Cang Zhu is always hoarding food

"Elder, Aunt Ji said you won't be back until tomorrow, why did you come back so soon?" Cang Zhu asked the patriarch while holding his hand.

"What do you think?" The patriarch laughed but said nothing.

Cang Zhu reacted, and snorted: "That sycophant, Xiao Guozi, I just came in on the front foot, and he reported to you on the back foot?"

"What a sycophant," the patriarch patted him on the head again; "Xiao Guozi is very obedient, unlike you, who is always disobedient, and the bigger you get, the more unruly you are."

"Oh, elder, don't keep patting me on the head, Jianguo is here..."

The patriarch turned his head and smiled at Wang Jianguo: "Mr. Wang is very dignified, so he didn't show any fright."

Wang Jianguo thinks the word dignified is really complicated.

"Speaking of which, the elder is really serious, he will come back when he comes back, why is he still using this kind of magic?" Cang Zhu complained, "I put a spell on Jianguo, and it felt like he was fixed in one place, so I was shocked. "

Wang Jianguo thought to himself, no wonder just now he felt that no matter how far he walked, the distance did not change. It turned out that the man cast the spell.

The patriarch smiled again: "It's just that I happened to meet Mr. Wang, so I wanted to chat."

Wang Jianguo remembered his last words, and secretly figured out what his last interrupted words were.He wants Cang Zhu to be the next patriarch, who knows, who knows what?

Wang Jianguo was puzzled and thought about going back to ask Cang Zhu at night.

Cang Zhu didn't realize it, and happily pulled the patriarch's sleeve to tell him what he had seen and heard about going out this time.It has been a long time since he left the mountain this time, and all he saw was new to him. The patriarch was the closest person to him since he was a child, and he was like a family member. Naturally, he wanted to share everything with him.

Cang Zhu talked about living in Wang Jianguo and being introduced to work by Wang Jianguo's friends, paused, and asked the patriarch in a low voice: "Elder, isn't Jianguo good?"

The patriarch looked at his appearance, as if he would get angry if he said something bad, so he nodded: "Yes, you look very calm, which just makes up for your rashness."

"Then what did Ah Yu say?" Cang Zhu asked after turning the corner for a long time.

"Well...Xiao Yu said that you found a very reliable partner."

"Ah Yu will say something reliable? Elder, don't lie to me." Cang Zhu was a little skeptical, Hu Zhiyu had always been sluggish, and he didn't necessarily say something like a slip of the tongue.

The patriarch tilted his head and thought about it. He was young, and he had a kind of leisurely and elegant charm on his body. It was natural to make such a cute gesture, and it didn't violate the slightest; "Well, he also said..."

"What?" Cang Zhu's eyes widened.

"He said," the patriarch said in Hu Zhiyu's lazy tone: "This little guy is really lucky. Poor Wang Jianguo will be miserable. He picked up such a little ancestor for nothing. Not only does he offer food every day, he still has to pay for it." Serving Sansao, pitiful!"

Wang Jianguo laughed while listening.

Cang Zhu was stunned for a moment, and found that the patriarch was not joking, but that Hu Zhiyu really said so. He was embarrassed and unconvinced, and held back for a long time before saying: "I helped Jianguo stock up a lot of food, and I have never been hungry."

Wang Jianguo smiled at him: "Yes, Xiaoshu is very capable. He still has a job, can make money to support his family, and can take care of his family."

Cang Zhu immediately snorted proudly.

Already outside Aunt Ji's house, Cang Zhu said to the patriarch: "Aunt Ji said my place was covered with dust, let Jianguo and I stay at her house tonight, and Jianguo and I will come back tomorrow to greet you."

The patriarch nodded and said goodbye to Wang Jianguo before Shi Shiran left.

After watching him go, Wang Jianguo said to Cang Zhu, "Why didn't you tell me that your patriarch is so young, when you met me in the woods, you thought I was a young man from your village."

Cang Zhu replied: "The elder has always been like this. He has been like this since I can remember, nothing has changed."

"Fortunately, I didn't say the wrong thing, otherwise it would be for nothing that I didn't have a good impression." Wang Jianguo felt a little guilty when he thought about it, this is a serious patriarch.

"I think the patriarch thinks you are very good, and you are very good!" Cang Zhu looked very happy, and asked him again: "What did you chat with the elder?"

"It's nothing." Wang Jianguo followed him into the door and walked in: "I just said something about your past, and I didn't say much. You found it in a few words."

"I used to, I used to have nothing to say, I just practiced and practiced. Now I think it's so far away, like it's someone else's business." Cang Zhu pulled the two of them into it: "Aunt Ji and Uncle Ahuang are in that House, we live here."

Most of the houses in the village are in the shape of a courtyard house. Aunt Ji’s house is a one-story house. The bedroom and living room of Aunt Ji and Uncle Ahuang are in the middle. The kitchen and small warehouse are on the left, and the guests are on the right. Cang Zhu and Wang Jianguo live The house on the right.

Wang Jianguo looked at the house: "I remember going to my grandfather's house when I was a child, and their house looked like this. There are almost no such old houses in the city now, and all of them have been demolished."

"Because our place is far away from human society after all, things from there can't come in naturally." Cang Zhu opened the door and went to light candles by herself: "This kind of candlesticks are still used here, and the village has no electricity, and little fairies often go out I was confused by the outside world, and I never wanted to go back to the village, so now there are many old people and children in the village.”

"Do fairies also yearn for human life?" Wang Jianguo took the matches on the table and helped him light the candlesticks.

"Yes, we will also listen to stories from childhood. There are human beings on the other side of the mountain who die at a hundred years old, but there are lantern festivals and fireworks festivals."

"That's why you run to the world at every turn." Wang Jianguo looked at him.

"Hey, did the elder tell you? In fact, it's not the same as before. At that time, there was no goblin management association, and there was no big difference between the village and the outside, so it's strange that I always want to run out. Now everyone It's not surprising to go out." Cang Zhu lit the candlestick and put it on the table.

Wang Jianguo sat down at the table with him: "I heard from the patriarch that you are very spiritual and you have been transformed early, but I see that there are old people and children in the village?"

"I heard that I was an ordinary hamster from the beginning, not a descendant of a goblin. Most of the old people in the village you saw practiced by themselves. After practicing, they were already old. The human form was like an old man, and the children were all descended from goblins. , so there is a human form at birth, but it has nothing to do with spiritual power." Cang Zhu explained.

"I didn't know until I came here. You are so powerful. What should you do? If you follow me, you may not be able to be the patriarch?" Wang Jianguo wanted to tease him again.

"I didn't want to be the patriarch. Being the patriarch is tiring, and I have to offer sacrifices every day, and I have to do things with other races. I'm so troublesome." Cang Zhu complained: "I don't want to be."

"Or wait until I'm dead, and then..." Before Wang Jianguo could finish his sentence, Cang Zhu pounced on him and covered his mouth.

His eyes were a little red: "Don't say it!"

Wang Jianguo pulled his hand down: "This is what we have to face sooner or later, you..."

"Wow!"

"..."

"Woooo!"

"Okay, I won't talk anymore, don't cry." Wang Jianguo sighed in his heart, and held him in his arms.

Cang Zhu sat in his arms leaning against him, still sobbing.

The author has something to say:

The reason why I have always written the patriarch is because I haven't thought of a good name yet.

Then I saw a word today and thought it was good, so I could write it in the text.