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

Zhang Youzhi’s wife, grandpa, was an orphan adopted by Zhang Xiaoan.

He was given the surname Zhang and his bloodline, and treated him as his own son.

Teach him business and help him get married and have children.

After hundreds of years of development, the Zhang family has become one of the largest families in the world today.

More people, more money, more rules.

Especially in terms of ancestor worship.

Every year on Zhang Xiaoan's birthday, Zhang Youzhi would find him and kowtow to him no matter where he was.

"It's rare that you have always maintained this filial piety." Zhang Xiaoan waved his hand: "I won't have to kowtow today. Just say a few words of blessing."

Zhang Youzhi looked serious, turned sideways and raised his hands and said: "Yunsun Zhang Youzhi, I wish my ancestor to ascend as soon as possible!"

"Lend your auspicious words."

"..."

"..."

After there was silence in the car for a while, Zhang Xiaoan asked, "Is there anything else? If nothing happens, I really should go."

"Uh..." Zhang Youzhi hesitated.

"Don't be hesitant, just call me ancestor and just tell me if you have something to say."

"Ancestor, I heard that a wealthy daughter has been pestering you recently, um... do you want me to help you solve it?"

Oh shit!

After all, I still let this grandson know.

Zhang Xiaoan blushed and quickly turned his head to look out the car window: "No, I will solve my own problems."

"Okay, I understand, ancestor."

"Well... I'm already so old. You don't have to keep an eye on my life from now on. It's very rude of you." Zhang Xiaoan had a headache when he thought about what happened with Fang Moxuan.

Having a sunset love affair at such a young age makes me feel ashamed in front of the younger generation.

Zhang Xiaoan's light and emotionless words made Zhang Youzhi break into a cold sweat on the spot.

He quickly explained: "Ancestor, I didn't mean to jail you, I just care about you..."

Zhang Xiaoan raised his hand to interrupt him and said: "I know you are filial, and I don't mean to blame you. Well... anyway, don't pay too much attention to me in the future, just give me a little freedom."

"Yes, Yuzhi understands."

outside the car.

The driver was sitting by the river, holding the phone to his ear and whispering to the phone with a cigarette in his right hand:

"The two of them were chatting in the car... Understand, I will find an opportunity to verify whether he is the old man's illegitimate son... Don't worry, Brother Ren, medical evaluation is very advanced now, I know what to do... Then let's do this first , the old man called me."

The driver hung up the phone, put his phone in his pocket, walked back to the car, looked at Zhang Xiaoan who had disappeared into the car at an unknown time, and asked for a moment, "Mr. Zhang, when did he leave?"

"Have you finished the phone call with Huairen?" Zhang Youzhi asked with no expression on his face.

"Mr. Zhang, I..."

"You don't need to explain. I'm old and no longer useful."

The driver looked at Zhang Youzhi's calm face, his heart was beating fast and his calves were spinning.

"Mr. Zhang..."

"Let's drive." Zhang Youzhi sat on the seat without being angry and intimidating, which invisibly gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Compared with the submissive look in front of Zhang Xiaoan just now, he was completely different.

……

at dusk.

Zhang Xiaoan walked on the desert road towards his residence.

The Zhang family has a rule.

It’s just that only the current generation’s helmsmen know Chang Hsiao-an’s true identity.

Passed down from generation to generation, confidentiality is done very well.

therefore.

In order to be able to practice with peace of mind, Zhang Xiaoan almost never lived with the Zhang family. Most of the time, he wandered alone and integrated into urban life as a young man.

His residence in Sanjiang City is located in the suburbs. It is an ordinary private house far away from the urban area and has a very ordinary environment.

It was what he called the Little Taoyuan.

Zhang Xiaoan used the key to unlock the door and walked into the yard.

I haven't been back for a few days, and the yard is already overgrown with weeds.

It's also miraculous.

As long as there are people living in the house, it will not get any worse if it is not repaired for ten or eight years.

Once no one lives in it, it will become dilapidated in less than three years.

"No matter when the time comes, there must be someone in the family to be popular!" Zhang Xiaoan sighed as he stretched.

Fortunately, with God's blessing, it has rained twice in the past few days. Not only did the vegetables in the vegetable garden not die from drought, but they grew better.

There are two brick houses, a vegetable garden, and in the pool under the wall there is a green-shelled tortoise fished out of the river by Zhang Xiaoan in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

This is the small home where Zhang Xiaoan lives all year round and can never change his fortune. It is also the paradise in his heart.

He first came to the pool and said hello to the old man, then walked into the house, took off the Vacheron Constantin from his wrist and hid it in the box.

Then he put on a pair of cheap clothes, took farm tools and started weeding in the yard and tidying up the vegetable garden.

Just like an ordinary person, living a very ordinary life.

until evening.

After Zhang Xiaoan tidied up the outside of his home, he rolled out a mountain bike from the warehouse, locked the door and rode towards the city, preparing to purchase a batch of daily necessities.

……

It takes about 15 minutes to ride to the city. There are not many cars on the road, and it takes almost a few minutes to see one.

Just when Zhang Xiaoan was whistling and in a good mood, a pink modified Wrangler broke into his sight.

Zhang Xiaoan slowed down the car and followed the Wrangler with his eyes.

He had seen a modified Wrangler before, but this was the first time he had seen one modified in pink.

And he always felt that this modification style was very similar to that of an...acquaintance he knew.

Inside the Wrangler.

Fang Moxuan wore a Bluetooth headset and said to her best friend on the phone while driving: "I know what you mean, I just can't swallow this breath. There are so many people chasing after me, why did he hook me and then walk away?" People!"

"We have been together for more than a year!"

"Sister Bingqing Yujie, how could I be with him... Okay, I admit that I have some feelings for him, but he disappeared before I could make a move... Don't worry, I will stick to the bottom line... Get out! You He’s the old gangster, I’m not old!”

"Wait a minute!"

Looking out of the windshield, at the figure standing up and pedaling a bicycle against the breeze, Fang Moxuan's voice suddenly became excited:

"I won't tell you anymore, baby, I saw that scumbag, wait until I kill him and then I'll call you!"

Fang Moxuan threw the phone on the back seat. Looking at Zhang Xiaoan who had already turned around and turned back, she gritted her teeth and stepped on the accelerator as hard as she could.

"boom!"

The engine rotated rapidly and roared, and the car body rushed out like a wild horse that had escaped from stiffness.

"Smear it! It can happen to you!"

Zhang Xiaoan knew that Fang Moxuan had been looking for him, but he never thought that he would meet him in a place like this.

He was so panicked that he completely lost his former unique style.

He swore a curse word, pedaled his bicycle like a lost dog and ran away like a madman. The two rims were almost smoking due to his pedaling.

"Buzzing..."

Listen to the roar of the engine getting closer and closer.

Zhang Xiaoan immediately jumped off the bicycle, turned around, bent his knees and knelt on the ground regardless of the image, put his hands together on his chest and shouted at the Wrangler: "Sister Xuan, I was wrong, I'm sorry!!!"

"squeak!"

Fang Moxuan slammed on the brakes, and the Wrangler slid forward for several meters. The tires rubbed against the ground, causing a burnt smell to fill the air.

When the Wrangler stopped, the headlights were only two inches away from hitting Chang Xiaoan's face!

"call……"

Zhang Xiaoan breathed a sigh of relief and secretly thought that he was in danger, he almost hit the Wrangler and destroyed it...