"Ha ha!"

Yuanbao laughed loudly, but when he heard his grandfather’s voice in the room, he stopped laughing.

He hugged me and whispered, "Brother, I'll give you a card number then, and you can send me the money in. Don't let my grandfather know about this."

"As for what's so mysterious?" I said speechlessly.

"Hey, you don't know," Yuanbao was only eighteen this year, but he warned me with a mature look on his face: "I will know when you get married in the future. We men can't have a small treasury."

After talking to Mr. Li for an hour, I could see that Mr. Li's anger was obviously much lower, at least his face was not so ugly.

"Have you had breakfast yet, Mr. Li? Why don't you wait to eat here later?" I put a cigarette on the old man.

"No, I still have something to do during the day, so you can eat."

I blew the ashes and asked casually with a smile: "Master Li, you are knowledgeable, do you know what "Shui Guan'er" means?"

He held my cigarette and didn't lit it, and his brows frowned immediately.

"Shui Guan'er? Are you talking about Huo Guan'er? Why, have you seen them?"

"What do they mean by Mr. Li?"

He frowned and said, "This is a small group of people living in Ma Village. They had a famine in 1942 and moved to Luoyang. I heard an old friend of mine say that this group of people makes a living by collecting herbs. Their ancestors were chieftains from the Dali Kingdom of Yunnan in the Ming Dynasty."

"Boy, if you ask, don't mess with these descendants of the toast."

"What? Have you provoked them?"

I held the cigarette in my hand and was stunned for a few seconds.
Chapter completed!