"Uncle Fu, I haven't seen you for many years, can you still recognize me?" Shen Lang pulled Ye Yuyan and trotted to Xiao Sanlun.

Uncle Fu is eighty years old this year, but his eyes are OK. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. "Little Langer."

"Uncle Fu, can you recognize me?" Ye Yuyan asked expectantly.

“Don’t know.”

The answer was quite straightforward.

Why?

Ye Yuyan was seriously unbalanced and pinched Brother Lang's waist. "Speak, why can Uncle Fu admit his mistake at first glance but I can't? Have you ever harmed Uncle Fu before? If you don't come by the real trick, I can pinch your waist."

Damn, Uncle Fu can recognize who I am. Is this my fault?

Shen Lang looked sobbing but no tears, "Queen, please spare me, I have never harmed Uncle Fu. The reason why Uncle Fu recognized me at a glance is that I guess he is handsome, right?"

"Speak well." Ye Yuyan increased the strength, and Brother Lang was about to kneel down.

The reason why Uncle Fu can remember the face of the King of Routines is that from the age of eight to ten, Brother Lang would wait for Uncle Fu under the old bridge in Xiangjiang after school every day.

The old bridge was steep and long in the past, and Uncle Fu was exhausted every time he went on the bridge. The reason why Brother Lang waited for Uncle Fu was to help Uncle Fu push his cart up, which took several years to push. Later, a new bridge was built, but Uncle Fu never appeared.

"Girl, Xiao Lang'er is a good boy, don't pinch him. Come on, Xiao Lang'er, Uncle Fu invites you to eat maltose." In the past, the king of routines would get a piece of maltose reward every time he helped Uncle Fu push the cart on the bridge. Uncle Fu always thought that Shen Lang helped him for a piece of maltose.

In fact, Brother Lang doesn’t like sweets.

He helped Uncle Fu push his cart onto the bridge, but he didn't expect Uncle Fu to fall again.

When he was eight years old, when he came back from the countryside, it was raining heavily. When he passed the slope of Xiangjiang Bridge, he saw an old man pushing a small three-wheeler uphill. When he was halfway through, he didn't have enough strength, so the car went back and the person fell down.

After that day, our brother Lang began to be Lei Feng every day.

"Uncle Fu, if you remember correctly, you may be eighty this year, right?" Shen Lang was about to dig a hole.

Uncle Fu chiseled two pieces of maltose and handed them to Shen Lang and Ye Yuyan, "It's eighty."

"You still have to sell maltose when you are so old. Uncle Fu, are you short of money?" After saying that, Brother Lang acted like he wanted to take out his wallet, but after spending it for a long time, he might not have taken out anything.

Uncle Fu shook his head and subconsciously looked at the old well that had been sealed not far away. "My two sons are abroad and the other is in the capital. They send money every month, and I am not short of money. When I was young, I met my old woman here. When the old woman was still there, I had to eat a piece of malt sugar I made every day. Alas, she has been away for many years, and I just want to find memories."

Retrieving memories, what a story worthy of praise! Brother Lang tasted maltose, and the taste was still the taste of childhood. It was really rare to keep the taste unchanged for decades.

"Uncle Fu, can I take you as my teacher?"

"I have been passed down from generation to generation, and I have not passed down from generation to generation." Uncle Fu smiled bitterly, "My children and grandchildren are reluctant to learn the crafts passed down from generation to generation. If outsiders want to learn, I cannot violate the ancestral teachings. I feel very uncomfortable!"

"Grandpa, from today on you, you will be my dear grandpa."

Brother Lang's operation shocked Uncle Fu, and he couldn't be more careful.

"I..." Uncle Fu didn't know whether he was excited or why, and he stuttered and couldn't speak.

Brother Lang Shanqi knelt on the ground, "I will be my grandfather for one day, and I will be my grandfather for the rest of my life. Please accept my grandson's worship."

"Okay, okay, good grandson get up quickly." Suddenly, there was another grandson. Uncle Fu was so excited that he didn't want it, even though he knew that the motive was not simple.

