Chapter 149： What the **** is Grandpa Qiqi doing?

Chapter 149 What the **** is Grandpa Qiqi doing?

There is another distinguished guest in the small courtyard of the Zhang family, and it has been spread all over the village last night.

Yesterday at the roadside, many people saw it.

Among the three people who came, there was an expensive man who was difficult to get close to at first glance, and there was also a strange man with curly yellow hair.

It's amazing.

Of course the old village chief knew about it. He even showed people the way yesterday.

It's just that I didn't expect that the distinguished guests of the Zhang family would come to my house.

The courtyard of the old village chief's house is spacious, which is much better than the small courtyard of the Zhang family.

But as soon as the man with a strong aura stood in the courtyard, the old village chief felt that his house seemed very narrow and shabby.

Even if you don't know the identity and background of the man, you can tell that he must be rich or expensive just by looking at his aura and demeanor.

Standing in front of the unsmiling man, meeting those deep and piercing eyes, even if the other party deliberately restrained his aura, the old village chief still felt pressured, as uncomfortable as seeing a big leader.

This is different from the situation when we led the way yesterday.

Anyway, when I didn’t take it to heart, I was quite at ease.

Now that he is officially face to face with the man, the feeling of oppression becomes clear.

"Old village chief, we met yesterday." Yan Huai stepped forward, stretched out his hand to the plain old man with white hair, his tone slowed down, "I didn't have time to introduce myself at that time, my surname is Yan, my name is Yan Huai, and I am Qi Seven's grandfather."

The man's hand is well-knit, and the nails are neatly trimmed, looking clean and strong.

The old village chief looked at his big rough hands full of calluses, which were still covered with ashes that he didn't know where he had rubbed them.

He hurriedly rubbed his hands on his trouser legs before reaching out to shake hands with the man, "Hello, hello, Comrade Yan Huai, my name is Li Laogen."

"I think the village chief is older than me, so just call me Yan Huai, so you can get close." Yan Huai smiled and spoke without airs, which made people feel at ease.

As soon as he felt relieved, the old village chief's restrained politeness disappeared, and he laughed loudly, "Then I'll take care of you? Come on, Brother Yan, let's go in and talk!"

The rapidly changing attitude of the old village chief made the two old women not far away a little funny.

"Aunt Zhang, what is Grandpa Qiqi doing here?" Luo Yuqiong asked in a low voice.

Zhang Xifeng shook his head, "I don't know, he didn't say anything. Hey, don't be so nervous, Grandpa Qiqi doesn't bully people anyway."

"Look at what you said, I'm just curious what's the matter with him. Since he is Qiqi's grandfather, he will definitely not bully us." Luo Yuqiong couldn't laugh or cry, and gave Zhang Xifeng a look, "Come here and help, I'll make a pot of tea and entertain people .”

In the hall.

After inviting people to be seated, the old village chief was also curious, and asked straight to the point, "Brother Yan, what's the matter with you coming to my house?"

People in the countryside talk about things when they have something to do, and they are used to going straight.

Yan Huai nodded, admitting without hesitation, "There is indeed something I want to ask the old village chief for help."

A few simple conversations with the old man can tell that the other party has a hearty and simple temperament, so Yan Huai is also direct.

"You said, if I can help, I will definitely not refuse."

"Okay, the old village chief is straightforward, I don't beat around the bush, I want to ask, yesterday I saw a dilapidated house in the village, it seems that no one lives in it, can that house be sold in the village?"

"House?" The old village head frowned. Although there are mostly left-behind elderly and children in his village, there are people living in every household. There is no house that is empty in memory.

"Just beside the small square yesterday, the innermost room is about two stories high, and half of the walls collapsed..."

Before Yan Huai could finish his description, the old village chief knew what he was talking about, and said with a big smile, "It's not a small square, it's the village sun-drying field, where the grains are sun-dried during the autumn harvest. The one in the middle you said The house is the auditorium used for meetings and activities in our village."

Yan Huai frowned faintly, and laughed.

He really doesn't know these buildings in the village.

The auditorium...in his opinion, it is just a house, because it is really small.

When Luo Yuqiong and Zhang Xifeng came over with the teapot, their discussion was coming to an end.

"Don't worry, leave this matter to me. Since I promise you, I won't be perfunctory!" The old village head blushed, and his big hands clapped his chest.

Luo Yuqiong looked a little terrified.

Don’t know how old you are? If you shoot hard, you are not afraid of an old bone falling apart.

The conversation has been finished, and the tea has just been served.

Yanhuai didn't ignore the host's kindness. Before leaving, he drank a cup of tea before leaving.

Manners are impeccable.

Sending the guests out of the courtyard, the old village chief kept his hands behind his back as he walked back, humming a little tune.

Luo Yuqiong saw his happy face, and couldn't help asking, "What the **** is Grandpa Qiqi doing here?

The old village chief gave her a sideways look, and said, "It's a good thing anyway, so don't ask so many questions."

Luo Yuqiong, "..." This old man is virtuous.

After leaving the old village chief's house, Yan Huai also had to get on his way to the airport.

No matter how much reluctance there is, it can only be pressed in the bottom of my heart.

The most willing person is probably only Mr. Fu, who only missed Yan Huai's **** and set off two firecrackers.

"Let's go, let's hurry up, don't come if you don't have time, don't come if you have time."

Yanhuai was silent for a moment, then looked at the old man, "Dad, take care of your health, if you need anything, you can call me, my number has not changed."

Master Fu snorted, could he not know?

A Gui secretly called the capital to make reports every now and then, and he knew the number he dialed by heart.

Saying goodbye to the old man, Yan Huai glanced at Fu Yanchi who was standing next to the old man, his eyes were complicated and dark, "You... take care of yourself too."

Fu Yanchi's eyes fluttered, his eyes quickly passed over the man's gray temples, and he raised his usual smile, "Dad, you too."

"Grandpa, Qiqi wishes you a smooth journey, grandma and uncle too."

In Wa'er's waxy and soft voice, the black commercial vehicle drove away slowly.

Qiqi nestled in her father's arms, looking at the very slow car, for some reason, her nose was a little sour, and she felt a little sad.

"Eggy, grandpa seems reluctant to leave."

"You can't go, your grandfather is the general who is in charge of dispatching troops on the battlefield, and the general can't leave the base camp easily." The little egg man crossed his legs and rested his head on his head.

"Grandpa is a general? Then what is my dad?"

"A deserter."

"What is a deserter?"

"A soldier who refuses to be a general is a deserter. Anyway, he is not a good soldier."

Qiqi grinds her teeth, Eggy scolds her father.

Bullying her at a young age, don't you understand?

Feeling the fierce eyes of the baby, the little egg man tilted his head and squinted his eyes, "Little boy, do you dare to show your teeth at me?"

"Eggy, I will beat you in the future!"

The little egg man snorted, and a small electric spark was thrown out.

Wa'er covered her little **** with a groan, her eyes were red.

She got stung again!

Rotten eggs!