What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

Zhang Xiaoan's grandfather and grandson walked out of the office talking and laughing.

This scene happened to be caught by Zhang Huairen who had just stepped out of the elevator. He immediately ducked and hid in the corridor.

Knowing that Zhang Youzhi has terminal lung cancer, Zhang Huairen has been very good recently and has no evil intentions in his heart.

But he has been paying attention to Zhang Xiaoan for more than a day or two.

Out of curiosity, he followed Zhang Xiaoan secretly.

……

On the way to the suburbs.

Zhang Youzhi was sitting in the passenger seat, turning his head from time to time and stealing a glance at Zhang Xiaoan who was driving.

"Why do you always look at me?" Zhang Xiaoan asked casually while driving the car.

"It's nothing, just... I never thought that I would get into a car driven by my ancestor in my lifetime." At this time, Zhang Youzhi was still a little nervous.

"It's nothing. I changed your diapers for you when you were little. You don't know about this... You probably don't know. You were still very young at that time."

Zhang Youzhi was a little embarrassed: "Uh... I really can't remember."

"The technology at that time was not as advanced as it is now, and there were no diapers or anything like that. They were all diapers made of rag strips, and your pee would stink."

Zhang Youzhi: "..."

It's a little warm...and a little disgusting. What's going on?

After Zhang Youzhi pondered for a moment, he asked: "Ancestor, I have something to ask you."

"go ahead."

"Well... I used the plant I brought from Shuanglong Mountain to cure my cancer. You told me that the plant can not only cure diseases, but also rejuvenate people."

"I want to develop that plant and make it into a special medicine, ancestor... do you have any thoughts on my decision?" Zhang Youzhi asked cautiously.

Zhang Xiaoan turned around and smiled: "Why do you ask me about this kind of thing?"

"This kind of special medicine is something that goes against life, old age, illness and death. You..."

"I don't care about that much. I only care about the Zhang family's affairs. As for those things you mentioned about death or death, they have nothing to do with me."

Zhang Youzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

In today's society, birth, old age, illness and death are the norm. If Zhang Youzhi breaks this norm, it should be regarded as...violating the laws of nature?

But since his ancestors didn't say anything, Zhang Youzhi felt a lot less burdened.

Zhang Youzhi thought that it would be fine as long as his ancestors did not object to this matter.

As for the fact that he changed his life against the will of heaven, if God really exists, let him kill him with a thunderbolt.

……

The two talked all the way.

The car soon drove to a cemetery with beautiful scenery surrounded by mountains and rivers.

There are four words written on the tall and majestic gate of the cemetery: Zhang's Ancestral Hall!

For ordinary families, having a decent ancestral hall is already a status symbol.

But the Zhang family is different.

The Zhang family not only has an ancestral hall, but the area of ​​the ancestral hall is about the same size as a villa.

The cemetery was personally selected by Zhang Xiaoan. It is one of the treasures with the best Feng Shui in the world. Direct members of the Zhang family are buried in it.

The people who guard the cemetery are all young and strong men. The gate of the ancestral hall is closed on weekdays. It is only opened to the public every year when the Zhang family worships their ancestors.

Because of the spectacular scene of ancestor worship, it often attracts a group of people from the news media industry to videotape a program and then broadcast it on major online platforms. It can also be regarded as a traditional cultural communication.

Wait for the car to drive to the gate of the ancestral hall.

The man in charge of guarding the tomb came out and saw the co-pilot Zhang Youzhi, said hello and opened the door of the ancestral hall.

Two minutes after the car drove in.

Zhang Huairen drove an inconspicuous nine-hand Alto and stopped not far from the ancestral hall.

He watched Zhang Xiaoan drive towards the ancestral hall on the mountain, and murmured softly: "Is this because the old man knew that he was dying and took him to recognize his ancestors?"

……

Inside the shrine.

Zhang Xiaoan looked at the spotless memorial tablet and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, it's quite clean. Do you have it wiped every day?"

"Yes, ancestor, Youzhi has always followed the ancestral precepts you left behind. You have always put your ancestors first in your heart, and have people clean it every day."

"Have a heart."

There are several levels of spiritual tablets placed in the ancestral hall.

The top floor is the spiritual tablet of Zhang’s ancestor, which is also the spiritual tablet of Zhang Xiaoan.

Although he is not dead yet, as the founder of the Zhang family, he must first occupy the C position!

There are two spiritual tablets on the lower floor of Zhang Xiaoan. One is named Zhang Xinian, the orphan Zhang Xiaoan adopted.

The other is Zhang Xinian’s wife, Zhang Dongshi.

Below Zhang Xinian are the husband and wife of the Tianzi generation, Yongzi generation, Fuzi generation, and Shouzi generation.

The Shouzi generation is a person of the same era as Zhang Shouguang, but now Zhang Shouguang is the only one left alive.

Next is the adult generation.

The leader is Zhang Shouguang's son and Zhang Youzhi's father, named Zhang Chengye.

The adult generation already has it all hanging on the wall.

Then there is the Youzi generation, people of the same generation as Zhang Youzhi, who are also the most regrettable generation of the Zhang family.

All of them died of various sudden diseases, and Zhang Xiaoan was not even given the chance to be rescued. Within five years, only Zhang Youzhi was the only person of his generation left.

There is an empty layer below the characters.

This level is reserved for Zhang Huairen and his group of Huaizi generation. They are the most promising generation of the Zhang family. They are all very determined and not a single one of them died.

At the moment, no one should want to compete for this opportunity. After all, the oldest Zhang Huaide is only in his early sixties.

The bottom layer.

Zhang Qingwen, eight years old...

It is the age of carefree childhood.

"Bring the incense to me." Zhang Xiaoan said while staring at Zhang Qingwen's memorial tablet.

Zhang Youzhi guessed what he was thinking and persuaded: "Ancestor, you are the ancestor of the Zhang family. It is not your duty to offer incense to the younger generation..."

"Don't worry, I will definitely not offer incense to you after you die." Zhang Xiaoan's eyes flashed with sadness: "But I have to offer incense to Qingwen, as an ancestor. I can't help him because I didn't protect him well..."

"Alas..." Zhang Youzhi sighed, picked up three sticks of incense from the side, lit them and handed them to Zhang Xiaoan's hands.

After Zhang Xiaoan took the incense, he stepped forward, looked at Zhang Qingwen's memorial tablet, his Adam's apple squirmed, and said slowly: "My child...whatever you need, give me a dream, my ancestor will give it to you personally..."

Zhang Xiaoan didn't finish his words.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a sour smell rushed in from the door. He entered the room and kicked Zhang Xiaoan.

Zhang Xiaoan didn't move at all. The middle-aged man was pushed back two steps and sat down on the ground.

The middle-aged man who was sitting on the ground groaned, stood up suddenly and rushed towards Zhang Xiaoan.

"Get out! Get out of here! Stay away from my son!" the middle-aged man yelled with his eyes wide open, punching Zhang Xiaoan in the face one after another like crazy.

This scene really scared Zhang Youzhi, so scared that he almost peeed.

"Huaiqing! Calm down!" Zhang Youzhi hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Zhang Huaiqing.

"Clap!"

Zhang Huaiqing, who did not recognize his relatives, slapped Zhang Youzhi twice in return.

After being beaten twice, Zhang Youzhi not only did not get angry, but hugged Zhang Huaiqing tightly and patiently coaxed:

"Huaiqing, be good, be obedient, calm down...look at me! I'm your second uncle!"