In Tongma Mo, the person who can be called Da Ah Lang can only be Yang Chenglie.

Yang Shouwen was a little confused, didn't his father say that he would stay in Xingyang, indulge in the mountains and rivers from now on, and work hard to make money wholeheartedly?

A few days ago, Yang Chenglie also sent someone to send a new Lumen spring wine.

It is a liquor brewed by Lu Weijiu according to the ancestral secret method, which is more similar to rice wine, and is completely different from the distilled Qingping tune. According to Daddy, the people of Xingyang like Lumenchun, while Youzhou and Hebei Province are more popular.

Hebei Province, according to the pre-Qin period, belongs to the land of Yan and Zhao.

Since ancient times, Yan Zhao has been a generous and sad person, who likes spirits and is a good man; And Jingluo and the Central Plains are the world of poetry and books, and they like alcohol, and they are slightly repulsed by too strong wine. This is similar to the regional culture of the north and the south in later generations, at first the southerners did not like spirits, but with the development of the times, spirits began to become popular in the south.

In Yang Shouwen's previous life, as a northerner, he was repeatedly made unconscious by southerners.

Therefore, if Qingping wants to be promoted in the Jingluo area, it needs a process, and it cannot be achieved overnight.

Yang Chenglie also swore in the letter before: I will do my best for the promotion of Qingping Tune!

But in the blink of an eye, how did he come to Shendu?

Yang Shouwen was puzzled, but he still hurried to the front yard.

At the moment, there is some chaos in the front yard.

Yang Chenglie was shouting at the door of the living room: "Son, son, come out quickly, Daddy, I'm here!" ”

Yang Shouwen had already walked to the door, but when he heard this familiar voice, he couldn't help but pause. A bitter look on his face.

According to what he knows about Daddy. He yelled like that. He definitely didn't come alone.

But it's a shame!

If you show off your son like this, you will have no friends, do you know?

What idea Yang Chenglie has, Yang Shouwen can guess a rough idea. Still, he walked out of the door, and walked towards the living room step by step. When Yang Chenglie saw Yang Shouwen, his eyes suddenly lit up. He took two steps forward, then stopped, and stood on the edge of the porch, with his hands behind his back, in a breezy appearance.

Do you want to do this?

Yang Shouwen couldn't help laughing, hurriedly took two steps, and came to Yang Chenglie.

"Father's ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Chenglie had already grabbed him, and then gave Yang Shouwen a hug full of fatherly love.

Yang Shouwen could feel that his father's body was trembling a little.

More than a month apart. Although there are letters to and fro, Yang Chenglie is still relieved.

This god is not Changping. It's not Xingyang either. This is the center of the world, although it is prosperous and lively, and there is gold everywhere, but it is full of killing machines. Yang Chenglie believed that Yang Shouwen could survive, but he was still tossing and turning night after night in Xingyang.

Yang Shouwen felt the excitement in his father's heart, and hugged his father hard.

"Stinky boy, remember to give me a long face later, do you understand?"

"Huh?"

Yang Shouwen's brain was a little down and he didn't react.

At this time, Yang Chenglie seemed to have calmed down, and then said with a bright smile: "Stinky boy, you have grown taller again." ”

As he spoke, he took Yang Shouwen's hand and said, "Come on, come on, I'll take you to see an elder." ”

And sure enough, it was!

Yang Shouwen secretly said in his heart, thinking: I shouldn't have any illusions about my father.

However, he could see that Yang Chenglie was very happy and happy. I don't know who he's going to let me see this time.

Yang Shouwen followed Yang Chenglie all the way to the living room, and saw an old man with gray hair sitting in the living room.

Under him, there was a middle-aged man who looked about the same age as Yang Chenglie, but seemed to be a little younger than Yang Chenglie. When Yang Chenglie walked in, the middle-aged man stood up, but the old man was as steady as Mount Tai.

Walking into the living room, Yang Chenglie obviously became much more dignified and stable.

He took Yang Shouwen to the old man first, bowed down and said, "Zhang Gong, this is Qingzhi."

Qingzhi, come and meet your uncle. ”

Uncle?

Yang Shouwen was stunned for a moment, is that the person of his grandfather's generation?

Yang Shouwen had never heard Yang Chenglie say anything about his grandfather Yang Dafang, and now an uncle suddenly ran out, which also caught him off guard.

However, in order not to embarrass his father, he still respectfully threw himself to the old man to the ground.

The old man looked, to say the least, seventy people were up, and his hair was gray.

But his spirit seemed to be very strong, and he sat there with an inexplicable majesty, but there was a kind smile in his eyes.

"Qingzhi hurry up, the total immortal will be a blockbuster, and the immortal will be born.

I was in Jingzhou, so I heard your name, but I didn't expect it to be the grandson of Dafang Xiandi, which really surprised me. ”

Yang Shouwen hurriedly politely.

Yang Chenglie said: "Zhang Gong is your grandfather's friend, but he hasn't been in touch for many years.

He came to Shendu on order this time, and he told me about you through Xingyang. That's why I'm here to see you. ”

After speaking, he pointed to the middle-aged man beside the old man again.

"Call Brother Jiu."

The middle-aged man is sturdy and burly, and his stature is not very tall, about 175 or so.

Hearing Yang Chenglie say this, the black face suddenly turned purple, and looking at Yang Chenglie's gaze, there was also a murderous aura.

What do you mean?

This middle-aged man seems to be about the same age as his father.

Yang Shouwen was suddenly at a loss, and he couldn't open his mouth.

The old man also smiled, pointed at Yang Chenglie and said, "Wen Xuan, you said that you are so old, why are you still like a child." ”

"Yes, Ah Weng, Yang Wenxuan bullied me again."

Can you imagine what it would be like for a forty-year-old man to sell cute?

Anyway, Yang Shouwen was a chill, and his face was full of puzzled expressions.

The old man said: "Qingzhi doesn't have to be embarrassed, in terms of seniority, it is normal for you to call your son to pay homage to the ninth brother." Don't look at your ninth brother's current appearance, he praised you more than once along the way, and said that he would have a chance to drink 300 cups with you. ”

"Brother Jiu!"

When the old man said this, Yang Shouwen was no longer embarrassed.

It's just that after he called 'Brother Jiu', he heard Yang Chenglie laughing, "Jiulang, call me uncle." ”

"Lao Tzu won't call you uncle if he is killed, don't think about it in your life."

Jiulang gritted his teeth and glared at Yang Chengyeol.

The relationship between the two seems to be very complicated, but Yang Shouwen probably guessed a clue.

"Yang Wenxuan, you wait for me...... I will tell the fourth brother and let him trouble you when the time comes. ”

"Uh......"

When Yang Chenglie heard the word 'fourth brother', an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

What's the situation, why is there a 'fourth brother'?

"Okay Wenxuan, don't tease Jiulang anymore, you have already fought all the way from Xingyang to Luoyang, don't you feel tired?" (To be continued.) )