Because there are no extra beds and rooms in the old man's room. The four of them had to lay out the floor in the guest room with a quilt, and then snuggled up to sleep. However, Yang Yunle had something in his heart, and he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, he felt that the old man seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

He suddenly remembered that he had met an old man and a child on the undersea tunnel train that Qin Yujia had gone to a long time ago, and the old man had a scar on his forehead, although the old man did not talk to him, it was that scar but he remembered it vividly.

And the old man of this wooden house, he also has a similar scar on his forehead, is it just a coincidence?

Yang Yunle was entangled in whether to tell Ling Xiaocan about this matter, but she seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, so he got up and walked to the door.

There was a large pile of firewood in front of the door, it should be that the old man had not had time to chop it, Yang Yunle picked up the machete next to him and began to chop, can you help a little. No one in this world has the obligation to be good to you for no reason, so Yang Yunle still understands Entu Bao.

The long night quickly passed, and Yang Yunle saw that the old man got up early, and then saw Yang Yunle at a glance in the open space in front of the house.

"Grandpa, good morning." Grandpa still sounds much more pleasing to the ears than the old man, and the old man should not have any pines and cypresses last night, and he looks very energetic.

"Young man, you're up so early." The old man was still smiling.

"Uh-huh, is Grandpa going to plant crops?" Because Yang Yunle was originally a book freak, he still knows a lot about these things, and he is also handy in chatting.

"No, no, I'm going to do breathing exercises, the master said a long time ago that my lungs are as bad as my wife, so he taught me breathing exercises, and more than ten years have passed since I practiced." The old man was satisfied, as if he felt that his body had not deteriorated, but had become stronger with age.

Breathing exercises? Breathing exercises were created by Grandpa Ji in 2050, how could he? Is it the same set of breathing exercises? Yang Yunle was a little shocked. He sat silently on the stone stairs in front of the house, watching the old man dance breathing exercises.

Really!!! Same!!!

Yang Yunle was a little incredulous, how could such a situation occur, an old man one hundred and fifty years ago said that he had skipped this breathing exercise for more than ten years, so the young man in the painting was really himself, did he bring all this here?

Thinking of this, Yang Yunle asked the old man again: "Did the master say that this breathing exercise was originally created by himself or invented by someone else?" ”

"Oh, he didn't say it, and we didn't ask. Anyway, everyone believed in him. But he seems to be like you, as if he is from far away, not a local. The old man replied truthfully, and then suddenly saw that all the sticks on the ground had been split into sections, and his expression was a little surprised.

"You chopped all the wood I was going to make a raft into firewood?" The old man squatted down with some distress, picked up a piece casually and looked at it.

"Ah, are you going to make a raft? Didn't I do something wrong, I thought it was for cooking? Yang Yunle felt very guilty, he didn't expect to do something bad with good intentions, but he was helpless.

"It's my wife's death day, and before that day, I will cook her favorite food, put them on a raft and let them float away with the current." The old man explained, and soon he comforted Yang Yunle, "It's okay, it's okay, there is a lot of wood in the back room, and there was a lot of it when it could still move before, and it happened to be useful, but now it's old and useless." ”

Yang Yunle suddenly thought of Grandpa Ji, according to the current timeline, Grandpa Ji probably didn't know that he was his grandson at this time, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart.

"Mmmm, grandpa, if there is anyone who helps, it's fine, we've been bothering you here for too long." Yang Yunle was still very upset, he rummaged through his clothes pocket, trying to dig out something, but there was nothing.

"It's okay, it's okay, but it's ......" Grandpa looked at Yang Yunle and couldn't help but stop talking.

"Grandpa, you say, but what, I'll listen." Yang Yunle was respectful, this old man was really good to them.

"But I suggest you and that girl bring a veil, because you look too much like the master and the master's wife, and walking down the street like this will probably cause a lot of trouble." After the old man finished speaking, as if waiting for Yang Yunle's reply, his eyes looked into the distance as if they were empty.

"Uh-huh, we're going to do that too." Yang Yunle also thought of this, if the master is really respected here, then it is indeed a big trouble to look like, "Old man, I haven't heard you cough since I got up this morning, you coughed well, right?" ”

The old man smiled kindly again: "It's strange to say, just one night, it's fine, I don't have any breath now, there is such a treatment in the world." ”

His words were clearly full of surprise, as if he had many years to live.

"Okay." Yang Yunle is also really happy for the old man, after all, he can more or less do something for him.

"When your friend gets up, we'll finish breakfast and leave." The old man said as he walked into the kitchen.

When Yang Yunle thought of all the sweet potatoes and corn last night, he couldn't help but feel that his stomach was tumbling and uncomfortable, these were all things he didn't like to eat. But people, it's so strange, in order not to starve to death, they will try desperately to try things they hate.

"By the way, old man, I would like to ask, what kind of currency is traded in the bazaar here?" Yang Yunle was very curious, after all, he was penniless now, and he was waiting to improve his food.

However, this question is a bit abrupt, talking about money with a strange old man who lives alone?

The old man's face was obviously a little wrong, he stopped his progress, turned around and said in a daze, "I haven't been to the market for a long time, and I can't do anything about it. ”

The old man should be telling the truth, because everything is planted in the house, the market is so far away, and the old man's body is not strong enough, and it is normal not to know.

"Mm-hmm, that's bothering the old man." Yang Yunle was a little embarrassed to see the old man, so he didn't ask any more questions.

This is Ling Xiaocan and the others walked out, stretched a big lazy waist, and then saw Yang Yunle standing in front of the house in a daze at a glance: "Are we ready to go?" ”

Everyone is a little impatient, after all, there were too many mosquitoes here last night, and they didn't sleep well. But in the end, it was probably because I was too tired to care about chasing mosquitoes, and then I fell asleep deeply, and now I was full of small eyes, and I was uncomfortable to death.