"It's coming."

The old man said lightly, raising his eyes to look at Tang Zheng.

His eyes were blazing, his spirit was strong, and he was still smiling at Tang Zheng.

"You must be tired from running so far, do you want to taste the bean juice?"

The old man smiled in a friendly manner, without the slightest hint of hurt.

Tang Zheng knew that the old man was by no means that simple.

But he sat down anyway.

Only one meter away from the old man.

"Old man, you got up so early, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Tang Zheng said quietly.

The old man's pale eyebrows raised:

"I didn't sleep well. There was a little guy who broke into the yard and made a lot of noise. ”

"Oh? Looks like there must be something good in your yard that attracted someone else. ”

Tang Zheng looked at the old man:

"Perhaps, that thing doesn't belong to you?"

"Not mine?"

The old man smiled.

When people are old, their temper is small, and if someone else hears Tang Zheng say this, they must be angry.

But the old man was not annoyed, and looked at Tang Zheng with a smile,

Finger to the bean juice in front of you:

"Would you like a bowl?"

"Uncle, let's have a bowl of bean juice."

Tang Zheng said.

"Bean juice scorched pimple dishes, if you are not in Beijing, you won't love it. Young man, do you like the smell of bean juice? ”

The old man asked with a smile.

Tang Zheng nodded.

The soybean juice is not soy milk, but a green soup that is left over from making mung bean vermicelli, and is fermented.

If you love to drink it, you will feel that the bean juice is sweet and sour, and the aftertaste is endless.

I don't like to drink it, I think it smells sour.

"Young man, if you don't drink it again, it's going to get cold."

The old man drank his bean juice and looked at Tang Zheng.

"Good bean juice, pay attention to a hot word, after serving it on the table, it is best to occasionally make a few bubbles in the bowl, so that the taste can come out."

The old man smiled and sighed:

"Alas, it's a pity, old man, I'm old, such a delicious bean juice, I can't drink it for a few years, and I won't have a few years to live."

"If you don't have a few years to live, why do you have to come out and work hard?"

Tang Zheng said:

"Wouldn't it be better to live out your old age in peace?"

The old man put the bean juice bowl on the table, and swallowed the last mouthful of bean juice in small bites with a look of enjoyment, and then said:

"Little friend, do you know how much such a bowl of bean juice is worth?"

"Talking about money, isn't an old man like you supposed to see through the world a long time ago and regard money and power like floating clouds?"

But the old man didn't take care of him, and said to himself:

"Such a bowl of bean juice only costs five yuan."

"Oh? It's not expensive, with the wealth of the old man, even if he drinks bean juice every day, it won't cost much. ”

The old man smiled:

"I like to drink soy juice, but my wife doesn't like to drink soy juice. People like to drink tea. ”

The old man raised his eyebrows and glanced at Tang Zheng:

"What my wife likes to drink is not ordinary tea. A pot of tea, including tea, with tea leaves, costs 380,000. ”

The old man added:

"Dollars."

"And there is no market."

"The best thing in the old woman's life is tea, but the good tea is too expensive, and the old man is a poor ghost, where did he get the money to buy tea for her?"

The smile on the old man's face deepened as he said this.

Two eyes with bags under their eyes, squinting with a smile, like an old fox:

"Don't you hear that cutting off people's wealth is like killing your parents, and it is a hatred that is not shared by the sky."

"I wonder if Xiaoyou can go to Liao's house with the old man and give the old man's wife some tea money?"

"No, you can't."

Tang Zheng said lightly.

The old man's eyes flashed:

"Oh? The old man treats each other politely, and the little friend doesn't give face like this? ”

"What a joke."

Tang Zheng sneered:

"Is it because you are polite that I have to die? Old man, you're a little unreasonable, aren't you? ”

The old man's temper was really good, and he was still patiently bargaining with Tang Zheng at this time.

Tang Zheng was a little impatient:

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, old man, whether it's killing your parents or cutting off people's money, as long as I Tang Zheng wants to, there is absolutely no reason to change my mind."

"If you want me to go to Liao's house with you, you have to see if you have the ability."

Tang Zheng's eyes were slightly cold.

"Juniors are looking for death!"

Like thunder from the sky, an old man who was gentle and innocent like a spring breeze one moment seemed to have become a suppressed demon the next moment.

Without saying a word, his right hand threw the porcelain bowl in his hand towards Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng dodged with a tilt of his head.

Unexpectedly, the old man didn't say a word, he directly shook the table with both hands, and smashed it towards Tang Zheng.

At the same time, the two ups and downs, the old man had already rushed to Tang Zheng.

Brush.

Tang Zheng flashed over the table.

Behind the table, a vigorous fist suddenly appeared.

"That's a lot of strength."

Tang Zheng's eyes flashed.

He already knew that this old guy was not easy to deal with.

The old man didn't know what medicine he took, he was fine one moment ago, but at this moment he seemed to be crazy.

Tang Zheng didn't know that the old man was also an out-and-out madman.

And it's even crazier than the Yang brothers.

"Give it to me!"

The old man burst into a shout, and a green sword burst out of his mouth.

But it was the bean juice he held in his mouth that squirted out and turned into a sharp killing weapon.

The speed of the water sword is actually faster than a bullet.

With the sound of breaking the sky, it hit Tang Zheng's face door in a blink of an eye.

The target is Tang Zheng's eyes!

"If you make a move, you will waste people's eyes, such a ruthless old man."

Tang Zheng frowned.

It hurts people at all, it's really ruthless and insidious.

This old guy vividly interpreted the "salute before the soldiers".

Fang is still a gentle gentleman to talk to, and at this moment he is already unscrupulous and forced to die!

"Junior, you are killing yourself, ruining my way to get rich, there is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door in hell for you ......"

The old man's imposing words had not yet been finished, but he was interrupted by Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng used a Tai Chi kung fu and grabbed the table directly in his hand.

Syllable!

He used the table to block the water sword that came to him.

Then he reciprocated, and without saying a word, he smashed the table towards the old man:

"It's your turn!"

The solid wood table flew out, bringing a strong wind.

Tang Zheng did not retreat but advanced, as if he was a newborn calf, he was full of vigor and blood, and rushed at twice the speed of the old man.

Boom!

Halfway through, with a strong shoulder and back, Tang Zheng punched and hit the old man in front of the door.

"Good time."

The old man is indeed old and strong, and in the face of the table smashed by Tang Zheng, he actually did not avoid him temporarily.

Instead, the old leg was raised, "Touch!" ”

There was a bang, and the solid wood table was kicked to pieces!

Unexpectedly, Tang Zheng's punch had already hit.

The old man looks like a madman:

"If you dare to rob me of something, you will die! Die! Die! ”

He rounded his arm and smashed it towards Tang Zheng's arm.

He would rather fight to receive a punch than abolish Tang Zheng's arm.

It's just that how does he know that his arm must be harder than Tang Zheng?

"Will he have a bell jar? Iron cloth shirts? ”

Tang Zheng's heart flashed.

Looking at the old man's posture, he is simply an out-and-out madman.