to see if there was anything Ding Fan needed help with, so he came over to help Zhang Luo Zhang Luo.

Who knew that from a distance, he saw Ding Fan actually doing something with his grandfather, and in the end he was directly thrown to the ground, which was a little wrong.

After seeing their relatives, they all miss hugging each other, or sitting together and talking about heart-to-heart words, or if they don't have a drink, talk about how they have spent this time.

Why are these two so strange?

Come up and fight first?

Could it be that people from Yanjing are so direct?

Anyway, Zheng Sanpao just thinks that in the Northeast generation, the folk customs are strong enough, and no one will fight when they meet.

If he hadn't known before, this old Mr. Chen Wenjie was a professor-level figure, Zheng Sanpao must have thought that this old man was actually a great martial artist, and the temperament on his body felt that he was imposing when he looked at it from a distance.

After the two of them sat down together, and after two glasses of wine, he realized that this old man who looked like a martial artist turned out to be a university scholar with a full stomach.

And today's performance of Chen Wenjie surprised him even more.

Until everyone sat down on the wine table, Zheng Sanpao still did not slow down, although he was sitting on the edge of the table and drinking, his eyes were always sweeping over Chen Wenjie on the side.

Chen Wenjie, who watched it at the end, felt a little chilled, and couldn't stand his eyes anymore, so he said to him: "You kid, what are you always looking at me?"

Zheng Sanpao scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just ......"

Zheng Sanpao's words were only halfway through, and the rest of the words were a little embarrassed to say, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "When I just saw you outside, that skill is a little different from the identity of this cultural person. ”

Chen Wenjie was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and said while shaking his head: "You saw me doing it, and you think that cultural people are the kind of people who are powerless, right?"

In fact, Zheng Sanpao meant this, although he hadn't seen any cultural people outside before, but he had still seen a few people as a teacher at the school, and those leaders in the county and the like.

I have never seen anyone like the old man Chen Wenjie, who says that he will do it, and when he drinks, he also gulps it down, and his eating appearance is also very bold, there is no kind of literati bookish atmosphere at all, and it has nothing to do with the word Sven.

That's why Zheng Sanpao had these questions, and he happened to see Chen Wenjie and Ding Fan playing outside today, so he had his doubts.

Originally, Zheng Sanpao really thought that after he asked about it, Chen Wenjie would be annoyed and angry, and even scolded himself in the end.

Who knows, Chen Wenjie didn't mean to scold people at all, but laughed very boldly, and then poured the wine in his hand directly into his mouth, and said to him freely: "What do you think is a cultural person? What kind of so-called scholarly family? Or you come and tell me, let me know what your understanding of the word 'culture' is." ”

When Chen Wenjie asked like this, Zheng Sanpao was a little stunned, thought for a while and said: "I don't have any culture, and the cultural people I see are those leaders in the county, and then some teaching gentlemen, who look very elegant." ”

Zheng Sanpao racked his brains before thinking of these adjectives, but after saying this, Chen Wenjie, who was sitting on the side, suddenly laughed, and then said to him: "

Does what you say also make sense, I just don't know, do you know, an old saying, called vulgarity is the saying that elegance. Those teaching gentlemen and the leaders above, although they are also said to be a little cultured, but how many are really educated, and how many are really educated?"

In Chen Wenjie's words, there is a sense of pride, perhaps this is the kind of arrogance that comes with the literati.

Perhaps in the hearts of these literati, there is always an idea that everything is inferior and only high in reading, but fortunately, Chen Wenjie has never had such an idea.

Usually there is no such arrogance on his body at all, and when everyone can't see Chen Wenjie, they all feel like a spring breeze, and they don't feel any arrogance in this old man at all.

The old man just doesn't care about a kind of person at all, whether it's the arrogance on his body or the arrogance in words, he can simply vomit blood from popularity.

Ding Fan had seen such a person with his own eyes, but Chen Wenjie was a leader in a high position at that time, and he was speechless, and he vomited blood on the spot, and was finally carried away.

That person is a leader in a high position, he thinks he is very educated, after coming to Yanjing, he came to visit, saying that he wanted to ask for teaching, but the little ink in his stomach was very limited, and after chatting for a few words, he was lifted by Chen Wenjie, and finally became angry.

was even angry and vomited blood, from then on, in the Yanjing circle, everyone would say that this old man Chen is simply the kind of person who can scold people and vomit blood when Kong Ming is alive.

And today Zheng Sanpao also felt this feeling, fortunately, Chen Wenjie did not target him, after asking, seeing that he did not speak, he immediately laughed heartily, and then explained: "Culture, in fact, is not just a point in the book, you just think about it, how many things can be on a book, being literate does not mean that you know words or are literate, these two words represent too many things." ”

Ding Fan stretched out his hand to Chen Wenjie and got a glass of wine, and said loudly: "My grandfather told me since I was a child that books are not the only teacher, life is the best teacher for people, right?"

