What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

That night.

In the first hospital of the Medical University.

Fang Moxuan, Yuan Feifei and Qingyue were sitting beside the bed chatting.

Zhang Xiaoan sat aside and glanced at Qingyue with some surprise.

You can't tell that this little girl is quite strong and adjusts her emotions very quickly.

One afternoon passed, and although Qingyue didn't smile much, she looked much better than the half-dead look before.

In fact, it’s normal if you think about it carefully.

Qingyue has been the pillar of the family since she was a child. She has experienced a lot, and her mentality is definitely much stronger than that of her peers.

Extreme thoughts are only temporary. Afterwards, others will give him some advice and wait until the energy subsides.

Zhang Xiaoan wanted to interrupt, but he didn't understand the topic the three women were talking about.

Just as he was racking his brains to find a topic, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He got up and walked out of the ward, picked up the phone and asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Xiao'an, the elder sister you are looking for is so awesome! The old man named Wan has been detained. He..."

Huang Dafa talked a lot on the phone and recounted what happened in Xiaokang Village today.

There is no surprise, Wan Laodeng is in trouble this time.

Because of the porcelain incident, he left a lot of shit at the police station, and his reputation spread all over the country.

This time, he was stuck at home and asked Huang Dafa to record a video for him.

After the interrogation was over, Wan Laodeng directly offered a pair of silver bracelets!

"The police came to talk to me when I left. What they meant was that it would be best for us to mediate privately. If possible, try to leave a way for Lao Wan Tou to survive. After all, he is so old and they are afraid that Lao Wan Tou will die. Inside." Huang Dafa said happily: "Anyway, the initiative is now in our hands!"

"That's fine, you can take care of the rest by yourself. I have to be busy with other things recently, so I won't care about the things at the construction site for now."

"Okay, okay, then go ahead and get busy, Xiao'an. I'll call you if anything happens."

As soon as Zhang Xiaoan hung up the phone, Zhang Qingyang's call came right after.

Yo ho!

Zhang Xiaoan was quite surprised.

He had been so busy in the past few days that he almost forgot about his grandson.

Counting the days, this grandson should be discharged from the hospital.

"Hello, grandson." Zhang Xiaoan answered the phone and blurted out subconsciously.

"I'm living a miserable life now, can you please don't take advantage of me?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"My parents divorced, and the court sentenced me to society. I became an orphan!" Zhang Qingyang roared hysterically.

In fact, he is already an adult who is about to enter his third year of life. Whether his parents divorce or not will not have a great impact on his life.

"Your father and mother divorced? When did it happen?"

"Just today, I went through the discharge procedures and left." Zhang Qingyang said angrily: "They took it out on me for their divorce. They didn't leave me a penny when they left. I don't have any money in my pocket now. Help." Me!"

"Okay, I'm at the First Hospital of the Medical University. You can take a taxi and call me when you get there."

"Can you come pick me up?" Zhang Qingyang asked pitifully on the phone.

"You don't have any legs? Are you a kid and you still have to be picked up?"

"I told you, I don't have any money in my pocket..."

"You are too old to see you fooling around!" Zhang Xiaoan said speechlessly: "Send me your location and wait for me."

……

Nine p.m.

Zhang Xiaoan took Zhang Qingyang home.

Qingyue will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning, and Fang Moxuan will stay in the hospital for the last night.

Tonight, they were the only two elders left in such a big house.

Tonight is also the first time the two of them have sat together and drank together since they have known each other for so long.

Zhang Xiaoan cooked a few dishes, then sat at the dining table and listened to Zhang Qingyang chattering while drinking some wine.

"I'm telling you, Brother An, I finally understand and see clearly now!"

"After leaving home, I am nothing!"

Zhang Qingyang looked dejected. He now understood why a penny could stump a heroic man.

Zhang Xiaoan didn't say much, took out his mobile phone and transferred 50,000 yuan to him.

【ding~】

Looking at the payment information on his phone, Zhang Qingyang raised his head and asked in a confused state: "Are you transferring money to me?"

"I love children, so please accept the money quickly."

"Okay, then I'll lend you the money and deduct it from my salary." Zhang Qingyang was not polite and accepted it with a smile.

"From now on, you can follow me and be my assistant. I will give you a basic salary of five thousand yuan every month."

"Okay." Zhang Qingyang lowered his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said, "I still won't give up!"

"Why don't you give up?"

"I am the most favored member of the Zhang family. I don't believe that my father can still ignore me even though my parents are divorced!"

"Just wait, I'll call my father!"

Zhang Qingyang took advantage of some alcohol, lit a cigarette and stood up.

Zhang Xiaoan reminded from the side: "Can you put out the cigarette? My wife doesn't let me smoke at home."

"Then I'll go make a phone call in the corridor."

Zhang Qingyang picked up the phone, walked to the corridor and dialed Zhang Youzhi's number.

"Dudu... Hello, Yangyang." Zhang Chengquan's voice came from the phone.

Zhang Qingyang was stunned when he heard this. The old man was so gentle today!

"Master, are you awake?"

"You haven't slept yet, what's wrong Yangyang?"

"Uh...I..."

On the phone, Zhang Chengquan asked patiently: "Are you short of money?"

"Anyway, money is a little tight..."

"I'll have someone transfer three million to your account right away. Just wait."

"Dudu..."

Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Zhang Qingyang was stunned.

Why is the old man suddenly so considerate today? The sun is rising from the west? !

……

That night.

Inside the Four Elephants Palace.

Zhang Youzhi was sitting in the rocking chair, flipping through a book about self-cultivation, and reading it with gusto.

After working hard all his life, he felt quite comfortable staying in the Four Symbols Palace.

It's quiet, no one bothers me, except that the surrounding environment is not very good, everything else is good.

"I thought you would be restless here. I think you're quite used to it."

Zhang Youzhi raised his head when he heard the sound and looked at the exact same version of himself in front of him. He closed the book and said with a smile: "Now that you have come, let's make peace with it!"

"Haha, that's right. I like your character, just like our Zhang family!" Zhang Chengquan put the lunch box on the table and said, "I heard that you like to drink beef bone soup, so I made it specially for you."

"Thank you, Uncle Ninth..." Zhang Youzhi had accepted his fate now, but Uncle Ninth's call was still not smooth.

He took the lunch box, opened it and smelled it.

Mmm...it smells good!

"What did you mail to Ancestor?"

Zhang Youzhi just picked up the lunch box and put it back, then asked, "Did Ancestor call you?"

"Yes, he is asking for something from me." Zhang Chengquan said politely: "I don't know what you mailed him. Responding hastily to him will reveal my identity. I can only come and ask you."

Zhang Youzhi pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Chengquan advised: "Xiao Zhi, you have to understand that I have many ways to get the news I want, but I will not use these methods on you, because we are a family, and you Understand?"

"Understood." Zhang Youzhi nodded and said, "What I mailed to my ancestor is a petal of Ghost Face Incense. Ancestor has a friend who has cancer, and he needs Ghost Face Incense to treat his friend's disease."

Zhang Chengquan nodded with satisfaction and praised: "Not bad, good boy!"