When the sloppy Taoist priest said these words, my mother cried with joy, and my father stood aside and rubbed his hands in excitement.

I have been gone for so many years and have never contacted my family. They have no idea whether I am alive or dead. When the sloppy Taoist priest said this, they naturally felt a lot more at ease and finally had something to look forward to.

This is the reason why I asked the sloppy Taoist priests to come. They have been waiting for too long, and I always want to leave them with a thought and hope.

At this time, my father suddenly came to his senses and said to my mother: "My dear, hurry up and fry those two chickens. I want to have a good drink with the little Taoist."

My mother wiped away her tears and nodded repeatedly, but seeing the sloppy Taoist here, she didn't want to leave because she still had many questions to ask.

"Don't be stunned. I'll ask you the rest. Go and cook." My dad urged.

Mother nodded, then picked up the half-knitted sweater and returned to the house.

Watching my mother leave, the slovenly Taoist priest couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, who is aunt knitting a sweater for?"

"A sweater knitted for my little Jie. Every year at this time, she knits a sweater for Xiao Jie, just thinking that if he suddenly comes home, he can wear it again. After so many years, the sweater knitted in those years

We can no longer wear sweaters. My little Jie should be about the same height as you now, right? A young man of seventeen or eighteen." Dad said with some sadness.

As soon as these words came out, the sloppy Taoist felt very uncomfortable and said: "Uncle, can you give me a sweater that my aunt knitted last year? It's cold and I have nothing to wear."

"Okay, okay, I'll get it for you." Dad stood up and turned to leave.

"Uncle, I'll take a portion of that chicken and eat it on the road later." The sloppy Taoist warned again.

"Okay, okay, I'll prepare everything for you." Dad waved his hand.

Not long after, my father took out a sweater from the house that my mother had knitted last year and handed it to the sloppy Taoist priest.

The sloppy Taoist priest took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, made some gestures on his body, and then put it away.

These clothes were brought back to me by a sloppy Taoist priest.

My dad was very happy about the arrival of the sloppy Taoist priest. After sitting down, he asked the sloppy Taoist priest several questions. For example, he asked him to count whether I had ever been sick when I was a child, and how was my life?

The sloppy Taoist priest continued to deceive with his sharp tongue.

At this time, the sloppy Taoist priest suddenly remembered something, so he asked: "Uncle, is the old man in good health? Is he almost eighty years old now?"

As soon as these words came out of my mouth, my dad was stopped again: "Little Taoist Priest, you are really amazing, you can even calculate my dad's age!"

"That's what I do." The sloppy Taoist laughed.

Just as he was talking, an old man walked into the yard. He was wearing a gray old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit, buttoned meticulously, and there was a trace of heroism between his eyebrows. The sloppy Taoist priest looked up and knew that the person who came was definitely my grandfather.

It can be seen that the old man is quite strong.

"Dad, you're back from a walk? There's an expert in our family. I'm asking him to tell fortunes for our family's small calamity. His fortune-telling is pretty accurate." My dad stood up and said.

The sloppy Taoist priest quickly stood up, walked over and greeted the old man: "Is the old man in good health? I think you have killed at least a dozen Japanese in your early years, right?"

I mentioned my grandfather to a sloppy Taoist priest before, and I just said that my grandfather had killed Japanese, but I didn’t know exactly how many he had killed.

But the sloppy Taoist priest can tell that people who have killed people have different auras from others. When he opens his heavenly eyes, he can still see a layer of evil aura covering his body. The more people he kills, the more aura he has.

The stronger the evil spirit, but this evil spirit does not hurt people and can make people immune to all evil.

Grandpa was also stunned by the words of the sloppy Taoist priest when he came up. Someone who can reveal the secrets of heaven with one word is definitely not a mortal.

Moreover, Grandpa basically never told anyone the exact number of Japanese he killed.

At that moment, my grandfather became serious and treated the sloppy Taoist priest as a distinguished guest. He sat with my father on the round table in the yard and drank together.

Not long after, my mother fried the two big roosters on two large plates.

One plate was placed on the table for everyone to eat, and the other plate was placed in a rice bowl and covered with a lid, and the sloppy Taoist priest took it away later.

The sloppy Taoist priest ate and drank with me, and after eating and drinking enough, he took the sweater knitted by his mother and the fried spicy chicken, waved goodbye to his family, and left in style.

When the sloppy Taoist priest left, my dad chased him and wanted to return the 100,000 yuan to him.

The sloppy Taoist priest's face darkened and he said: "Uncle, this money is yours, you must keep it. I will come again next year. Then you will know why I gave you the money. You can spend it how you want."

No matter how you spend it, don’t skimp on it.”

After that, the slovenly Taoist priest turned around and left the village, leaving my father standing alone at the gate of the courtyard in a daze.

For a while I didn't understand what the little Taoist priest meant.

On a trail not far from the entrance of the village, Uncle Huzi and I squatted on the roadside and waited for three or four hours.

Uncle Hu Zi got a little impatient with the wait, so he asked me: "Master, do you think Xiao Luo, a child with such a bad mouth, will be beaten by people in your village?"

"No, the sloppy Taoist priest can't speak according to the occasion. Anyone who offends him will be scolded to death by him, but he usually speaks honestly."

"Is there a shrew in your village? What would it be like if you met Ronaldinho?" Uncle Huzi suddenly laughed.

"When a shrew meets Lao Luo, she will definitely be scolded and cry." I also laughed.

Just as he was talking, a figure wandered towards us from a distance.

Uncle Hu Zi was sharp-eyed and stood up quickly and said: "Oh, he's here, he's finally back, no... why is he still holding something in his hand? Didn't he ask him to give you money? Why are you still taking money from your home?

Follow things?"

Not long after, the slovenly Taoist priest jogged a few steps and came to me. He smiled at me and handed me a sweater and said: "Xiao Jie, I went to your house and met the uncle and aunt. They are all in good health."

Yes, I also met your grandpa. He looks tough. When we were drinking just now, your grandpa drank half a catty in one go. He has a good capacity for drinking."

"This is a sweater your mother knitted for you. She knits one every year. I brought you a sweater from last year. You can try to see if it fits. Also, you told me before that your mother is very spicy.

Chicken is the most delicious. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. I also brought you the spicy chicken. Can you try it? "

I stretched out my hand tremblingly and took the sweater in his hand. A sweater had thousands of stitches, all strung together with longing for my son.
Chapter completed!