He used Lou Xiao'e's money to support everyone in the yard, and also advised Lou Xiao'e to be generous.
Without Sha Zhu, the blood bag, in this era, there is no possibility of building a happy home.
The relationship between Sha Zhu, Yan Fugui and Liu Haizhong is not very good now.
Plus there is the Qing Dynasty.
It is naturally impossible for him to provide for others in their old age.
As soon as Wang Jianjun walked into the gate of the courtyard, he saw an old man with a hunched back who was tremblingly sorting some empty bottles.
"Second uncle!"
Wang Jianjun recognized Yan Fugui and greeted him.
But Yan Fugui seemed to be a little hard of hearing, and he didn’t hear Wang Jianjun’s call.
"Second uncle, it's me."
Wang Jianjun raised his voice.
Yan Fugui was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked back, and said in surprise:
"It's...it's you! Jianjun!"
There was something fishy about Yan Fugui's words.
As he is old, he has few teeth left in his mouth and looks very old.
After all, he is already 90 years old.
"It's me, Second Uncle. How have you been these years?"
Wang Jianjun handed over the bag of snacks he had bought.
He and Yan Fugui had some friendship, so they just chatted when they met.
"I'm old, I'm hard of hearing and my eyesight is blurry. I couldn't have heard you if you hadn't spoken louder just now."
Maybe people become more nostalgic as they get older.
Yan Fugui was very excited when he saw Wang Jianjun and started chatting with him.
But he had no interest in the bag of snacks given by Wang Jianjun.
If it had been in the past, his eyes would never have left the dessert for a moment.
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