The strange noise that Xiaojiang inadvertently made immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the small building.
It was only then that Lao Jiang, who was looking excited, realized that his grandson was also here, and he looked very embarrassed...
Looking at his grandson with big ignorant eyes and a few live shrimps on his head, Lao Jiang's old face suddenly turned from white to red, then from red to black, and finally from black to purple...
"Little bastard! Get out!"
Soon, there was a roar!
Poor Xiao Jiang didn't even dare to pick up the fish that fell to the ground. He shook violently and rushed out of the small building.
Outside the wide-open door, there was only a faint sound floating in the air.
"Call me a little bastard again! Brother Qi said, from a genetic point of view, this is not good for you either..."
"Whoosh!"
Soon, a shoe also flew out of the small building, with a sound of breaking through the air, and accurately hit the head of the man who was leaving.
"Ouch..."
Looking at the fleeing figure outside and the faint cry of pain, Lao Jiang, who had only one shoe left, trembled his lips a few times, and finally reluctantly handed over to Xiao Han: "Ahem, Mr. Hou, don't blame me!
This kid is spoiled rotten by his mother."
"Haha, there is nothing to blame for this. Lingsun is also lively and cheerful..." Xiao Han looked outside the door, then looked at Lao Jiang who looked ashamed, and smiled a little reluctantly.
He didn't know until this moment that the little Tang Monk he met on the way was actually Lao Jiang's grandson. Judging from the kid's appearance, he looked nothing like the taciturn Lao Jiang. He didn't know what happened.
deviation.
However, this small episode dispelled the sense of alienation brought about by not seeing each other for a long time.
Among the people in the room, excluding Xiao Qi, Yang Kailue was still as fat as ever.
Xiao Han even felt that he was fatter than when he went to Jiangnan two years ago. His eyes, which were not big in the first place, were squeezed by the fat on his face and looked like two mung beans on a big cake, which made them look even bigger.
It's funny.
However, funny is funny. Just look at the twinkle in his eyes from time to time, and you will know that although this person is fat, his mind is still very shrewd.
As for Old Dong, who was standing next to Yang Kailue, his health was obviously much worse than that of Yang Kailue.
His body, which had been extremely strong from years of shipbuilding, was now so thin that it could be blown over by a gust of wind. In addition, the coughing sound seemed to have never stopped since he came in.
Among the three, the only one who has not changed much is Lao Jiang.
Except that his face was a little darker, it was almost the same as when Xiao Han saw him for the first time. This dark face was probably because he had just been angered by his precious grandson.
Today we meet old friends, and naturally they are very happy.
He invited a few people to sit down and listened in detail to their experiences in the past two years. Naturally, Xiao Han did not hesitate to praise him for making the workshop so prosperous. He praised Lao Jiang and Yang Kailue to the point of being overjoyed.
Liandao felt ashamed.
"Hahahaha, this is also taking advantage of you, Lord Marquis! Last time you went to the Grand Canal yourself and dredged the river, which made the shipping business prosperous again. Our shipyard also took advantage of this east wind.
It has become the largest and best shipyard in the entire Tang Dynasty!"
Yang Kai laughed slightly, and his laughter was not without pride. Although the opportunity was in front of him, it was his ability to seize the opportunity!
If he hadn't risked his life and drank wine after meal with the caravan shopkeepers and gangsters, how could the shipyard far away in Hanzhong get so many orders?
"Haha, Lao Yang, you don't need to flatter me! There are so many shipyards in the world, but why haven't they taken advantage of the east wind to rise? Only our shipyard has risen? Isn't it the credit of you guys? By the end of this year, I will give it to you
A few of them will give you a big red envelope!”
Xiao Han would never let his subordinates feel cold. His words of handing out red envelopes immediately made several people's faces become more happy. Even the old Dong who had been coughing looked much better.
In fact, everyone here knows that with their shares in the shipyard, a red envelope is nothing. What they really need is Xiao Han's recognition and praise for them.
"Old Dong, what's your body like?"
Just when everyone was enjoying themselves, Xiao Han turned his attention to Lao Dong again.
He didn't expect that in just a few years, the stocky old man would become like this.
"Master Hou..." When the old Dong saw Xiao Han asking about him, an unnatural red color quickly appeared on his pale face, and he coughed twice and said: "Ahem! Thank you for your concern, Master Hou. The old man is fine, just a little tired from overwork."
I'm so sick that I can't do anything anymore."
"Sick from overwork?"
When Xiao Han heard this, he frowned, stood up, put his fingers on Lao Dong's wrist, and began to feel his pulse carefully.
Over the years, Xiao Han has been following the two miracle doctors Sun Simiao and Old Man Hua. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has learned a lot about medical treatment.
At this moment, he checked Lao Dong's pulse, which was weak and weak. He was wheezing and his lungs were like bellows. This was obviously not a disease caused by overwork, but a serious lung disease.
Slowly retracting his hand, Xiao Han pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "Your illness is not caused by overwork! It's a problem with your lungs! You need to find a doctor for treatment immediately! Yang Kailue! You arrange for someone to take him to Miyuan.
Go find Doctor Sun!"
"Here!"
Yang Kai, who was on the side, listened to Xiao Han's instructions and quickly put away his joy, stood up and agreed, and then gave Lao Dong a complaining look: "How about it, I said I will take you to find Sun Shenxian, but you still won't go! It's better now, I'm sick
The longer you drag it, the heavier it gets!"
A smile appeared on Lao Dong's somewhat pale face. He didn't care about Yang Kailue's complaints and just weakly raised his hands to Xiao Han: "Master Hou, don't bother, the old man knows his own body! This disease, stay here quietly.
He won't die for a while, but after a long journey, the old man is afraid that he will end up dying in a foreign land, so it's better not to bother Taoist Master Sun."
"You..." Xiao Han frowned and looked at the smiling old Dong, feeling a faint pain in his heart.
Lung disease is also an extremely difficult disease to cure in later generations, and as Lao Dong said, people with lung disease are most afraid of fatigue.
Whether he travels from here through the vast Qinling Mountains to Chang'an, or goes down the river and makes a big circle to Sanyuan, it will greatly increase the burden on Lao Dong's already fragile heart and lungs.
At that time, maybe as he said, the disease will not be cured and he will end up dying in a foreign country.
Seeing Xiao Han's silence, Lao Jiang started laughing again, but was interrupted by a cough.
"Ahem... Mr. Hou, the old man has passed the age of hearing. Even if he dies, it will not be a loss! This is the root of the old man. The old man hopes to die and be buried in this land and this river...
