Ji Canghai raised a cane and poked it hard at the ground a few times: "Have you finished drinking? Just leave after drinking."
I couldn't help but laugh to myself: This guy is still as sharp as ever.
Uncle Ya leaned gently on the back of the chair: "It doesn't matter, that's all in the past."
"I……"
Uncle Ya was about to continue, but he immediately shut his mouth, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and touched the corner of his mouth with difficulty.
For a storyteller, his mouth is more valuable than his life. Now that he can no longer speak, this is more uncomfortable than killing him.
"Damn it." Ji Canghai cursed angrily, "Xiaobai, that bastard, how long has it been since he came back?"
"It's so annoying!"
"Child." Uncle Ya slowly put down the handkerchief and comforted him: "When you were his age, you were more playful than him, right?"
Ji Canghai's eyes widened: "Then there will be time, right? The two of us at home are waiting for the rice to be cooked!"
"Just shout." Uncle Ya sneered a few times: "The more you shout, the hungrier you get. Look at me, I'm not hungry."
Having said that, I no longer need to ask.
Uncle Ya was the backbone of the teahouse, but now that he no longer has the ability to tell stories, the business of the teahouse has naturally plummeted.
Once their income is interrupted, they may not even be able to afford their next meal.
Now the only one who can take the lead is Xiaobai.
But Uncle Ya is right. He is a child after all, and the things he can solve are ultimately limited.
While Uncle Ya was talking to Ji Canghai, I stuffed 20,000 yuan under the chair cushion.
No one knew about all this, not even Xiaomei sitting next to me.
I cleared my throat, stood up slowly, and took out two more change from my pocket: "I put the water money here."
People used to say that a penny cannot defeat a hero. Now look at it, this is still too conservative.
Uncle Ya is full of knowledge, and his culture, large and small, spans the ages.
In terms of Kung Fu, Ji Canghai was once a very popular professional Muay Thai fighter, and his family has more medals than furniture.
The two of them are both civilized and military. Which one is not an upright hero?
But now, because the food buyer didn't come back, I can only stare and feel hungry.
This tragic situation was something I had never imagined before. The moment I went out, I had already made a decision.
Within the scope allowed by the rules, I want to make money, and I want to make a lot of money!
Not long after I came out of the teahouse, there were lively shouts not far from the street.
I looked up and saw that a lot of people had gathered near the intersection. They formed a circle one by one, stretching their necks and looking intently at the center of the circle.
I have seen enough of this street style, and I am not in the mood to watch the excitement.
As I got closer to the crowd, my voice gradually changed its tone.
This doesn't seem to be a trick, it seems like a fight.
Just as I passed by the crowd, the noise became louder and louder. I glanced aside and immediately stopped.
Three adults surrounded Xiaobai, punching and kicking him as if they were free of charge. Xiaobai could only roll on the ground holding his head.
Xiaobai was originally a child, mentally and physically immature, and was unable to cope with three adults.
The key is, there is a group of people around, but no one cares.
"Hey, hey, hey."
I got in along with the crowd and raised my hand to stop the fist that was about to fall.
The moment I grabbed his wrist, I clearly felt a strong force.
But this moment completely aroused the anger in my heart.
It's shameless enough for an adult to bully a child in the street, but the key is to do it with deadly force.
The strong man in front of me had a full beard, his heart hair sprouted from the linen waistcoat, and his palms were as big as cattail leaf fans.
The strong man glared at me: "Are you meddling in my own business?"
I glanced sideways and saw several sifting cups on the stall next to me.
I didn't say anything, but pulled my hand back as quickly as possible and shook him gently.
"With so many people watching, you're bullying a kid?"
The strong man had a look of disdain on his face, holding his shoulders and scanning my body back and forth like an X-ray with his eyes.
"Brother, do you understand the rules? When you enter the game, there are no adults or children. Today, you are my dad. Even if you lose, you have to pay!"
