Siheyuan: I have traveled through time and space and still can’t eat enough?

Yan Jiekuang did not refute Marquis Paola's words. After all, it was inappropriate for a son to speak ill of his father.

He just replied calmly: "When you meet my father, you will understand what I mean."

The two of them ate and chatted, and Hou Pulan told him many interesting stories about collecting antiques.

Soon a day passed, and Yan Jiekuang said goodbye: "Uncle, it's getting late, I'll leave first. When you are free in a few days, you must come to our house. My dad misses you a lot, too."

Pauper Hou nodded and agreed with a smile: "Next week! I have to go to the countryside in a few days. I miss your father too."

When he returned home, Yan Jiekuang told Yan Bugui what had happened today.

"Dad, I went to my cousin's house today and made an appointment with him to come over next week. He missed you a lot, too."

Yan Bugui was very happy to hear that his son had found his distant cousin, and asked quickly, "Where does he live? How has he been doing these years?"

In fact, there was one thing Yan Jiekuang couldn't understand: his father was such a stingy person.

Although I have guided my children so much that they are no longer overly calculating, they are still the same with outsiders and have not changed at all.

Normally, when he hears that a relative is coming to visit, his first reaction should not be to show concern for the other person, but to figure out what to use for the treat that day to save money!

So Yan Jiekuang did not answer his father's question, but said with a puzzled look on his face: "Dad, this is not like you at all. When my cousin comes over, I have to prepare some good treats. Why don't you seem to be distressed?"

Seeing his son's puzzled expression, Yan Bugui was very embarrassed and annoyed: "Why, I am so stingy in your eyes, right?"

Before Yan Jiekuang could say anything, Shitou, who was sitting nearby watching TV, suddenly said, "Grandpa is so stingy that he doesn't even buy me a piece of candy."

After saying this, he looked at Yan Jiekuang with grievance.

That pitiful look made Yan Jiekuang laugh. He looked at his father and joked, "See? I didn't say that. Even your grandson thinks so."

After that, he took out fifty cents from his pocket and handed it to Shitou: "Here, Uncle San is not stingy. Take it and go play, but remember not to eat too much candy."

Shitou took the money, said sweetly, "Uncle San is the best!" and ran out.

Yan Bu was left alone and cursed angrily: "This heartless little thing, I treated him so well and left all the delicious food for him."

Yan Bugui was not lying when he said this. The treatment of the two little guys was much better than that of their brothers.

Although they lived in the same courtyard, Yan Jiekuang would bring some canned snacks and the like to the old couple during the holidays. When the other brothers came back to see them, they also brought things with them.

But they were reluctant to eat anything and left it all to their grandchildren.

But they can’t change their stingy and frugal nature. If you want them to spend money on snacks, even for their grandchildren, it’s not allowed.

After watching the stone run away, Yan Bugui smiled and resolved Yan Jiekuang's doubts.

"Your uncle and I had a very good relationship when we were young. I was the only child in our family, and he was also an only child in their family. At that time, your great-grandfather often took me to their house to play."

"If his father hadn't gotten into bad habits and your grandfather hadn't been very fond of it, the two families wouldn't have severed contact."

"Besides, our family has only a few descendants in the past two generations. Now he is probably the only one who can be considered as a relative to us."

After hearing this, Yan Jiekuang also understood his father's mentality.

When brothers who haven't seen each other for many years meet again, the emotions in their hearts are naturally very complicated.

"My uncle is in good health, but his wife died early, and there seems to be some misunderstanding between him and his only daughter, so they haven't been in touch for many years."

"Now he makes a living by picking up scraps, but don't underestimate him because of this. My cousin is a very capable person."

Yan Bugui was very puzzled by Yan Jiekuang's words. What great ability could a rag picker have?

Moreover, in all these years, he had never heard his son praise anyone. This was the first time.

Yan Bugui didn't ask any more questions. He didn't really care what his cousin did or whether he had any special abilities. As long as he wasn't a bad person, that was enough.

The matter came to an end like this. As the saying goes, there is no coincidence in the world.

The next day, Yan Jiekuang was on his way to the countryside to make purchases. As soon as he left Zhengyang Gate, he heard a young man next to him say, "This old man came to the city wearing corduroy and a hemp rope around his waist. He won't return a bottle of soda if he buys one."

Yan Jiekuang shook his head and smiled. A bottle of soda is not cheap, and many people are reluctant to buy it. So when they buy it for the first time, they don’t know that the bottle can be returned. He is used to this kind of thing.

But as he walked further and further away, Yan Jiekuang felt that the young man's words sounded more and more familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard them.

Until he remembered the books that Broken Marquis gave him yesterday, Yan Jiekuang suddenly slapped his head and said: How could I forget about him? Isn’t this what Han Chunming said when Meng Xiaoxing bought soda for the first time in Zhengyang Sect?

He quickly turned around and walked towards the front gate, but there was no one there.

Yan Jiekuang began to recall the plot of Zhengyangmen. Now he could not simply treat this world as a courtyard full of birds.

He clearly remembered that just today, when Han's mother asked Chunming to go out to buy meat, he accidentally ran into Hou Su'e playing outside with her son, holding an antique pipe in her hand.

This is a rare item. In 1860, when Elgin signed the traitorous treaty with the Ninth Prince, he was holding this pipe in his hand.

But because Hou Su'e's husband was uneducated, he actually polished this treasure until it became shiny.

You know, with antiques like this, what you look at is the patina on the piece and the marks that symbolize its owner.

Now it has been polished to look like a new one, so who can prove that this telescopic rod is the one from Elgin?

Although Yan Jiekuang did not have a special interest in antiques like Han Chunming, he did not want this thing to be destroyed like this.

He didn't know where Hou Su'e's home was, but it should be not far from Han Chunming's home.

Yan Jiekuang rode his bike to Dazhalan and started walking through the alleys.

Half an hour later, I finally saw a child playing with sand with a pipe in his hand at the gate of No. 7 Yard. A woman in her thirties was standing at the gate, knitting a sweater.

The two of them could be considered relatives, but Yan Jiekuang knew that Hou Pulan and Hou Su'e had cut off all contact.

If his identity was exposed, it would be counterproductive, so he decided to buy the pipe according to Han Chunming's method.

"Little boy, uncle bought you a bottle of soda, can you give this to uncle?"

Sure enough, when Yan Jiekuang finished speaking, Hou Su'e immediately responded: "If you want it, take it for one dollar."

Yan Jiekuang did not bargain. One dollar was nothing to him.

Unlike Han Chunming and others, they enjoy the pleasure of finding bargains, and the less money they spend and the more valuable the things they buy, the happier they are.

He had just started this business and didn't know anything, so naturally he wouldn't have this mentality.

I only know that the dollar I spend now will be worth hundreds of thousands or millions in the future, and I have already made a fortune.

Fearing that something unexpected might happen, Yan Jiekuang took out some money and immediately gave it to Hou Su'e, then took the pipe and left.

But just as he exited the alley, he heard a voice behind him: "Wait a minute, buddy!"