Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 922 915. The Old Man and the Little Kid
There were three bamboo shoots at the old man's feet, and he was digging the fourth one with a small hoe in his hand.

"Grandpa, you are awesome and strong, better than any young person." Luo Shaoan is good at coaxing people. He would praise someone's good health when he meets him.

The old man fell for it. His face was wrinkled with smiles and he swung the hoe faster.

Luo Shaoan quickly took out a small hoe from his basket, which was only as long as his forearm.

I followed the old man to dig, and asked as I dug, "Grandpa, how do you dig bamboo shoots? You dig them neatly, but I always break them when I dig them."

The old man was even happier, and he excitedly took the hoe and gestured while explaining: "You can't dig bamboo shoots by force, you have to find the bamboo whips and dig down along the bamboo whips..."

Luo Shaoan acted as if he had suddenly realized something, and deliberately pretended to swing the hoe and try digging twice. Under the guidance of the old man, he found the bamboo whip, and from being unfamiliar to being proficient, he successfully dug out a complete spring bamboo shoot.

The old man stroked his beard and praised him repeatedly, "The little boy has a very smart brain, and he can understand things at once."

Luo Shaoan laughed foolishly.

The audience in the live broadcast room were all secretly laughing.

[You are such a badass! If I hadn’t seen you digging bamboo shoots, I would have believed it.]

[Unlucky guy, it's fun to cheat the elderly, right?... It's really fun]

[If I had your skill, I would definitely take away all my grandfather’s pension]

[Hey, you’re the type who sells health supplements, right…]

We dug some spring bamboo shoots together.

Luo Shaoan put all the bamboo shoots into his basket, carried it on his back, and walked out of the bamboo forest.

There was a Chinese toon tree at the edge of the woods. Its newly sprouted leaves had not yet turned green, but were still tender and red when they were tragically destroyed.

"Take it home and make scrambled eggs. It's good."

Then the two of them went to dig wild vegetables.

There are really a lot of wild vegetables on this hillside.

Bracken, purslane, shepherd's purse... can be seen everywhere.

I picked up the tenderest ones and dug up a bunch.

Finally, they found a piece of newly sprouted osmanthus, which was a good thing, and the old man and the young man took it all.

In this process.

The audience posted comments and pointed out things like, [There is a shepherd's purse in the back left, dig it out], [There is a spiny crow, break off its tender shoots], [You call it spiny crow? We call it dragon's tooth here], [Why don't you want it? That purslane is so big], [Elder, it's not tasty]

Then he told me the story of digging wild vegetables. In the story, there were my parents, my grandparents, myself who fell on my butt, and the mountains and waters of my hometown...

I spent more than twenty minutes digging wild vegetables and collected a large pile.

Luo Shaoan carried a basket of bamboo shoots, and the old man carried a small basket of wild vegetables.

The basket is not big, not even as big as an elementary school student’s schoolbag. You just need to dig out enough for one meal.

The two of them each found a straight stick and compared whose stick was the straightest and who was the better one. They laughed and walked slowly down the hillside in the morning light and mist.

Despite his age, the old man walks very steadily in the mountains.

Luo Shaoan deliberately aroused his competitive spirit and found two sticks, which he originally intended to use as crutches, but he did not use them but just played with them in his hands.

There were also laughter in the barrage, showing off the straight sticks they once had, claiming that with a stick in hand, they were invincible in the class.

Unfortunately, my father confiscated it, and its power increased dramatically. It hurt when I whipped myself...

The live broadcast finally went from being confusing to being interesting.

Still can't see the theme though.

After walking only a few dozen steps, the old man and the young boy had already walked out of the bamboo forest and came down the hillside. An ancient stone road appeared under their feet and a small mountain village was in sight.

The sea of ​​clouds and the colorful forest complement each other!

White walls and green tiles are scattered among them.

The audience in the live broadcast room exclaimed “Wow!” What a beautiful village… [Poor guy, how do you always find such a beautiful place!!!]

(That’s probably the feeling)
The scenery is beautiful, but the people may not be.

At the end of the cobblestone path, two old men were standing side by side at the intersection, leaning on crutches, looking like they were not someone you want to mess with.

Luo Shaoan and the old man came down the mountain along the path, and after walking less than a hundred steps, they arrived near the two old men.

The man in front started to complain, "Dad, why did you go up the mountain so early in the morning? The dew hasn't died down yet. What if you fall?"

The audience in the live broadcast room were all shocked, these two old men looked quite old, they must be in their seventies or eighties, and they called an old man dad?

The old man snorted and pointed at his two sons. "What's wrong with going up the mountain? I've been walking for a lifetime and I wouldn't fall even with my eyes closed. I'm a very strong old man, unlike you two, who are so young and still leaning on sticks and look so old."

This statement is ambiguous, how can someone so young look so old?

Then he introduced them to Luo Shaoan, "An Wazi, this is my eldest son, and this is my second son. One is 87 and the other is only 82."

Are they really father and son?

Luo Shaoan hurriedly called grandpa.

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The two old men smiled politely, but their expressions were helpless.

They came to stop the old man and persuade him not to run to the mountain. But, it was obvious that they could not persuade him.

What to do?
There’s nothing I can do. Let’s go home first.

Walk from the old stone road to the newly built village road, and then turn a corner to see a large mansion.

The same white walls and green tiles, a row of eight large tiled houses, no walls built, just a bamboo fence enclosing a courtyard.

There is a small pond in front of the door. Beside the pond stands a big crooked willow tree. The willow branches hang down into the water, creating ripples.

An old yellow cow was lying under the tree, chewing grass leisurely.

Push open the fence gate.

An old lady came out holding a little child.

The little kid had a chubby face, and was wearing a flowery jacket, a tiger-head hat, a pair of tiger-head shoes, and open-crotch cotton pants. He walked unsteadily.

He looks to be only two years old, or three at most.

I smile when I see the old man.

The old man took off the basket and showed off, "The wild vegetables on the hill are all out."

Luo Shaoan took down his basket as well, and took over the basket of wild vegetables, showing off in the same way: "There are also bamboo shoots. Spring bamboo shoots are especially tender."

The auntie praised happily: "It's best to eat it while it's tender, mixed with vinegar and garlic, and it tastes like spring."

Then he turned to the two old men and said, "Grandpa, Second Grandpa, you two don't need to worry. Grandpa's legs and feet are very agile, and he has a child with him, so he won't fall."

The old man nodded repeatedly, "You two are so old and confused that you don't have the brains to clear the field with your great-grandson's wife."

To clear the field means to make it clear.

The two sons were helpless and remained silent.

I’m eighty-seven years old, and I still get scolded by my dad… How happy I am.

But, great-grandson's wife???
Luo Shaoan originally wanted to call her grandma, but now he didn't dare to do so because the generations were a bit confusing.

While I was thinking about it, the old man started to do something weird again.

He squatted down and pulled open the kid's cotton pants, pinched his little hair, and said happily, "Catch a cow~~"

The little baby started crying.

The aunt was helpless. She quickly picked up the baby and coaxed him, while sighing and shaking her head at the old man.

The old man smiled awkwardly and stood up silently...

(End of this chapter)