Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

Qingshan Village

Yang Dashan brought everyone back home. He first went to his own house and asked his family members to get off the carriage. Then he and Damao drove the carriage to send Yang Bailin back.

The village chief's family has been thinking about Yang Bailin these days, wondering whether he passed the exam.

As soon as Mr. Zheng and his colleagues checked the list, they knew that the good news from the county government would probably not be delivered until tomorrow, so the village chief didn't know that his grandson had passed the examination.

Along the way, everyone who saw Yang Dashan's carriage asked, "Dashan, where are you going by driving the carriage here?"

"Not going anywhere, just walking around."

"Oh, Damao and Brother Lin are back. They have been in the capital for a while."

"Yes, I've been there for a while."

The carriage finally stopped in front of the village chief's yard. "Uncle village chief, are you home? Brother Lin is back."

Now that it’s almost dinner time, everyone is generally at home.

When the village chief and his family heard the voice that Brother Lin had returned, they all hurried out and saw their grandson getting off the carriage, along with Damao.

Yang Bolin stopped two steps in front of the village head and his men, lifted his clothes, knelt down and kowtowed, saying: "My grandson lived up to everyone's expectations and passed the examination as a Tongsheng, and lived up to the expectations of my family."

When the village chief and his family heard that he had passed the examination, these few words sounded the best. After realizing what was going on, the village chief shouted, "Great, great, great! Finally, we have taken a step forward." Three "Great"s in a row.

The village head's wife said: "Thanks to the blessing of our ancestors, Brother Lin finally passed the examination and became a student. It's worth his years of studying late into the night."

When Berlin's mother heard the good news, tears streamed down her face.

The village chief looked at Damao and asked Yang Dashan, "How did Damao do in the exam?"

Da Mao smiled and greeted the village chief and said, "I lived up to everyone's expectations and passed the examination."

When the village chief heard this, he was overjoyed: "Great, great, great! Now there are two young men in the village. This is a great event, a great joy."

When the villagers around heard that two young scholars had suddenly appeared in the village, they jumped for joy. This was not just a matter for one family, but for the entire village.

The news of the two young students caused a sensation in the village, and everyone had something to talk about after dinner. They had watched the two students grow up. There were many interesting things in their childhood.

Villagers: Tongsheng is a scholar who is going to take exams. How dare you tell others about your childhood bad things? Don't you have to help cover it up? What if you become a high-ranking official one day and still listen to the villagers talking about where you peed and pooped when you were a child?

As soon as Yang Dashan and Damao finished talking to the village chief, they went to invite a few old men who were building stoves to their house, saying they wanted to chat.

The old men just thought that it was because Damao passed the examination and was just calling them over to have a chat, but who knew that Yang Dashan had given them a big order.

Several old men came to Yang Dashan's house, and Old Lady Yang called them: "Come and sit down, come and sit down, and try this snack. Damao brought it back from the city, and it's suitable for us old guys with bad teeth."

"Your teeth are bad, mine are fine."

"That's right, give me a pig's trotter and see if I can bite it."

"Grandpa, I can bite it too." Xiao Cao'er squeezed next to these old guys and said.

"Yes, let's see if our little grass's teeth are in good condition."

"It's fine, you can eat chicken legs."

Xiao Cao'er is a happy person and made the old men laugh.

Soon Li brought the dinner up, and the old men said, "Let's not eat. There are so many of us, how much food do we need?"

Yang Dashan said with a smile: "Grandpa can eat as much as he wants. After dinner, I still have something to discuss with the uncles."

Several old men have shown interest. Is there anything you want to discuss with them?

"Oh, what is it?"

Old Lady Yang: "Eat first, eat first. Nothing is more important than eating."

Everyone then sat down to eat at ease. Because Yang Dashan said he had something to discuss later, they all stopped drinking, fearing that they would drink too much and delay things.

At the begging table, several old men asked about some things in Damao's city. They couldn't hide the envy in their eyes that Damao had passed the examination and became a student after only one year of attending private school.

When they were young, Damao's grandfather had experienced more than them as he had been a bodyguard, and he also learned a few words from others. He couldn't teach Yang Dashan when he came back, so he taught his grandson in bed when he fell ill.

While giving credit to his grandfather, we should also praise Damao's own intelligence. If he was as smart as Yang Dashan, could he have been taught?

After the meal, Li, Ermao and Sanmao quickly cleared the dishes and served tea. Yang Dashan then talked to the old men about building the oven.

"Ah, you're interested in this Tuyaozi restaurant too?"

Old Lady Yang: "That's right, isn't it?"

"Yes, this is called a roasting oven. It is used to make roast duck. It is the delicious roast duck we ate yesterday." Yang Dashan explained to them.

"Without this stove, you can't make such delicious roast duck. It can be said that this is another magic weapon for making roast duck besides seasoning."

Xiao Caoer: It’s not that magical, Dad. You’re exaggerating a little.

Grandpa Qiangzi asked: "What do we old men need to do?"

"It's like this. Our Da Mao worshipped Master Zheng as his teacher. The owner of Jixiang Restaurant also studied with Master Zheng. We gave the recipe of roast duck to Jixiang Restaurant. The oven was built by your uncles. We don't know how to build it, so we asked you uncles if we can go out and help build it when the time comes."

The old men looked at each other. How could they just give away this recipe that they could use to make a living? They felt like they were being cheated.

Master Qiangzi: "Dashan, you're just going to give this recipe to someone like that? You're not being fooled, are you?"

Old Lady Yang: "How can we be fooled? Master Damao is right here. Could it be that he took Damao in as his apprentice just to trick us into believing in a recipe?"

Several old men: It seems that it is not true. The master is like a father. If your apprentice is not doing well, how can you as a master have face? It is the same as being a scholar. If your apprentice is not promising, you as a teacher will also lose face.