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

Chapter 924 917. Six Generations Living Under One Roof
Baked pears?

This is something I have never seen before.

Luo Shaoan asked curiously, "Grandpa, do you like roasted pears?"

"It's not roasting pears, it's making tea. You don't know that."

“How do you make tea with pears?”

Luo Shaoan was curious.

The old man didn't say anything and was very mysterious.

The pears didn't need to be baked for too long. The old man picked them up as soon as they were a little hot. He then took out a small knife from the basket and slowly peeled the skin in circles.

I peeled a small pear the size of a fist five or six times. The peeled skin was thin, long, and neat, and it didn't even break.

The old man is over a hundred years old, and his hands are really steady.

Luo Shaoan thought he didn't have the ability to do that, as he always peeled the fruits vertically, one strip at a time.

The long pear peel was not wasted and was rolled away by the old cow, which swallowed it like noodles.

Then, the old man cut the pear into thin strips, and the pear core also went into the old cow's mouth.

It seems to be a regular snack.

There are more than one.

The little kid, who had just been teased and cried by the catching cow, came running over again, staggering.

He took a pear from the old man and stuffed it into his mouth.

It turns out that I roasted it for him...

At this time, the water in the small pot has also boiled.

The old man threw the remaining pears into the pot to cook, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, picked up the baby and placed him on his lap, wiping the pear juice off his face.

This is dear.

No wonder the little kid likes to follow the old man. He laughed so happily when catching the cow. It turns out he could get delicious food.

People say that generations apart are close to each other, how many generations apart is this?
There was an auntie there before, so I didn’t feel comfortable asking.

Now I can ask.

Luo Shaoan asked cautiously: "Grandpa, he is you..."

The old man held the baby in his arms and shook his legs, saying, "Guess."

It’s easy for other families. One has a white beard and the other has an embrace. You can guess it’s a grandson or a great-grandson. It’s all fine.

How do you guess, old man?

Luo Shaoan curled his lips, "How can I guess that? Give me a hint."

"Okay." The old man agreed readily, "My great-grandson's wife just now is his grandmother."

Wait, let me sort it out.

Luo Shaoan counted on his fingers and muttered, "The great-grandson is the fourth generation, the son is the fifth generation, and the grandson is the sixth generation."

Exclaimed: "You have six generations living under one roof!"

The old man stroked his short beard and pretended to be modest. "We are not from the same family. Living nearby are me, my two sons, four grandsons, three great-grandsons, a great-great-grandson, and this newborn baby. The rest of the younger generation are all out..."

Versailles, too Versailles.

There was also surprise in the live broadcast room.

[It’s rare to have four generations living under one roof, but this old man has six generations living under one roof? ? ? ]

[Is there really six generations? I'm a little confused. Is there anyone who knows how to calculate it for me? ]

[Sorry, I can’t figure out the ethical jokes. I haven’t seen them, so I don’t know.]

[It should be true if you count it up. The grandfather is 106 years old, the son is 87, in another 67 years, the grandson will be 47, the great-grandson will be 27, the great-great-grandson will be 7, the three great-great-grandsons will be years old, and the little kid now looks just over one year old, and some of them are more than years old.]

【Everyone gets married early】

[The great-grandson should be called the great-great-grandson, the great-great-grandson should be the great-great-grandson, what should the three great-great-grandsons be called? ]

[I have never seen it, I don’t know it, even my great-great-grandson is hearing about it for the first time.]

The relationship between generations is too complicated. In short, it is rare for an old man to have six generations living under the same roof, and it is even rarer for six generations to live together.

What a blessing.
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Not only the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't tell the generations.

Luo Shaoan is also calculating his seniority with the old man, but the old man doesn't know what the sixth generation should be called.

Just forget it. The can of tea is boiling again.

The old man held the handle of the pottery jar and tilted it slightly. The dark brown tea soup turned into a thin line and poured into two teacups, just seven-tenths full.

Luo Shaoan and countless other viewers had already figured it out.

The old man's movements under the willow tree, peeling pears, feeding cows, and pouring tea, are all honed over and over again, and he is so familiar with them that they have long since formed muscle memory.

Including holding a baby.

I guess he started hugging his children when he became a grandfather, and then he hugged his great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, and now he has three great-grandchildren.

The tea was poured into a pot, and the old man added water and motioned for Luo Shaoan to drink first.

Luo Shaoan thanked him, picked up the teacup, blew on it gently, and took a small sip.

If it’s too hot, you have to drink it slowly.

Then he turned the cup half a circle, took another sip, turned it half a circle again, and took a third sip.

Then he put down the cup, exhaled a breath of hot air, and praised: "It's sweet, with a pear-like sweetness. Grandpa, is it the custom here to put pears in it?"

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The old man smiled and pointed at himself, "Yes, it is me who set the custom."

You are so arrogant. Habits are just habits. It is the custom you set.

Luo Shaoan chuckled.

The old man pointed at him and said, "Little kid, don't you believe it?"

He picked up a piece of cake, broke it in half, and gave half to Luo Shaoan, as we had agreed.

Then he said with a little pride, "Everyone in the surrounding area has learned how to make pot tea from me. They learn to put the same ingredients as me."

Ah, I overlooked the old man’s age.

The main thing is that he doesn't look like someone over a hundred years old at all.

However, he is really 106 years old and his son is 87 years old.

I'm afraid all my peers are gone.

He is the oldest and most senior person in the area, so whatever he says is the rule, it’s the rule.

He taught me all the rules.

However, the old man then smiled evilly and said, "Why put pears in it? I just like pears."

Pointing to the hillside in the distance, he said, "My eldest son and grandson knew that I loved to eat pears, so they spent 30 years planting pear trees all over the hill. The smallest tree is 40 years old. By the end of April, the whole hill will be covered with beautiful white pear blossoms."

Then he pointed to the foot of the mountain and said, "My great-great-grandson built a few sheds at the foot of the mountain a few years ago. There are also pear trees in the sheds, the short kind. They calculated the season well, so they can bear pears in winter."

As the old man spoke, he couldn't stop feeling proud. What was this? This was four generations of filial children.

Speaking of it still being there, the old man couldn't stop talking.

We also talked about a small river at the entrance of the village.

Go swimming in the river in summer.

Someone scattered a handful of lotus seeds in the river, and a large area of ​​lotus flowers grew.

He pushed a large wooden basin, and in the basin sat his little grandson, picking lotus pods from deep in the lotus pond...

His grandson, that must have been more than 60 years ago.

As they talked, they started talking about their great-grandson.

When I took my great-grandson fishing, the little great-grandson couldn't sit still and insisted on going to the grass nest to pick some downy grass and blow it to play with.

Speaking of hairy grass.

Luo Shaoan saw one nearby.

Like a grilled sausage.

He ran over to pick it up, held it in his hand, stroked it from bottom to top, opened his mouth and blew hard.

Bang~~
What a big pile of fur, floating away.

A breeze blew by, and all of it was blown back onto Luo Shaoan's face.

I couldn't even open my eyes, and I kept saying "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh"
The hair was so light that it was rolled up under the willow tree. There was no way to get a pot of tea. Even the old man was making a sound and scolding, "You naughty boy, you are so naughty."

Even the old cow is unwillingly mooing

Maomao also went into its nostrils...

(End of this chapter)