Beauty has a disease

Chapter 168 Qinghe
"Old boy, why don't you just stay in the court hall and run back to Qinghe's hometown, and you were beaten down?"

There is an old tree in the backyard of Qinghe Duan’s house, but it is more appropriate to say that it is an old tree. It has a history of more than [-] years, and it has grown to the thickness of three people hugging it. In winter, the tree trunks are bare, and only a few dead leaves are left hanging on them, making the old house even more desolate and desolate.

Yaogu stroked his beard and sat on the ground under the old tree, looking at the old man wielding a hoe and digging the ground, the expression on his face was clearly watching the excitement.

Yaogu flicked his sleeves, brushed off the withered grass leaves and dust on his sleeves, and said cheerfully with his sleeves in his hands: "Plowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, what kind of land is loose in winter, why can't you find something else to do if you can't take it easy?" .”

The old man who was digging the ground snorted, ignored him, and only swung his hoe more vigorously and vigorously.

"Hey, Duan Hetong, you don't think I'm digging this land, do you? As for using such a lot of strength, don't be shy. After all, old people are useless, no more than young people."

Yaogu chattered a lot, and finally Duan Chang couldn't take it anymore, he threw his hoe on the ground, pinched his waist with the other hand and glared at Yaogu, "What do I like to do in my own hometown, you old man I still point and point at my house, so I don't know who is the host and who is the guest!"

Yaogu blew his beard and stared, "Duan Hetong, you can't afford to lose. When it comes to your pain point, just use your identity as an issue. If you have the ability, don't call me here!"

Speaking of this, Yaogu's mood gradually calmed down, he moved his sleeves, leaned on the thick tree trunk and swayed his legs leisurely, "By the way, you can't call me to Qinghe to bicker with me, right? Do you know how to dig the ground, the hole is too deep to grow anything.”

Duan Chang continued to swing the hoe, "Who told you that I'm going to plow the land for farming, so I just dug a hole for you?"

"I let you plant all kinds of things." Yaogu said casually, "As long as you dare to plant them, I will let you bury them."

"I don't want to plant it yet."

On the corridor not far away, Duan Qingrong held the hand stove and watched his grandfather and Yaogu two old men bickering like children. There was a slight arc in the corner of the mouth, and a little smile appeared in the eyes, softening the north wind in winter. Drunk and cold in the mist, the painter is also in the painting.

"Boy Yu Lin, come here." Yao Gu turned around at some point, and waved to Duan Qingrong who was under the corridor.

Duan Qingrong walked over as he said, stopped in front of him, and called Yaogu "Senior" quite politely.

"Hey—that's right." Yaogu pointed at Duan Qingrong and nodded, but looked at Duan Chang who was still digging the ground, and said, "Look, look, this is the attitude you should have when you treat guests." , Duan Hetong, you are not as good as your grandson."

Seeing Duan Chang throwing his hoe and squatting down ignoring him, Yaogu said to Duan Qingrong twice that Duan Chang couldn't say anything about him, and suddenly asked: "You are Duan Hetong's grandson, this old boy should tell you everything. Why don't you, why don't you tell the old man, Yu Lin, what do you want me to do?"

Duan Qingrong smiled gently, bowed to Yaogu again, and said softly: "Your junior knows, but it's still up to grandpa to tell you, this junior is probably not qualified."

"Whether you are qualified or not." Yaogu waved his hand in distaste, "Yu Lin, you are not good at this, you just talk about these nonsense, it doesn't matter whoever says it, what's the difference."

"Isn't it just age and seniority? A baby born on the throne will be older than anyone else when he sits on the throne. Do you think he will talk to you about etiquette?"

Although this metaphor is a bit rascal, but the truth is true, Duan Qingrong shook his head helplessly, unmoved: "Grandfather is about to say it, please be calm, senior."

Yaogu snorted, stood up with his hands on the ground and moved his legs and feet. It was freezing cold, and after sitting on the ground for a while, the air-conditioning swished into his body, making his legs and feet numb.

After shaking for a long time to move his legs and feet again, Yaogu moved behind Duan Chang and stretched his neck to watch his movements. He saw Duan Chang half-kneeling by the edge of the pit, pushing aside the dirt with both hands, and gradually pulled out a wooden box.

It seems that Duan Chang has been busy for a long time just for this wooden box.

"what is this?"

Duan Chang wiped off the dirt on the wooden box with his sleeve and pushed it away.

click-

Duan Chang took out a parchment scroll, "Map."

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