While the family was about to rest on their own after eating, the grandmother limped to the courtyard with a new cane.

Since her father ruined the lottery, she has rarely come here. Even if she wants to come, I believe that the grandfather will stop him.

When my father saw the grandmother coming, he got up and found a small chair for the grandmother to sit down.

"Grandma, is there anything wrong with you coming to our house so late?"

The grandmother put the crutches aside and gasped:

"Minfeng, your aunt called and said, "Your way to borrow money from her place or not. She told me a lot, but when I heard this, I asked me to ask if you have anything to do, what's going on?"

My father turned his head and looked at the wall and replied to the grandmother:

"Haha, what else is going on? I originally wanted to go to their place to borrow some money to do some business. My aunt didn't show me a good look when I went there. A Xin also pretended to be very enthusiastic. As soon as I heard me say, I would never lend it to death."

"That's business?"

The father turned his head and looked at the grandmother:

"You don't understand even if you tell me. Anyway, A Xin must know about doing business over the years."

"Listen to me, Minfeng, I know your aunt. You know what kind of person A Xin has been like since childhood. Your family was developed before and helped their family a lot. They are not the kind of ungrateful person. A Xin told me that he didn't lend you money for your own good. Besides, if you really want to borrow as you said, would they not lend it?"

My father snorted coldly:

"You can't see if you are ungrateful? You are obviously afraid that if I have money, you will steal the limelight. If you don't give me, you won't give me. You'll call you in a hypocritical way and ask me if I have anything to do. I tell you, it's okay if you don't lend this money. Don't expect me to call me in this life."

The grandmother sighed and did not continue to answer. The father also took his mother upstairs and said that he didn't want to continue chatting.

Grandma was alone at the dining table, lowering her head and tidying up the dishes. In grandma's impression, Grandma has always been a fierce woman, and no one can act cruelly in front of her, but the sadness and helplessness in Grandma's eyes at this moment even made Grandma feel a little pitiful. Looking up at the starry sky, it seemed that all the sadness would be taken away by these flickering gadgets.

She picked up the crutch and wiped the dust on it, and walked alone on the way home with the nightfall on her back, leaving no words for her grandmother. Since that incident, the two of them have no interaction anymore. When they met, the grandmother lowered her head and did not dare to say anything.

In fact, every woman is afraid of the night, but no one knows how many ups and downs the grandmother has experienced in her life. These so-called fears have long been numb in her heart.

But this night is destined to be unable to calm down.

...

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl secretly ran to the melon field and saw a melon-looking man lying on a recliner resting on a recliner. She deliberately rotated the recliner over and asked the melon farmers to face the small pond, and then ran aside secretly.

"Dad! Someone is stealing melons!"

The man lying on the recliner was frightened when he heard the little girl's words and stood up quickly. Before he could curse, he fell into the pond and thumped.

“Hahahahahaha.”

Hearing the familiar laughter in the corner, the melon farmers realized that they were being played with by their naughty daughter.

"Daughter, why are you here to play with your father again? You have to scold me again if your mother sees it."

The little girl turned around and smirked at her father twice, then jumped home.

This little girl was the grandmother of childhood. Her hometown was quite peaceful at that time. She had two sisters, a younger brother, her father was an honest melon farmer, her mother was a hardworking woman, and her family was still quite happy.

At that time, education was not popular. Girls had to marry when they grew up, and boys had to farm when they grew up. No matter whether they had money or not, there was no so-called love at that time. As long as their daughter could marry out and exchange for two pigs, it was worth it.

The grandmother knew in her heart that she would get married in a few years, and she didn't know whether the person she married looked good or not, whether she would care about herself, and how many children she would have in the future.

While his young brother and sister were still playing by the field, the eldest daughter had already begun to think about how she would be married.

My father is a useless person. He can't let himself wear gold and silver when he gets married. So he can learn from the fabric his mother bought from the market to knit a beautiful dress for himself, and wait for the day he got married with his wishful husband. This was how the grandmother thought at that time.

But not long after, many soldiers in yellow military uniforms entered their hometowns, and their younger brother died in this bloody war. The only boy in the family disappeared, which means that the lineage was broken. My father never complained, and even happily said that this was a sacrifice when his younger brother was buried. I don’t know how many pigs and chickens he would get for my father when he got married with his younger sister, but how many chickens he could get, but how many can he change, after all, this is the only one I can leave for my parents.

