Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 156

The next morning, Yu Banghan got up to eat breakfast with his panda eyes on his face, which surprised Fan Denglong, "Watched the movie all night?"

"He got up more than ten times a night, walking around guarding the stove."

Zhao Qing next to him said with a smile.

The house was originally just that kind of small bungalow, with Wang Guizhen and Fan Qinghe sharing one, the one that Fan Denglong originally lived in was given over to Yu Banghan, and the remaining one was tidied up for Zhao Qing to live in.As for Fan Denglong himself, he moved to the mountains and lived in a log cabin.

"Look at how promising you are," Fan Denglong scolded with a smile, picked up a cucumber without washing it, randomly poked out the thorns on it, and started to eat it.

"I can't help it. If my old man finds out that I have thrown away my iron rice bowl, I don't know if he will beat me to death with a whip."

Fan Denglong shook his head amusedly, "You threw away an iron rice bowl but found a golden rice bowl, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

"I won't believe anything I say before I make results,"

Regarding this, Fan Denglong stopped talking.

"Call Fat Brother and his father's construction team over today, and we brothers will do a big job."

His phone rang, and it was Cai Dafu's. He and Mr. Sun came hand in hand, and the car had already left Taohong Town.

"What are you going to do, don't bother me all day long." Fan Denglong was a little excited, the old man is coming, today this opportunity must be seized, and strive to leave a good impression on the old man's heart.

More than ten minutes later, a very low-key Pentium commercial vehicle appeared at the entrance of Zhujiachong Village.

Fan Denglong took a look at the clothes on his body. Although they were not expensive, they were very neat.

Slowing down, showing a confident smile, he waited at the threshing ground.

Pentium honked his horn at him, and Cai Dafu jumped out of the car, "Young man, not bad."

He went to the back and opened the car door, and Mr. Sun came down slowly.

A trace of surprise flashed across Fan Denglong's face, this old man seemed familiar.

"Young man, I'm surprised. I didn't expect us to meet again." Apparently, Mr. Sun's memory was much better than that of Fan Denglong, so he greeted him warmly.

At this time, Fan Denglong suddenly remembered, isn't this the old man who he carried grapes out to sell to help him?

It turns out that he is Sister Qian's grandfather, so we can be regarded as old acquaintances.

"Old man," Fan Denglong went up and shouted, then supported the old man and said, "Old man, the conditions in the village are poor, I'm sorry."

Cai Dafu looked at Fan Denglong and said with a smile, "Well, it turns out that you only recognize Qianqian's grandfather in your eyes, and you don't recognize me as an uncle."

He is a successful businessman, and he beats around the bush when he is sarcastic.

"You're really going back as you live, and you're even jealous of me, an old man." Mr. Sun obviously likes Cai Dafu very much, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a joke with him.

"How can it be, old man, you are definitely blaming the boy."

The three of them walked towards Fan Denglong's house while talking and laughing.

"To be honest, the air in the village is really good. If conditions permit, I will definitely move here."

The old man fell in love with Zhujiachong when he first stepped into Zhujiachong. The air is so many times better than Taohong Town. When people get old, they like to live in a comfortable environment. This is called taking care of themselves.

"Grandpa, your house will start construction soon, and you will definitely be able to move to the countryside in a few months." Fan Denglong immediately promised, patted his chest.

People just said it casually, and this guy immediately regarded it as an imperial decree.

The closer you get to the orchards and vegetable gardens, the fresher the air.

Cai Dafu took a deep breath, revealing a hint of greed. The last time he breathed this almost sweet fresh air was when he was a child.

"Denglong, when you said you were building a house for the old man, did you build one for my elder brother? No villa, just a small three-story mansion. I will also settle here in the future, and live with the old man. Go out and do the sunrise and rest."

Hehe, Fan Denglong gave him a supercilious look, do you have the nerve to covet me for such a small gain?

Instead of going to sit at home, Fan Denglong took the old man to the pond. The only things he could do in front of the old man were the orchard, the vegetable garden and the pond.

Walking into the wooden house in the pond, the old man clapped his hands and praised: "In this place, if you invite a few or two friends to play a game of chess, it will be a wonderful thing in life."

"Grandpa, a lotus pond will be built here soon, and the lotus leaves will bloom in the sky in summer, it will be so beautiful." Fan Denglong wanted to show himself in front of the old man, of course he had to try his best to brag.But this point is quite to the old man's appetite. He moved to Zhujiachong just to find a good place to cultivate. If this place is really what Fan Denglong said, it will definitely be a good place.

Fan Denglong yelled into the pond, and the big turtle lurking in the water appeared.

"Hey, there are such big Chinese tortoises here? It's really rare." The old man is well-informed, and he can tell the species of the big tortoise at a glance.

"The Chinese tortoise grows slowly. If it can grow like this, it might have a lifespan of nearly a thousand years."

The giant tortoise that has been fed with the spiritual fluid is now more than two meters long when fully stretched out. It looks extremely huge, and it is inevitable that it will be a little shocking at first glance.

"Well, I don't know very well, I stayed here a long time ago." Fan Denglong scratched his head, no wonder this big turtle is so human, it turned out to be a thousand-year-old bastard.

"Xiao Fan, to be honest, since I ate your grapes, I can no longer eat other fruits. Take me, an old man, to your orchard today."

Naturally, Fan Denglong couldn't wait for such a thing. The orchard and vegetable garden were cleared the day before yesterday, and after returning yesterday, he organized the villagers to plant some vegetables.The orchard is more troublesome, so we can only continue to plant fruit seedlings in the open space.However, the number of orange trees has decreased, and many new varieties have grown.

Now those heavenly plants produce spiritual liquid almost every day, and with the source, Fan Denglong will have a bottom in his heart.

Moreover, there are more and more varieties of fruits, and it is easy for Burong Supermarket to be uncertain. At least for a long time, they have to cooperate obediently with themselves, and absolutely dare not make any rash moves.

When we came to the orchard, the eight beagles and the black dog were patrolling carefully.The old man was taken aback when he saw the black dog, "The breed of this dog is a bit like a Tibetan mastiff, but it seems to be so different."

Fan Denglong laughed at the side, how can the descendants of Xiaotiangou be compared with Fangou?

Of course, this guy himself doesn't know what breed the black dog is.

(End of this chapter)