These words struck a chord with Boss Fu, who immediately put down his chopsticks and pulled his daughter over.
“Awan, you go to the new house with Anning. I’ll talk to the village chief.”
"Okay, you two talk. Dad, that thing is on the table in my room."
Seeing the excitement on Fu Laoda's face, Fu Wan knew exactly what he was up to.
He was just bored and wanted to make the village chief happy!
Upon hearing this, Boss Fu waved his hand to indicate that he understood. Fu Wan suppressed a laugh, took Qin Anning's hand, and went out.
Perhaps because he was not close to his father since childhood, Fu Laoda and Fu Laocunzhang are like biological father and son, always loving and fighting with each other and teasing each other.
When he was a child, Old Fu was often amused by Old Village Chief Fu, and he remembers all of these things.
Seeing that Fu Wan had left, the old village chief could only smile awkwardly and try to appease the eldest brother, Fu.
"Dog Egg, tell me, what good stuff did A-Wan bring back this time?"
Boss Fu snorted and immediately gave a sly smile.
"I can tell you, but that fishing rod that Uncle Fu sold you yesterday, you...you sold it to me?"
Upon hearing this, Village Chief Fu was stunned for a moment, then glared at Boss Fu while puffing out his beard.
"You...you...you little brat, so you were waiting for me here!"
"Otherwise? I had my eye on that fishing rod yesterday, but you were quicker to make your move."
Hehe, now, give it to me!
Village Chief Fu was a little reluctant to part with them. Grandpa Fu was a few years older than him, and every fishing rod he made was one less available.
Unfortunately, in the entire village and even the surrounding area, only Grandpa Fu makes the best fishing rods, and many people from other villages come here to buy them.
The supply couldn't meet the demand, so much so that people in our own village were fighting over it, let alone those in other villages.
Moreover, Grandpa Fu is an honest and stubborn old man. When villagers come to him to buy fishing rods, he only charges them about 80 cents as a service fee if they find them agreeable.
Yesterday, Grandpa Fu made his last fishing rod of the year. He happened to run into him and happened to have more than half a pack of cigarettes in his hand, so he swapped the fishing rod with Grandpa Fu.
Little did they know that Boss Fu had also set his sights on this fishing rod.
Hmph, he bought the fishing rod and hasn't even had a chance to use it yet, and now he has to give it away. Isn't that just making him feel bad?
But he wasn't allowed to go out, and the thief wouldn't tell him what Awan had brought back. Oh dear, he was also feeling terrible.
If he goes back like this, he definitely won't be able to sleep at night.
That brat Fu is abusing the elderly!
Old Village Chief Fu was conflicted, his expression changing repeatedly, while Old Man Fu watched from the side with amusement.
When Ye Xiaocui and Fu Ming finished cleaning up in the kitchen, they saw Fu Laoda and Fu Laocunzhang sitting there doing nothing, and they couldn't help but mutter to themselves.
"You didn't even pour the village chief a cup of hot water when he came. You don't know how to be a good head of the household."
After saying that, she went to get a bowl and poured a bowl of hot tea for the village chief. There was still some tea that Fu Wan had bought earlier at home, so she thought for a moment and put some in as well.
"Uncle Village Chief, have some tea."
"Oh, no need, no need."
Village Chief Fu hurriedly declined, but his nose was faster than his eyes, and he immediately smelled the aroma of the tea. Only then did he see the tea leaves at the bottom of the bowl, and then he couldn't bear to push it back.
Wow, this tea isn't some cheap, broken tea leaves; it smells like good stuff.
Xiao Cui has already brewed it; if he doesn't drink it, wouldn't that be a waste?
Having lived through the famine years, Village Chief Fu couldn't stand waste.
He immediately took the bowl of tea back to himself, turned to Ye Xiaocui and smiled, "Thank you so much, Xiaocui. You're so kind, unlike this brat who doesn't know how to respect his elders at all!"
"You're too kind. Everyone knows to respect the elderly. The other day at the beach, if it weren't for me, would you have been able to pull that fish up?"
Old Master Fu wouldn't tolerate him. There was another reason why he wanted to buy Old Village Chief Fu's fishing rod: the old man was still unwilling to admit his age and would follow them fishing at the beach whenever he had free time.
At such an advanced age, and with the strong winds at the beach, if you catch some kind of illness from the wind, wouldn't that be a real ordeal?
So Liu San Niang secretly spoke to Boss Fu and his group several times, telling them not to go fishing with Village Chief Fu, but the old man was one who could endure loneliness.
It's good that you guys aren't fishing with me, at least no one's competing with me for the fish's bites!
Old Village Chief Fu knew all about these things, but he was just pretending to be naive. A fisherman is a fisherman; if he doesn't bring back some fish, can he still be called a fisherman?
If you can't go out to sea, and you can't fish, what's the point of living?
Thinking of this, Village Chief Fu picked up his tea and took a small sip. "Damn, this tea is really something else. It's not bitter at all, and it's even a little sweet!"
"Hmm...good tea!"
Although Village Chief Fu is old, he still has a quick mind.
He put down his teacup and immediately had a new idea.
"I'll sell you the fishing rod, but you can also give me some tea."
He pushed the teacup in front of him. "I want this kind."
With the Lunar New Year approaching, I'll get some tea to take home; it'll make a good impression when I entertain guests!
If he can't save either fishing rod, he'll go back to Grandpa Fu's place after the New Year to buy another one.
Fu Laoda sighed and turned to Ye Xiaocui, who was watching the scene unfold, and asked, "Wife, do we still have this kind of tea at home?"
"Yes, this is what Ah Lin picked up from the mountain. My sister-in-law dried and roasted it and brought over a big bag of it. Uncle Village Chief, do you like it? I'll pack some for you later!"
Wait, it wasn't Awan who bought it?
Forget it, the ones I picked myself tasted even better. He wasn't just agreeing to save face.
"Okay, I'll sell you the fishing rod too. Now tell me quickly, what did Awan bring back?"
He was so anxious!
Seeing that he didn't seem to be trying to coax him, Boss Fu got up and went to the inner room.
When Village Chief Fu saw that the young man had finally moved, he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead. This action amused Ye Xiaocui and Fu Ming, who were standing nearby.
"Village Chief, you're sweating in this freezing weather. Are you afraid of my father?"
"Go away, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm not afraid of him!"
If he hadn't wanted to find out what Fu Wan had brought back, would he have been so manipulated by Boss Fu?
Village Chief Fu stared longingly at the doorway of the inner room. Old Master Fu was efficient and returned with the wooden box in less than a minute.
When the old village chief Fu saw this, his heart skipped a beat. How could it be a wooden box? Had he guessed wrong?
But he asked Boss Fu Wan a few days ago if she had gone to do something for the organization, and the kid didn't deny it.
Old Master Fu placed the teacup belonging to Old Village Chief Fu far away, wiped the table, and then opened the wooden box.
Seeing his actions, Village Chief Fu also stood up solemnly.
Fu Laoda untied the rope on the scroll and then handed it to Fu Lao Village Chief with both hands.
"Uncle Village Chief, please open it and take a look!"
A thousand thoughts flashed through the mind of the old village chief Fu before he slowly unfurled the scroll.
Pillars of the nation, boundless courage!
The old village chief's hands trembled instantly, and after seeing the signature, he burst into tears.
The ancestors of the Fu family, their village has truly produced a promising young man!
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