"What's so strange about this? I ran from my home to the Northwest to join the army at the age of fifteen. I stayed there for half my life, and naturally spoke in this tone."

Old Yin looked around and muttered with emotion, "But I still remember this yard very clearly. I often played here when I was a child."

Suddenly he remembered something, and he turned his head and asked Wu Bijun, "Is your grandfather named Wu Xiangui?"

Wu Bijun nodded and said in surprise: "Do you know my grandfather?"

"Why don't you know each other? They grew up wearing open crotch pants and playing with them."

Old Yin smiled: "But don't think too much, I have no relatives with your family. At that time, this place was not called Lao Wu Lane, nor was there a surname Wu. Your grandfather and a group of tribe members later fled to famine from other places, so they lived in my house as a long-term worker. Your grandfather Wu Xiangui was still my book boy."

"Long-term worker? It turns out that your ancestors were once rich?" Song Che laughed.

"Absolutely, my dad was a landlord, and he was a prestigious gentry in Yunzhou back then."

Old Yin raised his head a little arrogantly, pointed to the courtyard and the next to him, and said, "This, and that are all my houses back then. Later, I entered a school in a big city and accepted the revolutionary ideas of the proletariat. I went home and clamored for the revolution. As a result, my father took a stick and got together. Later, when I was angry, I sneaked out and went to northern Shaanxi to join the army... By the way, your grandfather secretly let me out at that time, otherwise I might not have been today. Well, that's about it."

“………”

The yard fell into a long silence.

The bloody smell that had just spread out suddenly faded away with the night wind.

Through his brainstorming, Song Che vaguely imagined a young man with high spirits and resolutely gave up his superior landlord's son's life in order to save the people in the fire and went to the loess slope in the northwest to sing the marches of the Volunteer Army.

"Then why can you... be buried here for the people of Grandpa Bijun?" Song Che's gossip flames also ignited.

"You want to take over the magpie's nest, right?"

Mr. Yin smacked his lips, and his face couldn't help but sigh, "Later, the revolution was successful. Isn't it popular across the country to fight landlords and divide land? My family was divided up, and those with foreign surname Wu became the new owners here."

"..." Wu Bijun's face also changed, and she was indescribably embarrassed.

Judging from this situation, it turned out that her grandfather occupied the family’s ancestral home...

"Mr. Yin, this is all the grudges of the previous generation. Besides, it was a special period. Decades have passed. You are living a very comfortable life now. Besides, if Bijun's grandfather had not helped you join the revolution, you might have to be beaten down with you..." Song Che was a little worried that Mr. Yin would settle the old accounts when he came back to find his ancestral home.

But if you don’t get along, you will become the scapegoat.

"Okay, can I be such a narrow-minded person in your eyes?"

Old Yin rolled his eyes and sighed, "As you said, these are all caused by a special period, and they are not good at others. Moreover, this little girl's grandfather's family is still very loyal to my family. No matter what they did back then, they are more involuntary."

"I knew my dad was beaten down and I wanted to come back, but my dad asked someone to stop me, saying that I finally made great achievements and never miss my future. You also know that at that time, political elements should be paid attention to people who knew that I was the son of a landlord's family, and my military status might not be preserved. Besides, I was an inconspicuous soldier at that time, and this matter was revealed. However, when I thought of my dad falling ill and buried, I could not come back to respect filial piety, and I still feel at ease."

"I heard what you said, I remembered that when I was a child, my grandfather would go to the suburbs to pay homage to a tomb named Yin. Could it be..." Wu Bijun hesitated.

"That's right. I found out a few years ago that when my dad left, your grandfather helped him bury him. For this reason, he was also implicated. I guess he was targeted in those years." Old Yin said: "It's a pity that my background was also dug out, and I buried my head in the wilderness to plant trees and transform them. It was beyond the reach. In this regard, I owe you my family."

"Don't say that, it's because our family owes you." Wu Bijun waved his hand quickly.

Speaking of this, no matter how confused she was, she guessed how prominent the old man in front of her should be.

"Since this house is your ancestral home, I will talk to my mother later and give it to you." Wu Bijun said aggrievedly. Although he was reluctant, it was always right to return the property to the original owner, not to mention that ordinary people like them do not have the qualifications to bargain.

"What are you thinking about? My ancestral home has been demolished, rebuilt by you. Why are you going to come back?"

Mr. Yin smiled angrily and said, "By the way, where is your mother?"

"Calling with neighbors next door."

"Then I'll go over and join in the fun, too."

Boss Yin waved his hand and said, "By the way, I will talk to them about the demolition. After all, I am a half-old native. I still have some say in the future development here."

Wu Bijun looked at Song Che hesitantly.

Song Che handed her a reassuring look, "You should accompany Mr. Yin first, I will go there after I finish the snake."

Now that he learned about the origin of Mr. Yin and Wu Bijun's family, Song Che is also willing to create an opportunity for Wu Bijun to "climb high and build noble".

If we can really get along with Mr. Yin, at least Wu Bijun and his daughter will have a protective umbrella in the future and will not suffer any unfair grievances.

At this time, Hua Rong, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "Old Chief, can I stay and give Dr. Xiao Song a blow?"

"I just discovered that you seem to be quite interested in this snake." Old Master Yin.

"I'm not interested, but Xiaoshuang is interested." Hua Rong replied: "At that time, out of novelty, I picked up the blue snake from Daxinganling. Xiaoshuang liked it very much when she saw it. Unfortunately, the snake died at that time and could only be made into a specimen. In the past few years, she has been thinking about finding a living one."

"That girl, that's all these nerds!" Old Yin lowered his face and said, "I declare in advance that if that girl dares to spend millions to buy such things, she will not enter my door in the future!"

Huarong agreed with a wry smile.

After the group went to the next door, Hua Rong thought for a while, took out his cell phone and asked, "Can I take a picture of the process of your surgery on the snake?"

"casual."

Song Che didn't know who Xiaoshuang was in Huarong's mouth, but since he was so interested, he let him turn on the video recording function of his phone and shoot the whole process.

Song Che picked up the scalpel from the Formalin and sighed at the Cuiqing Snake waiting to be slaughtered on the cutting board, "Brother Snake, you have heard it. Grandpa Bijun sent someone to a revolution, but he did not forget his kindness after he succeeded and became famous. When one day you become a rich snake worth millions, you must not forget my goodness."
Chapter completed!