I looked back and thought that since I arrived in Monan, I had seen many businesses that had disappeared.

From the dark grass of the Ivy Club, to today's falconers.

These craftsmen on the rivers and lakes have not disappeared, but for various reasons, they have been suppressed to the fringes of society.

Just now, Lao Lin also admitted that he is now an old man picking up waste.

Such a glorious craftsman should not have fallen to such a point.

My master and I have been playing on the flyover for 7 years, and we have seen the rise and fall of countless industries.

Lao Lin is indeed on the tip of my heart.

I suddenly had a bold idea, I wanted to restore these crafts to their former glory!

As soon as this idea came to me, it scared me out of my mind.

I am now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and I dare to have such thoughts, I'm afraid I'm not crazy?

Uncle Tooth stuffed the last bite of cake into his mouth and said vaguely.

"Boy, I'll teach you another lesson."

"A single filament does not form a thread, and a lone tree does not make a forest. If you want to break into the rivers and lakes and mix the ground, you can't do it without the help of a few brothers."

He clapped his hands and shook off the residue from his body: "You have to have your own people."

The meaning of these words is so profound that I can hear the doorway.

I nodded vigorously: "I'm a poor person, but my reputation is not bad, and I also have confidant brothers."

"Hey!"

Uncle Ya waved his hand and said with a smile, "Whether it's your own person or not, you have to test it with something."

Lao Lin walked over half-lying on his stomach, picked up Uncle Ya's water cup, and poured it into it with a clatter.

"Hah!"

Lao Lin put down the water glass and sighed with satisfaction: "Lao Ya is right, what you are encountering now is not even counting sesame seeds!"

My eyes widened, I was about to put my life on the line, was this still a trivial matter?

Uncle Ya propped up the pergola with one hand and looked at the green hills in my distance.

"If it weren't for the help of a few of my brothers who have died, we wouldn't be able to handle this matter today."

Lao Lin stretched out his rough hand: "You have to pay me for my wages!"

I leaned over to Uncle Ya and whispered, "Didn't you say that Wang Ju's nursing home is specially prepared for the old-timers, this ......?"

Lao Lin took his hand back and laughed dryly: "When we were young, who didn't have a few lives in their hands?"

"Withdrawing from the rivers and lakes does not mean that the enemy can let us go. ...... in that place."

Uncle Ya raised his voice suddenly: "Lao Lin!"

Lao Lin was stunned for a moment, and stopped his voice a little embarrassed.

This reawakened my thoughts again.

has a stunt, but falls into such a situation, it really shouldn't be.

As he spoke, a fluttering sound came from overhead.

The black harrier swept almost against the ground and landed in front of Lao Lin.

As soon as the harrier's mouth loosened, a strip of cloth fell from his mouth.

Lao Lin caressed it lovingly, and muttered, "You are still not old with a sword!"

With that, he looked up at us, a hint of pride flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Found it."

I have never seen this kind of method before, and I have a question mark in my head.

I looked at the strip of cloth and asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

Uncle Ya laughed: "When I helped Zhang Yunxu up just now, I rubbed the soul chasing incense on his clothes."

"This harrier just followed the scent to find his foothold!"

In the eyes of a dirt bun like me, this method is already shocking.

There is no need for a single soldier, let alone a sword and soldier, you can chase for thousands of miles without leaving a trace.

This is the ability of the old Jianghu people!

Uncle Ya looked back at the bald middle-aged man and smiled, "Ah Gui, it's time for you to play, right?"

I've realized that none of the people who can be around Uncle Ya are mortal.

And I am inevitably curious about this middle-aged man.

Ah Gui tugged at his slightly oily short sleeves: "You still believe me?"

"I don't know anything but serve dishes now."

Uncle Ya's face was indifferent: "Because you are Ah Gui, I believe in you."