The two walked talking and laughing, constantly reminiscing about the past days in Shanghai.
When I was about to walk to the courtyard, I happened to meet Uncle Zhang who was pushing a tricycle.
"Uncle, how is business today?"
When Yang Jianguang's voice sounded, the old man who was pushing his bicycle and walking by himself was stunned.
When he turned around and saw Yang Jianguang, Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, and soon came up to him with a mixture of surprise and surprise.
"It's you, haven't seen you for a long time."
"Business is not very good today. Several aunties came to the square to grab business. I'm so angry."
Hearing the uncle's indignant words, Yang Jianguang couldn't help but laugh.
Ever since he knew that the uncle was actually a reclusive master, he had already understood that selling tea eggs was just his hobby. He really didn't care if he made more or less.
Just like some people like to go fishing when they get old, and some people like to play chess when they get old.
What's more, Huang Mao is still with Shang Hai, and from time to time he will lead his brothers to take care of the uncle's business. How could the business be poor?
At the same time, Yang Jianguang also asked Huang Mao that when he stayed at the uncle's house, even though the uncle was unwilling to collect rent, he must pay every cent to the uncle.
So Yang Jianguang doesn't have to worry that he will be reduced to a state where he can't afford to eat.
The two hugged happily. Yang Jianguang grabbed the uncle's tricycle and helped him push it into the courtyard.
Then the three of them also went out to buy a bottle of wine, then went to a small frying shop outside and cooked some random dishes.
We started eating while talking and laughing until it got completely dark.
"How are you doing with the kung fu I taught you before?
This is my family's ancestral skill, if it's not in place, just wait for me!"
Yang Jianguang, who had been smiling just now, was dumbfounded and looked aside.
The yellow-haired one was gloating about his misfortune, as if he had expected this scene to happen.
At that time, when he was staying alone in Shanghai, he was often caught by his uncle to practice martial arts.
Recalling how he was beaten back and forth by his uncle when he didn't practice well at that time, Huang Maona couldn't help but burst into tears.
The most important thing is that, as a burly man in his twenties, he is no match for the old man. To tell the truth, his younger brothers thought they were playing with the old man, so Huang Mao was in trouble.
Fortunately, I don't have to bear this kind of pain alone. This time Yang Jianguang came too.
At this time, Huang Mao was gloating about his misfortune, waiting for Yang Jianguang to be taught a lesson by his uncle and tortured to the point of being speechless.
Hearing the uncle's words, Yang Jianguang smiled bitterly, practiced a posture, and demonstrated some skills in front of the uncle.
The uncle watched with a smile on his face, and finally couldn't help but go out in person and fight Yang Jianguang a few times.
The two exchanged several moves back and forth, but what shocked Huang Mao was that Yang Jianguang did not fall behind at all when facing the uncle.
Is it possible that the uncle is secretly letting things slip?
After a while, the uncle also stopped working, returned to his seat with Yang Jianguang, and praised with a bright smile.
"Not bad, my old Zhang family's Wuming Kung Fu has been mastered."
"I am old and have no aspirations in this life.
I’m just worried that no one will teach our Zhang family’s skills, and now I’ll die with no regrets.”
Hearing the uncle's praise, Huang Mao on the side was instantly dumbfounded.
Uncle, can you not be so obviously biased?
During this period of time at your place, I am serving you as both your grandson and your sparring partner. You, the old man, have nothing else to say except to tell me that my head is not in the right place.
Why do you come here to Yang Jianguang and you just keep praising him?"
After he finished praising Yang Jianguang, the uncle turned to look at the dumbfounded Huang Mao and scolded him with an unhappy face.
"You're the kid. You spend all your time eating, drinking and having fun. You don't do anything serious. Even now, you're still acting like a triangle cat."
Huang Mao:……
Then, the three of them chatted for a while, and then the uncle couldn't hold it any longer and went back to bed early.
But there is something heart-warming about Yang Jianguang.
There is actually still a room for him in the courtyard.
Seeing how tidy the room is, it's obvious that the uncle will come here from time to time to help clean it.
Early the next morning, Yang Jianguang heard the uncle's busy work outside. He quickly got up and helped the uncle light the fire and boil the eggs.
While working, Yang Jianguang looked at the old man's old appearance in the firelight, then looked at the dim sky in the yard, and couldn't help but ask.
"Uncle, since you have nothing to do now, why don't you go to our country of China from time to time for a trip or something."
"I heard that the snow scenery in the north is quite good during this time period. There are also many elderly people visiting the Forbidden City and the Great Wall."
"If you are financially tight, I can pay all the expenses for you and support you first."
Hearing Yang Jianguang's words, Uncle Zhang of Tea Eggs waved his hand.
"Selling tea eggs is actually just a hobby of mine. It's the same whether this person is old or not. He always has something to do.
Otherwise, this life would not be so empty."
"Just like a drug addict, the reason why he goes down this road step by step is simply because he is empty inside and has nothing to do."
“To sum up, it’s just pure leisure.
If we go back to a few decades ago, even eating was a problem, how would they have time to take drugs or anything like that?"
The few words the uncle answered casually showed his determination and made Yang Jianguang stand in awe.
What the old man said is really good. Everything is a hobby, and selling tea eggs is also a hobby.
How many people end up on the road of no return because of emptiness.
The talented future martial arts screenwriter, the God of Wealth, Brother Long’s promising son, and even those Sanhe masters who lie in Internet cafes all day long.
And it is simply not easy for the uncle to still have such a good attitude in this impetuous society.
Thinking of this, Yang Jianguang stopped admonishing the tea egg man, woke up Huang Mao, and helped him make tea eggs together.
Although the uncle kept refusing to let the two of them help him get to the square, in the end he still couldn't defeat Yang Jianguang and the others.
But when they reached the street near the square, the uncle stubbornly asked Yang Jianguang and the others to leave, and said seriously.
"It's better to do your own things yourself. While I can still do it, you young people can go and do yours!"
Although Huang Mao still wanted to persist, Yang Jianguang stopped him with emotion on his face.
It is rare for an old man to have some leisure and elegance, so they should not disturb others.
So the two of them watched the uncle all the way to the square. Soon, they could see the uncle in the square with people coming and going, shouting against the morning glow.
"Tea eggs, freshly baked secret tea eggs."
The corners of Yang Jianguang's mouth rose, but just when he was about to leave, Huang Mao suddenly pulled him back.
Yang Jianguang looked puzzled, while Huang Mao pointed to the other side of the square cautiously.
At this time, an aunt pushing a tricycle came to the tea egg stall next to Uncle Zhang.
Seeing the aunt coming, the uncle immediately greeted her with a bright smile.
"Aunt Wu, here you come. This is the breakfast I brought you. It has your favorite poached eggs on it."
The old woman selling tofu puffs at the side blushed and shyly accepted the lunch box sent by the tea egg uncle.
Behind them, Yang Jianguang and his two men had their mouths as wide as duck eggs.
Yang Jianguang was dumbfounded.
No wonder you, the old man, run to the square all day long. You are experiencing your second spring.