Chen Wenjie said with a smile: "That's right, this little thing on me, old man, is all based on my age, if I hadn't been running outside all these years, I would just be a primary school student." ”

Listening to Chen Wenjie's words, Zheng Sanpao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly had a feeling of hating each other, and hurriedly picked up the wine glass and said to the old man: "Listening to the old man's words, my heart is comfortable, and it is more comfortable than listening to those who are high-minded." ”

Chen Wenjie picked up the wine glass, touched it with Zheng Sanpao, took a big sip, and said to him: "If I guess correctly, is your hometown from the old Northeast?"

When Zheng Sanpao heard this, the whole person was stunned instantly, thought about Chen Wenjie's words, looked at Ding Fan, and didn't understand what he meant for a while.

Ding Fan heard a little when he arrived, nodded and said, "What my grandfather means is that the people in your family, Third Uncle, are not locals. ”

After hearing this, Zheng Sanpao understood what he meant, and hurriedly turned his head to Chen Wenjie and asked, "Old man, do you still know a little about divination?"

When Chen Wenjie heard this, he laughed and said: "Bullshit divination, I can know where your ancestral home is when I see your family eating!"

Zheng Sanpao also thought that Chen Wenjie would tell fortunes, and he could point out where his hometown was as soon as he opened his mouth.

It turns out that people look at the details, but can you see so much just by looking at the meal?

Chen Wenjie saw that Zheng Sanpao was still a little unconvinced, so he said: "Your ancestral hometown should be in the land of Qilu, too."

It's the hometown of Confucius and Mencius, which I often said later, am I right?"

Although Zheng Sanpao didn't understand anything else, his father also said that it seemed that his ancestral home was in Guanli, and it seemed that there was any ancestral hall, that is, in the Qilu generation, he was about to forget these things, and if it wasn't for Chen Wenjie today, he would have forgotten and couldn't remember.

It's just that he didn't understand where Chen Wenjie saw it, even so, he still admired it very much.

But Chen Wenjie still didn't mean to stop, glanced at Zheng Yi at the table, and said: "In this hometown of Confucius and Mencius, there are many etiquette rules at home, so let's say that this meal is all about talking, the women in the family can't go to the table, only the head of the house can serve the table, there are guests coming, the master of the house is not at home, even if he is older, he can't sit and accompany him, but he has to call the eldest son of the family to accompany him, this is the rule." ”

Chen Wenjie said this, Zheng Sanpao thought about it and it seemed to be the case, when he was at home, he didn't feel anything, but he vaguely remembered that he had never eaten at the same table with his mother when he was a child.

He had asked about it before, but his father didn't seem to understand it at the time, so he just told him to remember that it was the rule.

At that time, he really felt that no one in the whole tunzi had this rule, only his own family had many rules, and the conditions at home were also good at that time, as if the fields in other people's homes were always inferior to their own homes.

The same field, the same seeds, your own land is more productive than other people's homes.

It wasn't until his father died later that Zheng Sanpao didn't figure out many things.

When I met Chen Wenjie today, Zheng Sanpao couldn't wait to ask all the things he didn't understand.

And Chen Wenjie was not impatient at all, drinking the wine in the wine glass one after another, almost answering questions, often speaking with interest, and telling Zheng Sanpao a story.

Seeing that the two were talking happily, Ding Fan was embarrassed to disturb more, just sat on the side, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and poured wine for his grandfather cup by cup.

A meal, from more than three o'clock in the afternoon, until more than ten o'clock in the evening, to be precise, it should be drunk at this time in the evening, the dishes on the table are returned to the pot again and again, and Ding Fan feels a little dizzy when he sees it.

But Zheng Sanpao was still listening attentively, and Chen Wenjie was also talking endlessly, and if he continued to talk, Ding Fan felt that they were going to worship him.

As for Zheng Yi, he has fallen asleep on the table now, and after only two glasses of wine, he is already drunk and can't find the north.

Only Ding Fan was still awake when he sat on the side, but when the two of them were talking, he couldn't interject anything, at most, when Zheng Sanpao didn't understand, he helped explain, and basically didn't speak at other times.

This is also a habit of Ding Fan since he was a child, which is considered his grandfather's request to him, saying that when others are talking, if he interjects, it will be very impolite, which is a kind of etiquette.

But now this kind of etiquette, Ding Fan feels very uncomfortable now, because now he seems to interrupt the two of them, and then tell them to rest early, they are not tired, he is tired.

This meal can be regarded as the most comfortable meal after Chen Wenjie came, two days ago, Ding Fan was not at home, even if he had dragon meat in front of him, he had no appetite.

I finally saw my relatives today, and I felt a lot better, not only did I eat more, but I didn't drink less wine on the table.

Until late at night, Chen Wenjie, the old man, couldn't drink it at all, and fell asleep on the kang.

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