"It's okay, leave me alone." The Ninth Master said, waving his hand to signal that we don't care about him.

"What's wrong with him?" Seeing the ninth master like this, I asked Xiaopang.

"I don't know." Chubby said, also worried.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the old man to come to his senses, and the person sat there, his face was a little pale, and Ms. Zhao invited the ninth master to the villa, and we didn't follow up.

Because of some rules, we followed the instructions of the Ninth Master, and did not immediately remove the brazier within two hours, instead, we used another brazier to turn it over and buckle it upside down, and waited until the thing was completely cooled before carrying it into the car with the ashes.

That night, Ms. Zhao counted the money for us, and also invited us to a meal on the ninth floor of a well-known local family.

The meal was hearty and high-end, and we confirmed a little bit during the meal, and as we imagined, the pink shirt was really his boyfriend.

Because I have always wondered where the cactus came from, why there are so many red blood stains in the cactus pot, and of course, the strangest thing is how such a pot of plants came to look like that.

So, while everyone was happy, I asked euphemistically, which Cheng thought, as soon as this came out, it led to another story.

Ms. Zhao said that the cactus was raised by her grandfather.

The old man is a family of eunuchs, and when he was in the Republic of China, he was a local famous family, and after the founding of New China, the entire family as a landlord class quickly declined, and several sons also fell into displacement, and it was not easy to get enough to eat.

Ms. Zhao's grandfather is the youngest of the children in the family, and he was also an old man during the reform and opening up, but such an old man turned out to be the first batch of people who went to the sea to do business by relying on the relationship of his ancestors very magnificently.

After retirement, the old man believed in Buddhism and did not say a word about the past, and at this time he had been living a monastic life like a layman, and rarely interacted with outsiders.

Except for a few pairs of children who occasionally come back to visit, only Ms. Zhao, a granddaughter who grew up beside him, knows more about his life.

Not long ago, Ms. Zhao, who was still working in other places, suddenly learned that the old man who had been fasting and reciting Buddha for more than ten years died suddenly, as one of the heirs of the old man's property, Ms. Zhao and a group of family members rushed back thousands of miles away, and everyone got a lot of benefits after the funeral was completed.

Inadvertently, Ms. Zhao found a batch of flowers raised by the old man, and because no one wanted them, they were placed there casually.

Ms. Zhao saw that those things grew strange and precious, so she picked two pots and moved them back on a whim, but she didn't think that most of those flowers were sick and died, and only this cactus grew extraordinarily lush.

Ms. Zhao is usually busy, and she doesn't have time to take care of it, so she keeps it on the balcony and leaves it to fend for itself.

"Your grandfather, how long did you live?" After hearing these words, the ninth master asked.

"I was over 90 when I was old." After thinking about it, Ms. Zhao said.

As soon as I heard this, I was stunned, I didn't sigh how old he lived, but doubted whether his granddaughter was biological.

But this is not necessary, there are not a few successful people who eat tender grass, I can only say that their three generations are really energetic, from the Republic of China to the present, this special life has been nearly a century!

Seeing that we were stunned and couldn't believe it, Ms. Zhao smiled, then put down the wine glass, wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue and said softly: "It's strange, I'm also curious about why his old man is so healthy, it may have something to do with his diet and mentality, I heard that when the old man left, there was no warning, and it should be the end of his life." ”

"Oh, that's good, a lot of people, it's painful before they die." Chubby said, laughing.

"Yes." Hearing this, Ms. Zhao nodded politely.

"He's from the Daomen?" Glancing meaningfully at Ms. Zhao, the ninth master asked.

"No, no, but he often reads books on that subject, and, as far as I know, grandpa has a lot of old friends who are alchemy and herbs, and those people are quite eccentric, and I haven't seen them much in the past few years." After thinking about it, Ms. Zhao said, "What are you asking for, what, do you think there is anything wrong here?" ”

"No, no, no." Jiu Ye said, hurriedly waved his hand, and then clasped his hands to his mouth and said with a smile, "If I'm not wrong, his old man has been to Nanyang." ”

"Yo, how do you know?" When Ms. Zhao heard this, her eyes lit up, and then she told us about the old man's unknown legendary past.

In the course of the conversation, we had a general understanding of her grandfather, and Ms. Zhao introduced that the old man had indeed been to Nanyang, and the old man's most glorious time was also spent in the South China Sea.

As mentioned above, after the reform and opening up, the old man became the first batch of businessmen to go to the sea, for some reasons, the old man chose to do business in the coastal area, at that time Shenzhen in Guangdong was not as prosperous as it is now, but there is always no shortage of opportunities, what he did at that time Even his own people can't say clearly.

I only know that in the first two years, Mr. Zhao's life was not smooth, and several transactions were lost, and later, several partners who did business were all cornered, and they could only fight together and rely on some ship transportation to survive.

It all started on a sunny morning, when a group of men came to him to rent a boat, and the price was quite high.

As soon as Mr. Zhao heard the price, he thought that there must be something wrong here, and sure enough, as soon as he came out of the cabin, he saw a foreigner in a black suit with more than a dozen fisherman-like men standing on the dock arguing.

He couldn't understand what the foreigners were saying, but he could see their restlessness and restlessness.

There was a local sailor in the crowd, and Mr. Zhao had known each other for a long time, and the two said hello and came together, Mr. Zhao asked the man what these foreigners wanted to do, and when the man heard this, he couldn't say why.

Although the old man Zhao didn't have much money, he was born very careful, and when he saw this, he was suspicious, but he was reluctant to put a big deal in front of him, so he asked again and again with some embarrassment.

The sailor was not a lover either, and he couldn't get a result no matter how he asked, when a golden-haired foreigner who looked like a translator came over, and when he heard the inquiry, he said to him with a wink: "Nests, go, guess the guts-"