Ye Yuyan didn't understand why this guy could be so rude and just recognize his grandfather. Is this really good?

"Grandpa, in the future, I will build a free nursing home. I will live in it with elderly people whose children are not around. Will you come here?" A picture appeared in Shen Lang's mind. The elderly people in the picture were happily living every day. There were those who guided young people to make maltose, some weaving bamboo baskets, and many traditional crafts.

In China, many traditional crafts are disappearing bit by bit.

Shen Lang had many ideas, one of which was to save those traditional crafts that were about to disappear.

"Go, go immediately." After saying that, Uncle Fu immediately closed the stall and wanted to go home to move to live there.

"..." Shen Lang.

"Grandpa, I'm talking about the future."

"Shi Oh, grandpa, I'm going to move as a home, but your grandson tells me how long will it take in the future?"

“Well…ten-year plan.”

"Ten years? I'm eighty-two this year. Do you think I have the life to wait until that day comes?"

"Five years."

"I can't wait that long, I'll give you three years at most."

"Okay, it's only three years."

Brother Lang's mouth twitched and agreed. In order to realize this pie as soon as possible, he must try his best to find a way to make money.

Then, he thought of something and said, "Grandpa, I have something to discuss with you. When I learn your skills and want to build a brand, it is called Fubo Maltose. Then you will get 20% of the shares. How about it?"

Uncle Fu waved his hand, "I'm not short of money, and I don't know anything like fancy stocks. If you are really filial, you can get out the nursing home as soon as possible, even if there are only a few prefabricated houses. It's mainly because someone has to chat. Alas, people are most afraid of loneliness when they are old."

People are most afraid of loneliness when they are old. Uncle Fu said what thousands of old people want to say.

It is precisely because of Uncle Fu's words that Shen Lang made building a nursing home the priority.

I had sex with Uncle Fu for half an hour, and Shen Lang said that he would start learning to make maltose when he was freed up.

Then, Brother Lang sent his future wife home.

"Go away quickly, my dad will see you later and he will break your legs."

After entering the community, Ye Yuyan pretended to be disgusted and drove Shen Lang away quickly.

"I'll watch you go upstairs before leaving." Shen Lang handed a large bag of malt sugar to his future wife, stroked the back of his hand a few times, and smiled very satisfied.

Ye Yuyan was too lazy to curse people. She knew that this guy had no bad intentions and was just a slutty person to be scolded.

As soon as he entered the door, Ye Zhanpeng, who saw his daughter coming back, put down the newspaper in his hand. "Come on, my daughter sit here and talk to my dad."

Ye Yuyanyan said insincerely: "What's the matter with that guy? He was very annoyed when he saw him. Try this."

After picking up the malt sugar and taking a bite, Ye Zhanpeng's facial expression immediately changed. He was surprised after eating a piece. "Daughter, this is the authentic Fubo malt sugar. I haven't tasted it for more than ten years. Where did you find it?"

"That guy bought it, and he also recognized Uncle Fu as his grandfather, just to learn this craft." Speaking of this, Ye Yuyan felt sweeter than eating maltose.

She knew that the guy learned to make maltose so that he could eat it when he wanted to eat it.

"What else did he say?" Ye Zhanpeng knew that the boy must have something to convey to him through his daughter's mouth.

At this moment, Ye Yuyan's mind was full of scenes of the guy playing tricks on her, and she said carelessly: "The little hooligan didn't say anything. She casually mentioned the traditional crafts that were slowly disappearing, saying that she would move those traditional crafts to the nursing home, and the name of the nursing home was Chengcheng."

"Inheritance?" Ye Zhanpeng fell into deep thought.

The word inheritance can express too much, so we can understand and inherit the traditional craftsmanship that are gradually disappearing in China.

It can also be understood as inheriting the excellent traditional virtues of China, such as feeding back.

Don’t those elderly people who are lonely or who are for some reason need to be fed back?

Thinking of this, Ye Zhanpeng was quite pleased.

This student's realm is so high, it's really good.

You must be arrested as a son-in-law, but you cannot let others take the lead.
Chapter completed!