There is already a Zhang Xianfeng who is chatting with my great-grandfather, so there is no need to worry about adding another member of the Li family.

She had always felt that her great-grandfather was too lonely living alone in the mountains, but now he had someone to keep him company.

"We are short of one person. If we have one more, we can have a full mahjong table!" Fang Zongtang sighed as he looked at the three graves.

Song Yi: Goodbye!

Uncle Ming is in this business. Once the money was in place, he prepared everything needed in one night.

In just one morning, the tomb of Li Run, the old man of the Li family, was completed.

After paying homage with the Li family, she chatted with her great-grandfather and brought some treasures for him to appreciate.

"I went back to the mainland a few days ago and found out something. Great grandfather and his descendants will definitely be found soon, don't worry!"

Song Yi called the Li family to the pavilion, leaving Fang Zongtang and Fang Jizong alone.

Fang Jizong also wanted to leave, but his father glared at him and forced him back!

"Ji Zong is not young anymore, I plan to let him learn in the shop slowly. Our family craft cannot be lost in his lifetime!"

"Your friends and your juniors are here to watch over you. You are not alone anymore. I will find someone else to come over some other day and play mahjong for you two!"

"I have an ivory mahjong set, which I have been keeping for you~"

Fang Jizong felt horrified when he heard this. His great grandfather was buried in the ground, and he couldn't talk to his mother. She usually didn't talk much, but why did she talk so much when it came to visiting the grave?

"Don't worry, if Ji Zong doesn't obey, I will definitely not beat him to death."

"I was very measured in my actions!"

Fang Jizong knelt down in front of his grandfather and said: "You must protect me! If she beats me to death, the incense of our family will end in my generation."

…

They didn't leave until it was almost sunset.

As soon as I returned to Laoxingtang, customers came to the store.

Still know each other.

"Fish Ball Man, how come you have time to come to my place today?" The Fish Ball Man sold fish balls in the food area of ​​the small market. She had bought fish balls from his shop several times before.

"Brother Zongtang, I came here this time to ask you for a favor~" The fish ball man put two sticks on the counter.

What's this for? Are you looking for trouble?

"Tell me what happened first." Even if someone was looking for trouble, she was not afraid!

The Fish Ball Man pulled a newspaper out of his apron and pointed to the front page.

"Brother Zongtang, is Laoxingtang in Shenzhen City owned by you?"

Fang Zongtang looked down and saw the Shenzhen Evening News, the newspaper in which Lao Xingtang had donated the antiques.

"I drove it!" she admitted directly and generously.

After hearing this, Yuwan Lao's brows immediately lit up with joy.

"Brother Zongtang, I want to ask you to bring these two fishing sticks to my parents next time you go to the mainland."

So this is what happened. Picking up a stick right at the start would easily lead to misunderstanding.

If it were someone with a bad temper, they would have started fighting by now.

"Are you from the mainland?"

The fish ball man said with red eyes: "I am from Chaozhou. When I was young, I didn't know much. I complained that my family kept asking me to learn how to make fish balls. I quarreled with my family and came out to make a living with a fishing stick. After I came out, I realized how hard life was. When I was in the most difficult time, it was these two fishing sticks at home that supported me. I hated making fish balls, but in the end, I had to make a living by making fish balls. I am too ashamed to go back!"

The man in his forties, who looked like a bear, covered his face and started crying as he spoke.

She quickly looked down at the stick.

It was obvious that something was wrong at first glance.

I tried it twice and found something was wrong.

The stick is covered with a layer of iron, and perhaps because it has been hammered for too long, some of the starch has come off.