The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 262 Waiting for the lover to return

Li Yu walked into the Huangji iron shop.

An old man with gray hair was lying beside him, skillfully repairing the pot in front of him with molten iron, which made Li Yu feel that this skill itself is a rare art.

Repairing pots is an old handicraft at the level of tears in the era. Now that the pot is broken, who will repair it? It doesn’t cost much to buy a piece directly. Only some old people will come to repair this rotten pot out of feelings and feelings. .

"I need to repair the pot and wait a while. The molten iron is almost gone. Why don't I come back tomorrow? If you believe me, you can put the iron pot here. You can get it yourself tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." An old man wearing reading glasses , was repairing the iron pot with a serious face, while speaking lightly, without looking back, concentrating on it.

Li Yu and Li Huan watched quietly as the old man repaired the iron pot in front of him.

Under the skillful hands of the old man, the original dilapidated iron pot was gradually repaired and polished, and it became no different from the original one.
"Old Huang, has my pot been repaired?" An old lady entered the shop and asked familiarly.

"It's fixed, it's fixed, what's the rush, old man, I will keep improving, let's repair this pot, it won't break again in a few years." The old man pushed his reading glasses, and used water to cool down the pot scar in front of him.

"Hehehe, I know that your old Huangtou is good at repairing pots. You are worthy of being a blacksmith from your ancestors. You are great." The old lady took the pot and left happily.

The old man got up and noticed Li Yu and Li Huan. He was a little puzzled and said, "Hello, do you want to repair the pot or buy it? If you buy the pot, you will get it in a week."

"We're not here to repair pots or buy pots, we're here to find the son of a knife maker." Li Yu looked at the old man seriously.

The old man stood up, stretched his waist, tapped his back, and shook his head.

"Come here to find a knife maker? Did you hear some old man bragging that we used to sell knives here? I'm sorry to tell you that there are no knife smiths here, and they have been banned for a long time. Many years ago, I switched to repairing pots. Now Repairing pots is also very difficult."

Knives are controlled items, and private casting of knives is a crime. This is even more so in modern times. Every knife is strictly controlled.

It is a very lucky transition to successfully switch from casting knives to pot repairing. Many people even become useless under the torrent of the times. For example, those who practice martial arts and boxing are almost useless under the power of bullets.

"Times have changed, young man, there are no sons of sword makers here, only children of iron makers."

The old man Huang smiled, turned over his leather apron, sat on the small chair next to him, turned on the radio, and fanned himself with a small fan, with a contented look on his face.

For Li Yu, who didn't come to repair the pot, let alone buy the pot, old man Huang looked happy to see the result, and even brought out a few small chairs for people to sit on.

"I myself forget how long it has been since no one came to sit and sit with me. Come on, come on, you're welcome."

Li Yu didn't shy away either, and found a seat to sit down.

Old man Huang wanted to pour tea, but Xiao Lihuan got ahead of him.

As a junior, Li Huan poured tea and water for everyone.

"Little girl is really good." Old man Huang chuckled, took off his gloves and said, "Little Taoist priest, you said, you are looking for the son of a knife maker? Why are you looking for him?"

"Of course someone is looking for him."

"Let me think about it, when was the last generation of swordsmiths in my family... um." The old man Huang was fascinated, and drifted into the distance: "Oh yes, the last generation of swordsmiths in my family was my grandfather, right? died."

Died a few years ago?

Xiao Li Huan exclaimed in surprise: "Wow! How old is your grandpa, grandpa!"

Although he is a tree demon, the concept of lifespan and the like belong to the cognition of normal human beings. The old man Huang seems to be at retirement age, so his grandfather.
Grandpa's grandpa, how old is that.

"This is also a good story in our village. My grandfather lived to be 118 years old, and he will be 120 years old in two years. It's amazing, but he is a famous long-lived person." Old man Huang seemed very proud and happy, after all, he was so young A big death is called joy and mourning: "The tourism industry here has also become popular because of my grandfather's longevity. It is called Changshou Mountain outside, and Changshou Village. Hehe, my son said it was called a concept hype or something. Many people in our village have benefited from this and made a lot of money."

The old man Huang talked eloquently.

Li Yu listened silently. It seemed that the old man hadn't confide in anyone for a long time, especially the younger generation.

The old man Huang muttered as he recalled the past.

"My grandfather is a bit strange. He seemed to be waiting for someone to come back when he was alive."

"Who are you waiting for, do you know?" Li Yu asked.

"I don't know, I don't think my grandpa knows it himself. Although he is quite old, his head is really confused." The old man Huang said with emotion: "But it's good to be confused. A few years ago, my grandfather was still When he was tough, he kept running up the mountain and running down again. The physical exercise was great. It seemed that he remembered what he was going to do at the beginning, but later on, even he himself didn’t know that he was going up the mountain. What are you doing, just running aimlessly up the mountain, running, and only stopped three days before death, waiting silently."

Li Yu looked at Old Man Huang and said suddenly.

"Pindao has a merciless request?"

"Hmm...? What kind of merciless request." Old Man Huang asked in confusion.

"Can you take Pindao to the tomb of your elders?" Li Yu paused, looked at the girl zombie behind him and said, "I think there is someone who wants to pay homage to him."

"this."

Old man Huang hesitated a little, this request was actually a bit abrupt.

Take people to the cemetery of their relatives. If other people make this request, the old man Huang will turn around and drive them away with a broom. Look at the graves of their ancestors. How can there be such a request.

But for some reason, Old Man Huang felt that he could not get angry with Li Yu, a Taoist priest.

Li Yu continued to speak.

"You said that your grandfather is waiting for someone?"

"I haven't been waiting, it seems that after my grandma passed away, he kept yelling, waiting for someone to come back, but he didn't wait." The old man Huang said disapprovingly: "People of the same generation as my grandpa, now I'm afraid it's gone, and I probably won't be able to wait."

Generally speaking, most of the contemporaries of Grandpa Huang's graves are as tall as a few feet.
Li Yu smiled and said.

"What if that person comes back?"

"What if... your grandpa finally waits."

(End of this chapter)