These people fought for a long time, but after the yellow-clothed soldiers occupied it, they were stable for a while. My father found someone's family, who was a landlord in the old days, but later he defeated the soldiers, and his family was a little more wealthier than now. He raised a few pigs and a circle of chickens and ducks.

My father exchanged himself for two pigs, three chickens and one duck. To put it nicely, that's called a bride price, and to put it ugly, that's called a price.

My husband is a broom-mugging man, and he has two brothers, one brother and the other. The brother is a very steady person, and the younger brother is a very gentle person. The only one is his husband a bad temper. Fortunately, his father-in-law is nice to him. Many times when his husband wants to beat me to death, he saved me.

Later, I gave birth to two daughters and two sons for my husband, one more than my mother, and all four children grew up smoothly. Later, I came out and renovated my hometown very well. The people in the village were not as poor as before. The eldest son made a lot of money, and the second son also became a village official. The eldest daughter married and the younger daughter married a very far away, but she lived a good life.

But what I care most about among these sons is the eldest son. He has a son. When my grandson grew up, he built a big house. It was very grand. I had never seen the surrounding villages before. My wife and I were very proud.

Later, my grandson also found a wife, but the eldest son lost all the money. Now my eldest son's family has changed from having money to having no money, and my grandson...

...

He was holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and poked the ground with a bamboo pole in his hand. He heard a man in his ear as if he was muttering something. He turned around and found an old man lying by the river.

"Yo, lost soul."

Over the years, it has been rare to see the soul. If you want to make a soul lose, you must be a ghost or a mage who has been practicing for many years. However, seeing how this old man looks now, these two are different.

Hai discovered the crutches in the old man’s hand:

"Hi, am I lucky today or what? Why did I meet this thing? It seems that there is a way to give the old bald man a favor this time."

Hai took off his sunglasses, put the bamboo pole aside, sat down cross-legged, and put his hands together.

"I am a sect in the underworld, summoning the soul to quickly return to himself, and order."

Hai opened his eyes, and his two dark faces made his originally handsome face very terrifying, and a little bit of faint purple light emanated from his eye sockets.

In his eyes, he saw the soul wandering on the river and returned to the body of the grandma obediently.

Hai closed his eyes, put on sunglasses, picked up the crutch from the grandmother's hand, and lowered his head in her ear:

"Miss, I've helped you, but I'll take this thing away first, and exchange it for another thing. I'll leave this bamboo pole for you to use it for the time being."

When the grandmother woke up, she found herself lying by the river alone. The newly bought crutch turned into an inconspicuous bamboo pole.

...

Hai looked at the crutch in his hand. The dragon head was in front and the dragon body was wrapped on the crutch. The dragon head was made very exquisitely, just like something that the king could only use a long time ago.

I still remember that this was a gift from my father, and he liked it very much, but one day, a thief stole such a thing from him. My father was very angry and punished him hard. At that time, we had no conflicts. I later saw this thing in a place, but at that time he was in the hands of a person who even I could not fight against. Now I have helped him get it back, hoping that he could make him laugh in front of me, even if that was the case.

Hai walked to the entrance of a dilapidated temple, inside, a young monk sat in the courtyard, closing his eyes and resting.

"Old bald donkey, I've brought this thing for you. I can't get it in this ghost place, so you can get it yourself."

Hai put the crutch at the entrance of the temple and hid in the dark and watched secretly.

The young monk walked out of the temple and saw the crutch that Hai placed on the ground. He bent down and picked up the thing he was no longer familiar with, gently stroked the crutch with his hands, just like he did to his own children.

The monk remembered the story from a long time ago, and finally closed his eyes and shed tears of longing.

After so many years, my worldly relationship has not yet come true. No matter how many years I have practiced or how much cultivation I have, this story is engraved in my heart like a mark and can never be erased.

"Hai, thank you."

Before closing the door, Hai saw a smile that he hadn't seen for so many years.

...

"Old man, old man, open the door. I'm back, come and open the door quickly."
Chapter completed!