There is already a Zhang Xianfeng chatting with Grandpa, so he is not afraid of another Li family.

Originally, she felt that her grandfather was too lonely to be alone in the mountains, but now she has someone to accompany her.

"Three missing one, one more, you can make a table of mahjong!" Fang Zongtang looked at the three tombs and sighed.

Song Yi: Farewell!

Uncle Ming is in this business, the money is in place, and he prepares all the things he needs in one night.

In the morning, the old lady of the Li family, Li Run's tomb was piled up.

After worshipping with the Li family, she chatted with her grandfather by the way, and brought a few treasures for her grandfather to appreciate.

"I went back to the mainland a few days ago and found out something. Grandpa and his descendants will definitely find it soon, don't worry! ”

Song Yi called the Li family to the pavilion, leaving Fang Zongtang and Fang Jizong.

Fang Jizong also wanted to leave, but he was glared back by his father!

"Jizong is not young anymore, I plan to let him learn in the store slowly. The craftsmanship of our family can't be broken in his lifetime! ”

"Your friend, your juniors have come to guard you, you are not alone. I'll find someone to come over another day and put together a table of mahjong for you! ”

"I have a pair of ivory mahjong, I've always kept it for you~"

Fang Jizong listened to the strange and infiltrating people, his grandfather was buried in the ground, and he couldn't talk to his mother. She doesn't usually talk much, but when she goes to the grave, she talks a lot!

"Don't worry, Jizong is disobedient, I definitely won't kill him."

"I'm very measured!"

Fang Jizong knelt down for his grandfather with a puff: You must bless me~ She beat me to death, and our family's incense will be broken when it comes to my lifetime~

……

They didn't leave until it was almost sunset.

As soon as I returned to Lao Xingtang, there were customers in the store.

Also recognized.

"Yukuba, why do you have time to come to me today?" The fish ball guy sells fish balls in the food section of the small market, and she has bought fish balls in his shop a few times before.

"Brother Zongtang, I'm here this time, I have something to ask you~" The fish ball guy put two sticks on the counter.

What is this for? Finding faults?

"Let's talk about something first." Even if it's to find fault, she's not afraid!

The fish ball guy took out a newspaper from his apron and pointed to the front page on it.

"Brother Zongtang, Lao Xingtang in Shenzhen, did you open it?"

Fang Zongtang glanced down at the Shenzhen Evening News, the newspaper where Lao Xingtang donated antiques.

"I drove it!" She admitted it directly and generously.

The fish ball guy was immediately overjoyed when he heard this.

"Brother Zongtang, I want to beg you to help me bring these two fishing sticks to my parents next time I go to the mainland."

It turned out to be this thing, and it was too easy for people to misunderstand when they came up.

Changed to a grumpy one, a fight has already started at this time.

"You're from the mainland?"

The fish ball guy said with red eyes: "I am from Chaoshi, I was ignorant when I was young, and I complained that my family had always asked me to learn to make fish balls, so I had an awkward quarrel with my family, and I came out with a fishing stick." After I came out, I realized that life was difficult, and in my most difficult time, it was the two fishing sticks at home that fed me. I obviously hate making fish balls, but in the end, I have to live by making fish balls, and I don't have the face to go back! ”

A man in his forties who looked like a bear covered his face and cried as he spoke.

She quickly looked down at the stick.

At first glance, I could see that something was wrong.

I tried it twice, and sure enough, something was wrong.

The stick was covered with a layer of iron, probably because it had been beaten for too long and was somewhat depulped.

Eight chapters are over, and tomorrow continues!