Yanling turns, Henan eats all over, a bit exaggerated, but the aging shop goes around and eats all kinds of special snacks in Yanling.

Sweet potatoes, propolis, stewed noodles, lo-lo noodles, mutton soup, basically everything, much better than the Gulou Town where Ling Er lives.

Ling Er found a restaurant, a bowl of lo mein, a plate of white-cut mutton, and ate sweaty.

After eating, turn left is a street of teahouses, and there are more than 100 teahouses in the aging shop from the Ming and Qing dynasties to the present, so you don't have to worry about no place to drink tea.

Of course, many of them are not teahouses, but they are dusty loess roads along the concrete road, and there are tea sheds supported by wooden sticks of various heights, and many people sit in them to play poker.

Ling Er entered a small teahouse where the signboard was dusted and the handwriting was no longer legible, and two old men were sitting inside, looking at Ling Er curiously.

After all, the locals never say: have a cup of old red soup.

Isn't this nonsense?

What do you drink without old red soup when you drink tea?

After Ling Er found a low stool and sat down, he waited for the boss to serve a pot of tea and thanked him.

"Drink slowly, don't get drunk." As soon as the boss heard his accent, he knew that he was a foreigner and kindly reminded him.

"It's not drinking." Ling Er didn't think so, he was a good tea person, what tea had he not drunk?

Carrying the teapot and pouring tea into the cup, it was full but not overflowing, and he finally understood why it was called "soup", which was very strong.

It smells very fragrant, after taking a sip, I don't feel good enough, a cup is all down, he is used to drinking strong tea, and after drinking it, he is actually hazy and a little dizzy.

Deliberately grabbed a handful from the woven bag containing the tea leaves, a handful of black old tea stalks, and he couldn't tell whether it was Qimen black tea or Xinyang Maojian.

I didn't bother to ask the boss, and drank several drinks in succession.

The taste of eating and drinking belongs to metaphysics, and there is no quantitative standard, not to mention that each country, each nation, and each person's preferences are different.

In fact, the most important thing is that you like it, the more famous you are, the more IQ tax you pay.

For a few days, I lingered in the teahouse.

The days are like this, and seeing that it is about to enter the beginning of winter, his daughter-in-law will not go out to work again, and it is estimated that it is unlikely that she will go out.

That morning, he got up early as usual, freshened up, held his teaglass, and sat at the door of the small hotel in a daze.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old cub ran over and shouted, "Abba asked if you still want to take the car." ”

"Sit, of course." Ling Er laughed, this is the eldest son of the minibus driver's family.

When he went back to the house and picked up his bag, he didn't have time to calculate with the old lady of the hotel, threw ten yuan on the table, turned around and left.

The northwest wind was blowing, and the whole town was in a thick fog, and the vision was very poor, if it weren't for Ling Er's vigilance, he almost let a motorcycle crash.

Fortunately, there were children leading the way, otherwise Ling Er would not have found a parking spot for the minibus.

The driver of the car winked mischievously at him, then snorted at the car.

Ling Er knew that as soon as he got into the car, he saw Chen Weiwei sitting in the middle aisle, holding a chocolate backpack in his arms, and a bulging plastic bag under his feet.

She saw Ling Er and smiled at him.

When Ling Er was thinking about whether it would be too abrupt to go over and sit next to her directly, the minibus driver pointed to the vacant seat next to Chen Weiwei and said, "Isn't there a vacant seat here, just sit on it and leave." ”

Ling Er was overjoyed, and after sitting next to his daughter-in-law, he said with a smile, "What a coincidence, where are you going?" ”

Knowing each other and knowing oneself will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

"Yes, what a coincidence, I went to Xuchang to transfer to Pujiang." Chen Weiwei said with a smile.

"It's a coincidence this time, I'll also go back to Pujiang." Ling Er smiled and asked, "It's going to be the New Year, so let's go out." ”

"It's easy to find life at the end of the year, go and see." Chen Weiwei was not much surprised, as long as they went out to work in their car, basically half of them went to Pujiang.

Along the way, Ling Er was speechless.

"I'm not a big person, I just want to go home and raise cattle, with my IQ, I can only raise one, I can't count more..."

In order to pull his IQ to the same level as his daughter-in-law, he also tried his best.

"And then the cow is lost, and you are lost—" she would happily echo a few words.

"It's good to lose it, I don't have so many worries."

It's really a knife in the wind, and it's only gentle to you.

Ling Er was very heavy, and from her daughter-in-law's face, he could feel that he had not brushed his favorability from her daughter-in-law.

After getting off the bus station and transferring to the train station, Ling Er stopped a tricycle and wanted to go with her.

She refused, and then watched her get into the bus.

He has such a violent temper than the second child!

Self-comforting, such a vigilant girl, his daughter-in-law is not a casual person!

At the station, he met Wu Daliang again, who helped him fight last time.

"Thank you last time." Ling Er threw him a cigarette and waited for his daughter-in-law while chatting.

"What a big deal." Wu Daliang got a windfall, and the excitement hasn't gone yet.

The bus from the bus station didn't know how much circle it had made, and Ling Er waited for more than forty minutes before he saw his daughter-in-law get off the bus.

Ling Erniao quietly followed behind her.

In the end, she pretended to be an accident and let her find him.

"Otherwise, you can rest and I'll buy it for you."

The ticket window of the train station was crowded, and Ling Er could have found a scalper to buy a ticket, but in order to take care of her, he had to squeeze in a long line side by side with her.

"It's okay, the queue is fast." Chen Weiwei clutched the ticket money in her hand tightly, she would not easily believe anyone's words.

"Hey, buddy, what are you doing," Ling Er kept an eye on his daughter-in-law's situation all the time, and saw a tall and thin man's hand stretching out towards the backpack behind her daughter-in-law, and immediately rushed over and grabbed the other party's hand, and snorted coldly, "You haven't been beaten, have you?" ”

"What are you doing, you want to fight." The tall man shouted, and two more people emerged from the crowd.

"Forget it, forget it," Chen Weiwei nervously pulled Ling Er's arm and said in a low voice, "Don't suffer a loss, I don't have a loss." ”

"Don't worry, it's okay." After Ling Er comforted her, he shook off the tall man's hand, and then said, "There are a lot of people here, come out." ”

Therefore, Chen Weiwei chased after him, and he simply pretended not to hear.

If you don't perform now, how long will you wait?

In front of his wife, he should show some manhood, and he will do it if he is not satisfied with life and death.

As soon as he sold the ticket hall, he saw Wu Daliang soliciting customers at the door.

Wu Daliang has been messing around at the train station all the year round, and after glancing at the tall man, he understood what was going on.

He ran to Ling Er nonchalantly and said in a low voice, "Brother, five hundred, I'll let them go to the ball." ”

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