"grandfather!"

Wang Li held the fruit and greeted him.

The old man was surprised to see Wang Li, and stood up in surprise and said, "Xiao Li, it's not the New Year, why are you here?"

"hey-hey."

Wang Li smiled and said, "I'm not making some fruits here, I'll give you some to try."

"Beast!"

The old man smiled and scolded, "Your father is not so filial. After that, what happened?"

"Ha ha."

Wang Li laughed very embarrassedly.

I don’t go home normally, but I only come back after something happens, but it’s quite cold.

"Okay, don't giggle with me."

The old man said, "I know you young people are busy, but you have to go home and see them often. Look at your father, you don't know how to come back after you go out. Then I will be the one who is my master to see him..."

The old man was chattering, like the lonely and widowed old man recalling the past on the streets of the village.

Finally, the old man asked, "Are you short of money?"

Wang Li hurriedly said, "It's just a little bit of money."

"A small thing?"

The old man glanced at Wang Li and said, "What's the matter? It's definitely not a trivial matter that can't be solved with money."

"Forehead……"

Wang Li turned around and looked at the people behind him and said, "Grandpa, these are my friends."

"oh."

The old man looked up and looked at everyone.

Men, women, young and old, all kinds of.

When they saw the second brother, they looked at each other and their eyes lit up at the same time. The second brother's face was full of excitement. The old man squinted his eyes and looked surprised. When he saw the excited Monkey Brother beside the second brother, the old man's expression became solemn.

"Your friend?"

The old man reached out and touched Wang Li's head and said, "I didn't expect you to know such a friend, it's rare, rare."

"hey-hey."

Wang Li smiled and said, "Their ID card is lost. Can you help me issue a certificate or something?"

"If you lose your ID card, go back to your hometown to make up for it. What kind of certificate will you get when you come to our village?" The old man is not easy to cheat, so he is clearing the door.

Wang Li said helplessly: "Their hometown is far away. I don't know when I will come back."

Good guy, it would be a bit difficult for these people to go back to their hometown to apply for their ID cards.

Although my second brother is from Guanjiangkou, Sichuan and Jingwei is from Baoji, Shaanxi, their specific hometown is not within the registration scope, and I can't talk about it with the heavenly hukou. If my second brother tells others, "I am Erlang Zhenjun, Erlang Temple is my hometown..." I will be finished if others beat him up.

"Forget it, I'll just pretend you didn't lie to me." The old man said, "It doesn't seem like bad guys. It's okay to issue an identity certificate. But there is one thing, there is no one in our village, and they all have to be the king, so there's no objection."

"No objection, no objection."

Brother Monkey smiled and said, "Hongmeng first opened its original name without a surname, so it is necessary for Wukong to break the stubbornness."

"Haha, you are talking a little similar to those charlatans in Qingfengguan." The old man laughed, and then told Wang Li with a serious look on his face: "Don't do anything illegal, otherwise you, a group of friends, will cause trouble, and I can't protect you grandpa."

"How can it be?" Wang Li agreed repeatedly.

At the same time, I secretly sweated.

He finally knew why his father was unwilling to go home. This old man was a human spirit. He seemed to be able to see through people's hearts at a glance. He could not deceive him at all if anything happened.

"Come with me."

The old man waved and signaled everyone to come into the house with him.

"Wow...Director Wang, is this your old house?"

When he arrived inside the house, Lao Masa was surprised. The space and decoration were completely unaware that this was the home of a small village head, but it looked like the mansion of that aristocratic family.

In Lao Mao's eyes, Wang Li was just a barbecue seller, but he didn't expect that this kid had such a foundation.

No wonder people often say that people who are village chiefs have money. This old man looks at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, maybe how much money is hidden in the refrigerator.

"yes……"

Wang Li said: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Your grandpa is not a corrupt official, right?" Lao Subaru asked jokingly.

"Get out!" Wang Li said: "My grandfather is respected in the village and is greedy for you."

"It seems that it may be involved in gangs." Lao Subaru muttered secretly, touching his chin.

The old man was very skillful in doing things. He came to the study to find the official seal, and after a while, he issued more than a dozen certificates.

Without exception, all the gods and immortals have the surname Wang.

Wang Jian, Wang Kong, Wang Wei, Wang Jin... Originally, Jingwei was called Wang Jingwei, but Wang Li felt a little disgusting, so he directly asked her to call Wang Wei.

The most outrageous thing is Uncle Yu, his proof is Wang Duoyu.

After getting the certificate, Wang Li called out and was about to leave. It was raining now and he had to rush back before night.

"Slow down."

The old man called Wang Li, then took out a card from the drawer and put it in Wang Li's hand and said, "I can't use money in the village, the password is your father's birthday."

"this……"

Wang Li felt extremely heavy when he held the bank card.

How much savings can an elderly person have? Now he still has to subsidize his children.

"Hold it."

The old man waved his hand and said, "Isn't it just for him if I die? As long as he doesn't do anything randomly, he can still leave it for you if he dies."

"It's so unlucky." Wang Li was full of black lines: "How old are you, you're going to be alive and dead."

"73, here's the cliff." The old man shook his head with a wry smile.

Wang Li smiled: "It's okay, the King of Hell has no time to find you."

At the same time, he said intimately: "The King of Hell is selling wreaths in Xiangjiang. The business is not good. Now he is relying on fortune telling and he is not sure at all."

"You kid, you don't have a good appearance with your grandfather, right?" The old man laughed, and then said to the second brother and Monkey Brother: "Little brother, you can come to me if you have time. I have never seen a young man as capable as you in so many years."

"Since Brother Wang has this idea, we will come to visit the house another day." The second brother hugged the old man and clasped his fists.

"hiss……"

Wang Li took a deep breath when he heard this and whispered: "Second brother, are you unkind?"

"What's wrong?"

"Damn, you call me brothers, I'm praying to you, and now you call me grandpa and brother... You're very difficult for me to do it." Wang Li was depressed. What's this called?

"Can I follow you and call you grandpa?" Erlang Shen asked back.

"I……"

Wang Li was speechless.

Well, what is Erlang Shen’s identity? He doesn’t take it seriously even if he has only one uncle in the sky and the earth. He is already quite condescending to call him a mortal brother. He really can’t ask too much.

“By the way.”

When he came to the street and saw Lao Mao’s car, Wang Li seemed to remember something again and asked, “What’s going on in our village? Why is there no one guarding the gate at the entrance of the village? So we drove in.”

"Don't mention it."

The old man said helplessly: "I have nothing to do when I am idle, so I'll go to Qingfeng to listen to the evening class."

"When did the people in our village have such faith?" Wang Li was very surprised.

Qingfeng Temple is a dilapidated temple in the desert outside Wangjia Village. When Wang Li was a child, he often went there to play. There were only a few Taoists in it to travel all year round. There was basically no incense, and there was no incense, so there would be no incense.

People in Wangjia Village do not believe in gods and Buddhas. When they came last time, the old man complained that the villagers were not so good. They demolished the temple of Qingfeng Temple and pulled them home to build a pigpen. The Taoist priests in Qingfeng Temple came to the door, and in the end the village paid the money.

I didn’t expect that in less than a year, the people in the village had changed their temper and had to go to Qingfeng to watch the evening class when it rained.
Chapter completed!