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Before leaving, Qiao Mu gave him a large box of liquor, and a lot of books on medicine and Taoism.

Sun Simiao looked reluctant, bowed deeply to Qiao Mu, and looked nostalgically at this blessed land that he had never dreamed of decades ago, and couldn't help but look forward to it: "I wonder if Xiaodao will have a chance to see you again?" ”

"There will be a day." Arbor smiled.

Seeing that the famous medicine king in history disappeared after walking through the door, Qiao Mu turned around and asked, "Am I right, Lolita?" ”

"Yes, master." Lolita's figure condensed from the light, "All the planes you open have a record of coordinates, and when the tavern is upgraded to a certain level, you can actively connect these planes, I can have a hunch." ”

The ten kilograms of gold he got from the bank were thrown into the tavern by the arbor and exchanged for ten space-time coins. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't open the portal again after all.

The current tavern is a first-class level, and the planes that can be opened are either ancient or similar to the modern world, and the benefits it can bring to them are extremely limited.

It's not easy to meet a stranger like Sun Simiao, and the next time I meet a talented poet without money, a general or an official with a little money, I may not even be able to earn back the capital.

"There are a lot of people peeping in the dark these days, and although I have tried my best to help my master hide the anomaly here, it may not be discovered after a long time, so you should take a break for a while." Lolita suggested.

Qiao Mu nodded, he took out the recipe for Baicao brewing that Sun Simiao gave him, thinking of what Tang Wei said during the last meal, if you want to maintain a tavern operation, it is best to have your own special wine.

"It's time to go home, just so that my parents don't farm anymore and make wine with peace of mind, so that they won't be too tired." Qiao Mu thought to himself.

As soon as he made his decision, he set off.

Before leaving, he sent a message to Tang Wei, telling the other party that he was going home to get those "ancestor" beauty formulas, and Tang Wei replied "Okay".

Just when Qiao Mu thought that the goddess was still arrogant, he received a second message from her, telling him to take care of the rice balls, and he would go to see the little guy when he was free.

"Looks like you're more popular than me." Qiao Mu pinched the little cat's neck and threw it on the sofa.

He pointed to the wooden box near the door: "That's your food for the past few days, don't steal wine and drink casually!" ”

"Meow." Tang Yuan squinted and took a nap on the sofa.

Pack your belongings - in fact, there is no luggage, except for the cigarettes and alcohol bought for my father, a gold bracelet for my mother, and clothes for the two old men.

Carrying his suitcase, Qiao Mu took a taxi to the station, transferred to a bus to the county seat, and then changed to a minibus to the town, and called his father to pick him up.

In fact, he still has more than 3 million on him now, and he can buy a car or take a taxi back, but sadly he doesn't have a driver's license, and in order to avoid the scolding of his parents, and his mentality has not yet changed, so he ignored the luxury of taking a taxi home.

When he got out of the car, he saw his father leaning next to a dilapidated electric car.

Qiao Mu's father, Qiao Yunhua, is just over fifty years old this year, but his hair is already gray, and his face is full of traces of time, and others even think that he is a sixty-year-old old man outside.

Seeing his father's appearance from afar, Qiao Mu's heart was sour.

He understood that the reason why this strong father became what he is today was all to support their sister and brother to study, and he had overdrawn his manual labor for a long time, so he looked so old.

"I'm back, how did I buy something?" When Qiao's father saw his son, his face was happy at first, and after seeing the suitcase in his son's hand and the bag in his hand, he immediately asked with a displeased face.

Qiao Mu's gaze was on his father's shoulder, he crossed his father, looked behind him, and saw the familiar dry cement mark.

"Dad, you're carrying cement again?" Qiao Mu asked.

Qiao's father, who was still angry because his son might break the bill, heard this, like a child who had been poked for lying, and waved his hand crampedly and said, "It's okay, Dad is in good health, what's wrong with carrying a few bags of cement." ”

"But your lumbar spine is not good, last time the doctor said that you can't do this kind of work, you also promised me." Arbor Road.

"Now the price of unloading cement has risen, and a bag is a dollar." Father Qiao smiled.

Qiao Mu only felt that the sourness had spread to his eyes, and he suddenly wanted to cry.

His father had two brothers, and from childhood to adulthood, his father did all the crop work in the family alone, and in order to support his sister and brother, he often went out to do odd jobs.

The so-called gig workers are mainly unloading people. For example, if someone needs cement to build a house, a bag of 100 catties has to be unloaded from the car and carried to the house of the person who built the house. Generally, this kind of cart is not allowed to enter the village, so a hundred catties of cement have to be carried at least a few hundred meters, but just to earn those few cents. For as long as Qiao Mu can remember, his father has often done this kind of work. At that time, he was in good health, but now he is fifty years old, and his body is tired and sick, and when it comes to rainy weather, he coughs all night, tossing and turning, and can't sleep.

But even so, for that little money, he still did such manual work, and he was so accustomed to it.

"Dad, you can't do such heavy work in the future!" Qiao Mu snapped.

He wanted to cry, but he knew he couldn't.

"What are you talking nonsense about a child," Qiao's father glared, "Lao Tzu can still move, it's not your turn to be in charge, besides, now that the bride price for marrying a daughter-in-law is so expensive, while I can still move, I will save you more money." ”

Noticing that there were already onlookers around, and understanding his father's temper, Qiao Mu had to put the topic aside for the time being.

"Let's go home."

When the father and son returned home, Qiao's mother, who got the news, had already prepared Qiao Mu's favorite dumplings.

"You and your dad wait first, I'll go and get the dumplings, and I'll be able to eat them soon." Qiao's mother looked at her son dotingly and said with a smile, "It's your favorite big meat lotus dish." ”

Also fifty years old, Qiao's mother looks several years older than her peers.

"Wait, Mom, go into the room, I have something to tell you." Qiao Mu said solemnly.

Qiao's house is not dilapidated, it is still one of the first buildings in the village, but it has been built for more than ten years, and now it is still just a simple pink and white wall, the wires are disorderly distributed, and there is little furniture in the home.

At Qiao Mu's strong request, Qiao's father and Qiao's mother entered the room, and the family sat on a stool nailed by Qiao's father himself.

"What's the matter, so mysterious." Qiao's mother was still thinking about the dumplings she was going to make.

Qiao Mu smiled, opened his suitcase, and took out the gifts he had brought to his parents.