"Haha, I heard that Xiao Baoer is good at studying, so my grandfather brought you a pen to see if he likes it..." Mr. Huang took out a small box with exquisite packaging from his inner pocket of his clothes while drinking milk.

"Hero brand? Is it old brand? Is it cost a lot of money?" Yang Ming saw the golden word "hero" on the box at a glance.

"What a lot of money? This was paid by our factory back then. Humph, I was a cultural person in our factory back then. Our factory manager asked me to be an accountant for a while and specially provided me with a pen." Mr. Huang said proudly.

"You are so strong that you are so old that you are still rehired by the factory manager..." Yang Ming took the pen and placed the bottom directly in front of Mr. Huang. The words on it were, 'January 1, 2011', which was clearly what he had just left the factory two days ago.

"Ah... that..." Uncle Huang became embarrassed. He didn't pay attention to these things. He never expected that there was a factory date on the pen. He couldn't help but glared at Yang Ming fiercely, "I'll buy a pen for my granddaughter, do you still have to worry about it?"

"I don't care about this, but is this money too expensive? I asked this type of pen, which costs 1,500 yuan per pen..." Yang Ming opened the pen case and took out the pen.

This is a very exquisite all-metal pen with extremely smooth lines and exquisite and simple production, which looks like a bargain.

"Dad, I want this pen..." Xiao Baoer snatched the pen. Seeing that Xiao Baoer was so ignorant, Yang Ming was about to frown, "Give grandpa a thousand five..."

"What?" Uncle Huang was about to be happy when he saw that Xiao Baoer liked the gift he brought, but when he heard Xiao Baoer paying, he couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Grandpa is not a seller of fountain pens..."

"Then Baoer doesn't want it..." Xiao Baoer put the pen in the pen box without saying a word, closed the lid, and handed it back to Mr. Huang.

"..." Mr. Huang's mouth moved and could not say anything at all. He glared at Yang Ming angrily and said, "Why are you doing stand still? Why don't you give the money quickly?"

"I discovered it. The most treacherous one is our little baby..." Yang Ming took out a stack of money from under the quilt of the kang, counted fifteen old man's heads, and handed it to Mr. Huang.

"Just fourteen cards, the difference is less than 20 yuan, and the eighty yuan is just my gift to Baoer..." Mr. Huang said depressedly.

"I will definitely not refuse this..." Yang Ming smiled and drew another one from the fifteen pictures.

"Look... Grandpa got 1,400 yuan back. This time, you should accept that pen, right?..." Mr. Huang shook a stack of money in front of Xiao Baoer and said.

"Hehe, thank you grandpa..." Xiao Baoer then smiled and put the pen into her pocket.

"You little clever..." Mr. Huang also laughed.

"Okay, let's put the table to eat..." Auntie Fat prepared the meal outside and shouted with her voice.

"Oh, I'll put the table..." Xiao Baoer quickly jumped off the kang and went to the outer room to move the kang table.

"Haha, our Baoer is so sensible..." Mr. Huang praised with a smile.

Xiao Baoer happily put down the table, and then went to Houyuan to ask the mothers to have dinner together.

"The little girl is getting more and more energetic..." Mr. Huang said with a smile.

"No, I couldn't stop talking when I saw Tian'er's goat milk..." Yang Ming was also quite pleased.

"That's probably true. My brain is very useful, but I may not be smart..." Mr. Huang said with a smile.

Goat's milk is just a brain-enhancing thing and cannot make people smart.

"I said Yang Ming, this big brother looks quite young? Why do you call him uncle?" Auntie Fat walked in with a basin of stuffed rice, put it in the center of the kang table, and said.

"Big girl, I'm almost 70 years old, and I'm still young?" Mr. Huang said with a smile.

"What's the thing? I'm in my seventies?" Fat Aunt's eyes widened, "That's seventy?"

"That's right..." Uncle Huang nodded with a smile.

"It doesn't look like it, it doesn't look like it at all..." Aunt Fat looked at Mr. Huang and shook her head repeatedly.

"But that's the truth. I'm really almost seventy. If you change my account, if you check your household registration, I can show you my ID card..." Mr. Huang said with a smile.

"It's really seventy?" Aunt Fat asked again.

"It's really seventy, why am I lying to you? If you don't believe it, ask Yang Ming..." In order to prove that he is indeed seventy, Mr. Huang even thought about the witness.

"Yes, yes, yes, I can prove it..." Yang Ming quickly became a witness to Mr. Huang.

"Oh my God, how did you take care of it? Why are you so young?" Aunt Fat moaned, feeling a little dizzy, and the whole world was overturned. This small mountain village exuded a strange feeling from the inside out.

"No, I just took some health supplements..." Uncle Huang couldn't stop smiling.

"Health care product?" Aunt Fat's heart moved, and she became hot. Can people keep young? Is this still a health care product? It's simply a elixir and asked hurriedly: "What kind of health care product?"

"It's the kind of grape-flavored scrambled eggs we ate in the morning..." Yang Ming said.

"That's the elixir..." Aunt Fat was stunned for a moment, then began to beat her chest and stamp her feet: "Oh, they are all that old liar. If he hadn't protected the plate, I wouldn't have been able to eat it in one bite..."
Chapter completed!