When Cai Gen heard what his uncle said, he suddenly thought of a serious problem.
This is the first floor. If it were to be completely opened, load-bearing walls would have to be built.
Is it safe for those living upstairs?
This old building is not of frame structure. Is it strong?
Besides, after walking through so many houses, I didn’t see anyone else.
Why would you live in so many rooms if there is only one person?
"Uncle, you have really high standards for the living environment, and this decoration is really particular.
By the way, this is a small gift for you. It’s Chinese New Year, so don’t be too disrespectful.”
With that said, Cai Gen took out the eggs and put them on the coffee table.
Complimenting people and giving gifts are definitely the best ways to get closer. The uncle looked like an old-school person and liked Cai Gen's tricks very much.
His originally expressionless face also showed a small smile, and he handed the newly rolled cigarette to Cai Gen without closing his mouth. He was very polite.
"What a fuss, this is much smaller than my old home. Hey, I will only have to torture myself before I die.
I grew the tobacco leaves myself in the garden at the door, and they are not mixed with anything. You can lick them yourself."
Cai Gen felt that it was unprofessional to smoke at home and serve on his own, so he quickly declined.
"Uncle, I don't smoke"
"Don't pretend to be like me. You smell like cigarettes. What nonsense."
Hey, do as the Romans do. Cai Gen didn't insist. He took the cigarette, licked it skillfully, pinched off the butt and tightened it. He didn't light it in a hurry, waiting for the uncle to roll the second cigarette.
"Uncle, how big was your previous home?"
The uncle also rolled up his second cigarette. Cai Gen quickly lit it for him. Then he lit the cigarette for himself and took a puff. The smell was strong, like 60-degree liquor, and it was absolutely burning.
strength.
"How old is my family?
There are seven rooms in the main hall, nine rooms in the wings, five rooms in the back hall, seven bedrooms, and one hundred and eight rooms in the back building.
Do you know how big the courtyard is with three entrances and three exits?
The screen wall is more than 20 meters long. Do you know how big it is?
besides"
Cai Gen didn't pay attention to the old man's skillful display, and thought he was just bragging.
His family used to run a big car shop. With so many rooms, it was almost as big as Hong Romantic.
"Oh, that's really big. Now that you live here, I really feel wronged to you.
By the way, sir, what's your surname? It's our first time to serve and we need to register."
The uncle saw that Cai Gen actually took out a registration form. It was not like he said it casually, but it seemed that he had violated some of his taboos, and he was a little unhappy.
"Is it necessary? Isn't it just two hundred yuan a month? I'll give you the money and that's it. What's the use of this whole thing that I don't need?"
Cai Gen encountered resistance during registration, which Cai Gen did not expect. Is there something unspeakable?
"Uncle, I am also responsible for you. After recording it, I can serve you better."
Even though he was so insistent, although the uncle was unhappy, he still gave his name.
"My name on my ID card is Tong Aiguo."
Um?
Elderly people of this age should have lived before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Why would they choose such a name that is characteristic of the times?
Oh, on the ID card, that is the name that was changed later.
Cai Gen didn't think much and registered his name.
"Uncle Tong, what is your date of birth?"
"The Thirty-One Years of Guangxu."
this?
Cai Gen almost broke his cigarette. Was he bullying himself for being uneducated?
Who knows what year Guangxu was?
I died early in the morning, okay?
"Uncle Tong, what year was it 19 AD?"
Uncle Tong really looked down at Cai Gen for a moment, feeling that it was not enough.
"Today's young people, you can't say, if you are my grandson, forget it, you are not my grandson.
The thirty-first year of Guangxu's reign was 1905, the third day of March, Manchu."
1905?
Cai Gen did a quick mental calculation. Here I go, over a hundred years old?
Such a spirited old man is over a hundred years old?
Is it an advantage to be someone's grandson?
I really want to ask him what the secret of his longevity is, but I have to control my curiosity and do business first.
It was estimated that the third day of March he was talking about must be the lunar calendar. Cai Gen decided not to ask in detail, otherwise he would expose his uneducated nature.
He continued to write his home address and contact number, and when he reached the relatives column, Cai Gen raised his head again and looked at the centenarian in front of him.
"Uncle Tong, what are the contact information of your children and relatives?"
Tong Aiguo looked at a mirror on the wall, staring at himself in the mirror, looking a little disappointed.
“If I have children and relatives around me, why do I need your services?
I just called you because I was afraid that no one in the house would know.
I saw on TV that many empty nesters died of sudden illness in their houses, and no one knew about it.
I thought it would be too shameful to leave like that, so I paid two hundred yuan for someone to watch over me."
This reason is so powerful, Cai Gen has never regarded this reason as a rigid necessity.
To be honest, it's a bit cruel, but the reality is that cruel, and even worse.
This uncle Tong was so thoughtful, Cai Gen silently expressed his admiration.
Anyway, when I am old, I may not be able to live so clearly.
"Uncle Tong, if you are so energetic, you will definitely live a long life."
It's over, this person is already a hundred years old, Cai Gen discovered the slip of the tongue, which is a common sense mistake.
"No, you will definitely live as long as heaven and be famous forever."
Wow, it’s usually the dead who say they will live forever, but I said the wrong thing again.
In fact, words used to describe centenarians are not commonly used, and Cai Gen is a little short of words.
This immortal sentence amused Tong Aiguo.
"Okay, okay, it's not the New Year yet. No matter how much you say New Year greetings and you don't kowtow, I won't give you any New Year's money."
Even though he refused to give money, Tong Aiguo took out an antique cloth wallet from his pocket and took out a dozen red banknotes.
"This is for half a year, one thousand and two. I think it won't be a big problem to live for another half year."
He is really old and has no taboos at all. Opening his mouth or shutting up is a matter of life and death. Cai Gen doesn't know how to respond.
He took out his blood pressure monitor, thermometer and other tools and simply measured the old man's basic physical signs.
I don’t know if I’m going to take an unexpected test, I’ll be shocked if I take a test.
This centenarian has normal blood pressure than Cai Gen and is in really good health.
When Cai Gen took his blood pressure, he found that the old man's arms were covered with patterns. He didn't know what kind of experiences the old man had had in the past.
The patterns are very simple, and I can't see what they symbolize.
"Uncle Tong, do you believe in religion too? I see you also have an incense hall."
In fact, Cai Gen shouldn't ask, after all, this is considered privacy.
It's just that since I entered the house, there was a strong scent in my nose. It was very strong. It didn't smell like three times a day, but it definitely couldn't reach this level.
Mr. Tong Aiguo didn't pay attention. He always cooperated with Cai Gen in going through the process. When he mentioned religion, he answered smoothly.
"Well, the old fragrant root passed down from our ancestors, shamanism."
Huh? Cai Gen immediately cheered up.
"Uncle Tong, are you also a chameleon?"
Cai Gen's question seemed to be an insult to his faith in Tong Aiguo's heart, and it was extremely unprofessional. The boss rolled his eyes and was not happy.
"Who told you that shamanism is all about the Immortals?"
This chapter has been completed!