The years when I was an old man

It's just that I have calculated thousands of times, and I didn't calculate that all this has something to do with Niu Lao.

But I was still a little puzzled, and asked again:

"But I saw that the dice was taken out from Zhai Huaiyi's hand. Could he be the elder brother of the Brotherhood?"

Old Niu shook his head.

"No, he's just a member of the Gelaohui. It's probably the old man who sent him to Fengtian to find you! As for the old man from the Gelaohui, I haven't found a suitable opportunity to meet him. Oh, yes..."

Old Niu said, looked up at me and said:

"It is still uncertain about the real relationship between this uncle and girl Xiaoduo. So, don't tell Xiaoduo. This girl is too hot-tempered. If she knows about this with her temperament, I don't know what she will do. The anti-Tiangang thing is coming..."

I know the painstaking efforts of Niu Lao.

In fact, this is also the reason why I haven't dared to tell Xiaoduo.

After all, I am not Xiaoduo.

I don't know what she will think of this kind of life and abandonment.

After chatting for a few words, Mr. Niu suddenly looked at me and asked curiously:

"On the sixth day of the lunar new year, I was originally a retired person. If it wasn't for Xiaoduo this time, I would not have come to Bashu. But no matter what, you have saved my life after all. When I entrusted Xiaoduo to you, In fact, I thought at the time that you just wanted to make a career in Habei. But looking at it now, it seems that is not the case. You have become famous in Habei, but you did not leave any property, so you went to Fengtian. All of you It doesn't seem to have anything to do with your career. Can you tell me what you are doing for?"

If it were someone else, I would never say it.

But for Niu Lao, I don't think so much.

"Father's feud! But it's ridiculous to say it. I have been in the rivers and lakes for more than a year. I don't even know who killed my father back then. I asked a few people, and they all said it was a suspicious case back then..."

"Father's feud!"

Niu Lao repeated.

Then, he seemed to say with emotion:

"The grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes are the same from generation to generation, and the grievances from generation to generation are finally empty! I don't know anything about Qianmen. Although Zheng Ruhuan is my friend, I uphold a principle. I shouldn't know, and I will never ask more questions. But I understand how you feel..."

Old Niu said, took a sip from the tea bowl, and then said:

"On the sixth day of the new year, just by you young people, it is inevitable that you will encounter the end of the road when you travel the world. In this way, I will give you something. This thing is not a token, but maybe it can be of some value to you help!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Niu Lao's fingers move, and a golden light flashed in front of my eyes.

Then, a small exquisite knife appeared between Niu Lao's fingers.

The shape of this knife is the same as the one Xiaoduo sent.

Only forged of gold, uncut.

After taking the knife, I saw the two lines of the poem that Mr. Niu just said were engraved on the knife:

"The grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes are the same from generation to generation, and the grievances from generation to generation will eventually be empty."

On the other side, the word "cow" is engraved.

Niu Lao explained from the side:

"This little golden knife was a gift from an old friend on my 50th birthday. At that time, almost all my disciples and grandchildren were there. They all knew that I had this little golden knife. Today I put this little golden knife Forwarded to you. If you are desperate in a certain place, you can take this knife and go to the local Rongmen to have a try. If you are lucky, there are my disciples and grandchildren, and maybe they can help you. If you are not lucky, haha , then you can pawn the knife. At the very least, you can have two full meals..."

Niu Lao's words were full of freedom and ease.

But such an expensive gift, I absolutely dare not ask for it.

Just as he was about to resign, Mr. Niu immediately said:

"This little golden knife is already something outside of me. Keep it, compared to saving my life by you. What is this little thing?"

Seeing that Niu Lao is so sincere, I didn't refuse any more.

After chatting for a while, I suddenly remembered a question, so I asked Mr. Niu:

"Old Niu, isn't Boss Zheng's mahjong competition just an ordinary mahjong competition? Why does he give such a high share reward?"

Niu Lao thought for a while and explained:

"It seems that Zheng Ruhuan intends to retire?"

Retire?

I thought about it, but still didn't understand.

Then just close the door, why give 30.00% of the shares?

Niu Lao didn't give me an answer.

After chatting with Niu Lao for a while, Tang Lang sent me back to the hotel.

…………

The busiest person these days is Master Hong.

Kanye grabs him every day and teaches him a thousand tricks of mahjong.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day for the registration and drawing of lots for the Chuanma Contest.

After breakfast, I was ready to go downstairs to sign up for the lottery.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw Grandpa Kan and Master Hong standing at the door.

The moment I saw the two of them, I couldn't help but froze.

Because today's two people are dressed completely differently than usual.

Suit, shirt, tie.

Master Hong is like this, I seem to be able to accept it.

But Kanye with messy hair dressed like this is really a bit contrary.

"What are you doing? Father and son pretending to be a father and son soldier?"

I asked curiously.

Master Hong said with a bitter face, helplessly:

"I don't want to either. Lao Kanfei forced me to wear it like this. No matter how I look at it, I feel like a waiter in a restaurant, not like I'm going to a competition!"

As soon as Lord Hong finished speaking, Kanye stared at him and said:

"This is the first competition in your life. You must be solemn. You must win. Otherwise, you will tarnish the name of your father Melo!"

Master Hong had a bitter face, with a look of helplessness.