The old man's sleep was very light, and even if Wang Sheng didn't make a sound, he was awakened by the sound of water standing in the compartment.

"Uh-huh, ahem, ahem."

He coughed a few words and opened his eyes to see Wang Sheng.

"You are?"

The old man questioned, but he was not worried about Wang Sheng stealing things, there was nothing to steal in this room.

"Hello, I'm a friend of Zhang Li." Wang Sheng smiled and didn't call him grandpa.

His age is counted as Honghuang, I don't know how much older than him, if I call my grandfather, I am afraid that I can break his life.

"Ah, hello, hello, what do you call a young man?"

The old man didn't care, since he was Xiaoli's friend, it should be a generation.

"Just call me Wang Sheng." He looked at the old man's face, the black gas was slowly corroding, and it would not be long before he died.

His cultivation is very weak, and he is only at the second or third level of Qi cultivation, and according to his current age, he may have been more than two hundred years ago.

When the old man heard the name, he laughed teasingly: "Haha, the young man's name is good, I used to know a person named Wang Sheng, but now, he ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a voice, and Zhang Li had already changed his clothes and came out.

"Grandpa, what do you eat at night?"

He turned around and pulled the kitchen door open from across from the toilet, and could see a steamer, an induction cooker.

In addition, there is a large iron pot hanging on the wall, which is the size of an adult with open arms and a virtual hug.

It was very in the way, Zhang Li leaned sideways and walked around, while complaining: "Grandpa, I just said that this pot is in the way, and it is better to sell it than to put it here to rust." ”

"Besides, I can't put it in the kitchen for stir-frying, so it's useless."

"What are you talking about, kid? This is the pot used by the Martial Saints! You know, your grandfather and I ate two hundred years ago, and you can't sell anything to sell it! ”

The old man got up from the chair, took two steps and sat back down: "If it were your grandfather, I wouldn't have beaten you all over the ass like I did decades ago!" ”

"Come on, grandpa, blow, blow! You're going to beat my dad for my sake. ”

Zhang Li teased, and then skillfully took out the leftovers, added some protein liquid into the pot and stir-fried.

Suddenly, remembering that there was another person at home, Zhang Li thought about it, took out half a tomato from the cabinet below, chopped it and threw it in.

Soon, three bowls of fried rice with tomatoes were delivered to the table, which was actually a wooden board pulled down from the ceiling and still dangling.

Zhang Li's family is poor, very poor, and this situation will still occur in this era, and Wang Sheng can't accept it.

He remembered that decades ago, the same was true of the girl selling fritters by the Great Wall.

On the dining table, the fried rice tasted very bad, Wang Sheng stopped eating two bites, he talked about the topic and asked the old man: "Seeing that you are living a difficult life, what about Zhang Li's parents?" ”

"They?" The atmosphere at the table was slightly gloomy, and the old man slowly explained the reason.

"Dead, all dead, dead in the mouths of those things in the north, and when I arrived, I only got their bones. Two pieces of clothing that were bitten up. ”

The old man's eyes were filled with tears, "When the region was recruited, they went, but they never came back. ”

Zhang Li took two mouthfuls of food and added: "It is impossible for them to die, I believe they are still alive!" ”

"Alas, I'm old, but it doesn't matter, it's just that I suffer Xiaoli's child."

People are old, and there are a lot of words, the old man began to chatter, his body has not been as good as a year in the past few years, all rely on this baby to work and study, and earn some extra money on scholarships, otherwise the family can't even pay the rent.

This house, nor is theirs.

This made Wang Sheng frown again, "Since it's a conscription in the region, then they won't leave you alone, right?" ”

"Who's in charge? We have no power or power, and the current mayors of the Huaxia Region are all foreigners, and they are no longer the Huaxia they used to be. ”

He sighed: "There are advantages and disadvantages to the integration of national alliances, we Chinese people can serve as other people's regional governors, and other foreigners can also serve as our Chinese regional governors." ”

"Who's in charge now?" He asked, looking at Zhang Li.

"Long Tansen, a Chinese-American-Russian mixed-race, as soon as he came to power, he reduced our already small subsidies again and again, and no subsidies have been paid in the past two years."

Zhang Li was very angry, and there seemed to be flames in his eyes: "I didn't dare to resist before, but now, I have changed, and I must seek justice!" ”

Wang Sheng knew what he was talking about, and what kind of effect the sub-creature engine really had, which could make him not weaker than anyone else.

However, if Zhang Li doesn't work hard and doesn't learn all kinds of knowledge, the sub-biological engine is equivalent to nothing.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The old man shouted: "If the neighbors hear about it and report you to the anti-alliance, our ten heads will not be enough to kill people!" ”

Zhang Li pursed his lips, but still didn't speak.

"By the way, I don't know what your name is," Wang Sheng remembered what the old man hadn't finished saying before: "You also knew a person named Wang Sheng before, but what happened later?" ”

"Later?" The old man smiled proudly: "You definitely don't know how much he has achieved in the end." ”

"How big?"

A possibility appeared in Wang Sheng's heart, and he subconsciously skimmed it off, it wouldn't be so coincidental, right?

"Martial Saint!"

When the old man said this, his waist straightened a lot: "He is a martial saint, I never thought of it!" ”

At this time, the old man pointed to the iron pot on the wall and was full of pride: "When the martial saints were young, they often couldn't eat enough, I saw that their brothers and sisters were pitiful, and they often gave them fried dough sticks and soy milk to eat, this pot is the one that fried fried fritters!" ”

"Phew, bragging again." The old man's voice was not small, alarming the other door, and then there was a disdainful mockery.

"Grandpa, it's embarrassing, the cowhide is blown."

Zhang Li was speechless: "If you really helped the brothers and sisters of the Martial Saint, would we still be so poor now?" ”

The old man stopped talking, his eyes flickered a little, and he said: "Perhaps, maybe he is in charge of everything, he must be busy, and it is normal to forget me." ”

"Then when you went to him because of your parents, weren't you also closed? What does this say? ”

"Forget it, grandpa, even if it's true, he won't care about us little people."

Wang Sheng's face did not fluctuate from the beginning.

But in his heart, a monstrous anger was set off, why has the current society become so dark?

Yes, it's true that he doesn't often appear in the public and can't be contacted, but why has no one ever told him?

Through the old man's white and sparse hair and face covered by old age spots, I can vaguely see the appearance of the uncle scooping soy milk and fried fritters for himself back then.

When I was a child, there were not many people who favored myself and my sister, and my uncle was one.