When Cai Gen heard what the uncle said, he suddenly thought of a serious problem.

This is the first floor, and if it is all opened, it will inevitably be a load-bearing wall.

Is it safe to live upstairs?

Is this old building not a frame structure, but is it strong?

Besides, I've walked through so many houses and I haven't seen anyone else.

There is only one person, why do you live in so many rooms?

"Uncle, your requirements for the living environment are really high, and this decoration is really exquisite.

By the way, this is a small gift for you, don't be too polite for the New Year. ”

As he spoke, Cai Gen took out the egg and put it on the coffee table.

Praising people and giving gifts is definitely the best way to set up, and the uncle is an old-fashioned person at a glance, and he eats Cai Gen's set.

The face that was originally expressionless, but also took on a small smile, and handed the freshly rolled cigarette to Cai Gen, without closing it, paying attention to people.

"Pay attention to a fart, this is according to my former home, much smaller, hey, I can only suffocate myself when I die.

I planted the tobacco leaves in the garden at the door, and I didn't mix anything, you lick it yourself. ”

Cai Gen felt that his door-to-door service and smoking were unprofessional, so he quickly excused himself.

"Uncle, I don't smoke..."

"Don't pretend to me, you smell of cigarettes, what a calf."

Hey, let's follow the customs, Cai Gen didn't insist, took the cigarette, licked his mouth skillfully, pinched off the tightening of the cigarette butt, didn't hurry to light it, and waited for the uncle to roll the second cigarette.

"Uncle, how big is your previous home?"

The uncle's second cigarette was also rolled, Cai Gen hurriedly lit it for him, and then lit a cigarette for himself, and took a puff gently, the taste was strong, like 60 degrees of liquor, absolutely hot and spicy.

"How old is my house?

There are seven rooms in the main hall, nine rooms in the wing building, five rooms in the apse, seven bedrooms, and one hundred single eight rooms in the back building.

Do you know how big the three-in, three-out yard is?

More than 20 meters of shadow wall, do you know how big it is?

And..."

Cai Gen didn't pay attention to it from the beginning of the uncle's skillful display, and it was all bragging.

His family used to open a big car shop, so many rooms, it's about to catch up with the red romance.

"Oh, that's a big deal, and now that you're living here, I've really wronged you.

By the way, uncle, your surname, we need to register for the first time. ”

The uncle was a little unhappy when he saw that Cai Gen really took out a registration form, not like he said it casually, as if he had committed some taboo.

"Is it necessary? Isn't it just 200 dollars a month? It's over when you give you money, why don't you use this whole set? ”

encountered resistance in registration, which also made Cai Gen unexpected, is there anything difficult to hide?

"Uncle, I am also in line with the starting point of being responsible for you, and after recording, I can better serve you."

was so insistent, although the uncle was not happy, he still reported his name.

"My name is Tong Aiguo on my ID card."

Well?

The old people of this age should all be before the founding of the People's Republic of China, why did they take such a name with the characteristics of the times?

Oh, on the ID card, that's the name that was changed later.

Cai Gen didn't think much about it, and registered his name.

"Uncle Tong, what is your date of birth?"

"Thirty-one years of Guangxu."

This one?

Cai Gen almost didn't break his cigarette, is this bullying himself for being uneducated?

Who knows what year Guangxu is?

He died early in the morning, okay?

"Uncle Tong, what is the year 19 A.D.?"

Uncle Tong really despised Cai Gen with his eyes, feeling that it was not enough.

"Young people nowadays, I can't say that if you are my grandson, forget it, you are not my grandson.

The thirty-first year of Guangxu is 1905, the third day of the third month of the third month, the Manchus. ”

1905?

Cai Gen did a quick mental calculation, I'll go, more than a hundred years old?

Such a spirited old man is more than a hundred years old?

Isn't it advantageous to be a grandson to someone else?

I really want to ask him what is the secret of his longevity, but control his curiosity and do business first.

It is estimated that the third day of the third month of March he said must be the lunar calendar, Cai Gen decided, or not to ask carefully, otherwise it would be time to expose his unlearned nature.

Continued to write down the home address, contact number, and when it came to the relatives column, Cai Gen raised his head again and looked at the centenarian in front of him.

"Uncle Tong, what is the contact information of your children's relatives?"

Tong Aiguo's eyes looked at a mirror on the wall, staring at himself in the mirror, looking a little lost.

"If you have children and relatives around, what do you want your services for?

I was afraid that no one would know about it in the dead house, so I called you.

I watched TV and said that many empty nesters died in the house suddenly and suddenly, and no one knew about it.

I thought to myself, it would be too undignified to walk like that, so I bought someone for 200 yuan to watch..."

This reason is so powerful, Cai Gen has never regarded this reason as a rigid need.

It's a bit cruel to be honest, but the reality is that cruel, and it's even worse.

This Uncle Tong really thought about it, and Cai Gen silently expressed his admiration.

Anyway, when I'm old, I may not be able to live so clearly.

"Uncle Tong, you are so energetic, you will definitely live a long life..."

It's over, people are already 100 years old, and Cai Gen has discovered a slip of the tongue, which is a common-sense mistake.

"No, you must live as long as the sky, and you will live forever."

Dizzy, it's usually people who have passed away, so they say that they are eternal, and they say the wrong thing again.

The words that really describe centenarians are not commonly used, and Cai Gen is a bit poor in words.

This sentence has been passed down through the ages, and Tong Aiguo was amused.

"Okay, okay, it's not the New Year yet, no matter how much you say New Year's greetings, don't kowtow, I won't give you New Year's money."

Saying that he would not give money, Tong Aiguo still took out an antique cloth wallet from his pocket and took out a dozen red banknotes from it.

"This is half a year, one thousand two, I think, it shouldn't be a big problem to live another half a year."

is really old, there is no taboo at all, he wants to die or live when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth, and Cai Gen doesn't know how to pick up the stubble.

took out the blood pressure monitor, thermometer and other tools that he had with him, and simply measured the basic signs for the old man.

I don't know if I don't know, and I'm scared when I test it.

This centenarian has a higher blood pressure than Cai Gen, and his health is really good.

When Cai Gen was measuring his blood pressure, he found that the old man's arms were covered with patterns, and he didn't know what kind of experience the old man had in the past.

The patterns are very simple, and I can't see what they symbolize.

"Uncle Tong, are you also religious? I see you also have incense. ”

In fact, Cai Gen shouldn't ask, after all, this is considered privacy.

It's just that since I entered the house, there is a fragrance in my nose, which is very strong, not three times a day, and it will definitely not reach this level.

Old man Tong Aiguo didn't care, he has always cooperated with Cai Gen to go through the process, and when he mentioned religion, he answered casually.

"Well, the old incense root handed down from the ancestors, shamanism."

Well? Cai Gen lifted his spirit at once.

"Uncle Tong, are you also a horse fairy?"

Cai Gen's question seemed to be an insult to his beliefs in Tong Aiguo's heart, and he was extremely layman, rolling his eyes, and the boss was not happy.

"Who told you that shamanism is out of the horse immortals?"