59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Chapter 551 The Son is Stronger than His Father

In order to prevent the four little ones from talking nonsense, the old lady personally watched them in the study, and Zhang Haixing was also pulled here to chat with her.

Fortunately, there were melon seeds, so the two of them were not bored.

Chen Li is a person who can't sit still. She doesn't like melon seeds very much. Her dream of following her biological father and mother to eat a bite of "bone meat" was shattered, so she had to drag her brothers to go driving together.

Chen Feng gave them a lot of frosted peanuts.

"Beep beep beep, grandma, am I driving well?"

The old lady sat at the bedroom door, holding a cigarette in her hand, nodding with a smile.

"Okay, okay, my granddaughter is going to drive a car in the future."

“I want to drive a train!”

Chen Li was arrogant and said in a simulated train voice: "Woo woo woo, hurry up and sit down, second brother, I'm going to start."

Chen Hao, who was about to climb to the second floor, looked at the cabinets and wooden boxes on the second floor and really wanted to open them and take a look. Zhang Haixiong had been back recently and had given his sister a lot of pocket money.

Zhang Haixing has always been generous to the little girl, giving her even a few cents casually.

Chen Haote hates himself for being a boy!

Since he stopped going to school, Chen Feng stopped getting lunch money, and he rarely went up the mountain for hunting training. He had to spend money on popsicles but had no way to earn any money, so he was very anxious!

"Sister, can you pay for the popsicles tomorrow?"

Chen Li's body stiffened instantly, and the whimpering sound from her mouth stopped.

Let her pay?

She is so poor!

"Er Guo, I'm a child, and children don't have to spend money to buy things."

"No, look, Fatty, Bayi and I take turns buying popsicles. You also have a share and should pay for them." Chen Hao had no intention of letting this "little rich woman" go.

"I have no money, Erguo, I am very poor."

Chen Li touched her pocket and found the tip money that Zhang Haixing gave her to buy paper after school.

It’s not much, not much, just 30 cents, which can buy three fruit-flavored popsicles at 10 cents, or ten sweet water popsicles.

"I don't believe it. Master must have given you a lot of change."

"It's not much, sister, I'm right."

Chen Li called Zhang Haixing for help.

Zhang Haixiong was reading a handwritten copy of the "Barefoot Doctor Manual", which the old lady had rewritten when she had nothing to do at home.

Hearing the conversation inside, he smiled and said, "Yes, I didn't give the little girl a lot of money."

Now, the little girl was proud!

"Brother, look, I really don't have any money."

"Hehe, wait until I find your money, hehe!" Chen Hao hugged his sister's feet and tickled them.

This fool didn't notice the meaning in Zhang Haixing's words.

I didn't give a lot of money, but I did give it.

And for her it wasn’t a lot, but for a kid, it was a lot!

Hu Bayi and Fatty Wang looked at each other.

It’s confirmed that Chen Hao is a big fool!

"Hehe, I just don't have any money!"

Chen Li retracted her legs. She had already agreed with her sister Zhang Haixing after school that she would buy a gift for Daguo from her, which would be that kind of green stone.

She didn't understand why Chen Feng liked this kind of stone, but since Da Guo liked it, she bought one.

Da Guo must like her more because he feeds her meat every day.

"Xiaohua, the light is too dim, stop reading." The old lady looked at them playing on the bed, then retracted her gaze and looked at Zhang Haixing in the study.

"It's okay, my eyesight is fine."

Zhang Haixing praised: "Your handwriting is really beautiful."

"Haha, no, no. The student with the best calligraphy performance in our class back then was Zeng Xianzhi." The old lady said with a smile.

Zhang Haixing's heart twitched slightly.

The person the old lady was talking about was no ordinary person. He was the direct descendant of Zeng Guofan. However, after going to school, he resolutely betrayed the Zeng family and joined the revolution. Now, Zhang Qiling had to bow his head and salute him whenever he saw him.

"Hunan Women's Normal College is indeed very impressive. Your classmates who are still alive today must be remarkable."

The old lady recalled: "Yes, at that time, there were many revolutionary seeds in our class. Mr. Huang Xing taught physical education, but he left behind the spark of revolution."

Hu Bayi was shocked and asked, "Grandma, the Huang Xing you are talking about, is that the Huang Xing?"

Chen Hao and Fatty Wang don't like reading, but he likes reading, especially miscellaneous books on history, geography, feng shui, etc. He knows a lot about the influential figures in modern history.

He had never heard of Zeng Xianzhi.

But Huang Xing is too famous!

"Yes." The old lady recalled, "But when I was in school, Mr. Huang was no longer in Changsha."

Several people were chatting in the room, while Chen Yulou, Chen Jianjun and his wife, and Chen Jianguo were finally able to have dinner in the kitchen.

Carefully lift the jade plate from the coal stove and place it on the table, placing a wet rag underneath as before.

Although the jade plate dissipates heat quickly, it would be ugly if a burn mark was left on the wooden table.

"Give me some rice. I'm not used to eating only meat." Chen Jianguo took a few bites and started to make trouble.

It’s delicious and very fragrant.

It's just a bit unusual.

The old man was very unhappy with his behavior of causing trouble for his grandson, and snorted coldly: "Why, do you still want to eat mixed rice?"

"Dad, you still understand me." Chen Jianguo said with a smile.

"roll!"

"It's really boring to just eat meat. Jianjun, open a bottle of wine and let's have a drink." Chen Yulou said with a smile. He was a little uncomfortable with this kind of family atmosphere at first, but he got used to it as a loner.

Seeing Chen Jianguo and his brother arguing with each other, I inexplicably thought of the time when I used to argue with my biological father, and every time I did so, he would get so angry that he would curse at me non-stop.

Suddenly I began to understand why my father was always unhappy with me when I was young!

'One is young and hot-tempered and ignorant, the other is too eager to see his son succeed. They could have been friendly with each other, but they ended up hating each other.'

"Yuhu, don't scold Jianguo. He is much better than we were back then."

"Ha ha ha ha···"

Chen Jianguo sat at the dinner table, tilting his head at a thirty-degree angle, and laughed triumphantly.

"Dad, did you hear that? Did you hear that? Uncle said I'm better than you."

Chen Jianguo winked at the old man, and the old man went back to the house to get some health wine in a bad mood, cursing as he walked.

"You want to fly to the sky just because I praise you a few times? You don't even have a grandson, so you still have a lot to learn!"

"No, it was one hundred and one before, how come it has become one in ten thousand now!" Chen Jianguo said unconvinced.

"Hmph, my grandson is making rapid progress!" The old man turned around and said proudly.

Chen Jianguo was speechless!

"Puchi!" Chen Jianjun couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? Do you think you are the same?" The old man said again as he walked out, and this time it was Chen Jianguo's turn to laugh.

"My son is stronger than his father. This is a good thing, a very good thing." Chen Yulou looked at Chen Feng with a smile and said, "The stronger, the better."

A few people were drinking and eating meat, and soon the old man brought a bottle of Xinghuacun.

Judging from the aroma of the wine, it is quite old.

As the younger one, Chen Jianguo poured them some wine, but he saw his older nephew sitting beside them, drinking from a bottle of soda.

Chen Jianguo winked at him and raised the bottle of wine in his hand.

Chen Feng pretended not to see it.

He was unfamiliar with the job of pouring wine and had no experience, so he decided to let his second uncle, who was proficient in this skill, do it for him.

"Dad, can you come a little more?" Chen Jianguo couldn't do anything about him.

"I don't need it, but you two can't drink much. Don't drink too much. We haven't finished the meat yet." The old man reminded his eldest son.

He came back after drinking it.