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Mr. Fu: “?”

It’s this unfilial grandson again!

Normally, he is nowhere to be seen, but whenever he wants to improve his relationship with his good granddaughter, this bad grandson will suddenly jump out from nowhere.

When Mr. Fu saw the young man approaching with a smile, his face darkened.

Just at this time, Fu Sihuai also walked in from outside.

The old man seemed to have found a way to deal with Xiaoyue. He raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Fu Sihuai, can you control your son!"

Fu Yueci looked over innocently: "Dad, I didn't do anything."

These grandfather and grandson quarrel every day, and it's always the same.

After coming back from outside, he didn't go back home, but first came to Xiao's house for a stroll, as if only in this way would the day be complete, and only then could he go home and eat contentedly.

Of course Fu Sihuai didn't care and said nothing.

I originally wanted to pretend I didn't see them and walk around them, but the old man kept chattering there, saying things like Xiaoyue was lawless.

Fu Sihuai paused and stared at Fu Yueci for a while.

He used to think Xiaoyue was a bit mean, but since this afternoon, when he found out that Xiaohua had secretly gone to play racing without his knowledge, he suddenly felt that Xiaoyue's meanness was nothing.

Compared with Xiaohua who "does great things quietly", Xiaoyue's little troubles can even be considered as being obedient and sensible.

Thinking of this, Fu Sihuai's eyes gradually became kind.

Fu Yueci, who witnessed the change in his expression, asked: "......?"

He was so uncomfortable that he even got goosebumps.

He said whatever he wanted to say, crossed his arms and asked in fear, "Dad, why are you looking at me like that? Are you going to sell me out?"

Fu Sihuai said nothing and walked around him.

Before Fu Yueci could recover, the old man who liked to watch the fun said something slowly behind him.

"Sell you, I'll have someone buy you to Africa,"

"?"

These cold and ruthless words suddenly turned into something very gentle in the middle of their speech.

"Qingqing, how about we let your brother go to Africa to dig for diamonds and then bring them back to make beautiful dresses?"

The little girl sniffed and said blankly, "Let's not do it, Grandpa..."

Mr. Fu was very fond of it. He squatted beside her and said with a smile: "Then I will listen to you, Qingqing. I won't sell it."

Fu Yueci: “.”

This bad grandpa.

He suddenly rushed forward, picked up Qingqing who was squatting on the ground and ran away, leaving the old man standing there, pointing at his back and cursing him angrily.

If he were fifty years younger, he would definitely chase after Qingqing and snatch her back, and at the same time hit his grandson on the head with his cane.

Just now when Xiaoyue carried Qingqing away, the little fox that had been staying by her legs also ran away with her.

The old man looked at its attentive back and touched his chin thoughtfully.

This fat fox is so lazy that he doesn't dare to move today.

He wouldn't do anything bad again, would he? He's just begging you to pick it up.

Thinking of this, the old man stopped a servant of the Xiao family who was passing by, and learned from her that the blood ginseng leaves had been eaten.

He turned around and walked towards the place where the blood ginseng was planted.

When he arrived at the place and saw the growth of the blood ginseng plants, he felt something was wrong, so he squatted down and took a closer look.

Although he knew that the plants in the Xiao family grew very fast, the growth rate of these plants was a bit too scary.

Maybe that’s why Qingqing cares about them.

Mr. Fu took out his cell phone and looked through his address book. He called his friend who knew about herbal medicine and asked him to come over tomorrow to see if these blood ginsengs could be used as medicine.

He told Xiao Qingdai and brought the person to the Xiao family the next day.

The old man is old and has many friends, all of whom are retired bigwigs in various fields. He came here with his thermos cup, feeling as relaxed as if he was shopping.

After meeting, he looked like he didn't care much.

Mr. Fu led him to the Xiao family, and he unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of tea.

Last night, the old man told him on the phone that those blood ginsengs had only been planted for less than a year, and he didn't know why he was in such a hurry.

Therefore, he didn't take it seriously.

He had always heard people say that the air in the Xiao family area was good, so he decided to come here today to breathe some fresh air and relax.

When I got there, I saw that it was true. All the foul air in his body had been purified after a while.

Great place, this is a great place.

Mr. Ye took another sip of tea and sighed, "Old Fu, you have good vision. You bought the two houses across the street in advance. If they were put there now, I don't know how many times they would be worth. If I were the original owner, I would regret it so much."

As he spoke, he stopped and began to admire the garden.

Old Master Fu nodded perfunctorily, and when he saw that the man didn't catch up, he turned back to pull him.

In fact, he didn't buy the house for its appreciation. He bought it simply because he couldn't live without his lovely granddaughter.

"Don't drink it anymore. Come with me to see the blood ginseng first, and then drink it when you come back."

When he led the man to the place and saw the crimson blood ginseng under the leaves, the indifference on Grandpa Ye's face instantly disappeared.

He walked over, squatted beside the blood ginseng plants, carefully parted the leaves, and looked amazed.

"Are you sure you've only grown this ginseng for a year?"

Mr. Fu nodded calmly, "Yes."

In fact, it was less than a year. He lied to the old man.

I originally thought that one year would be more reasonable, but now looking at the expression on the old man's face, it is still too early to say one year. I should say two years.

Old Master Ye exclaimed in amazement: "In my opinion, these blood ginsengs of yours are not ordinary ones. I am afraid they will give birth to ginseng spirits in the future."

Blood ginseng is spiritual. Some blood ginsengs that are hundreds of years old will produce ginseng essence, which is like life. You can even feel the pulse beating from the ginseng body.

"This is incredible! This is something that can save lives." After sighing, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "By the way, Lao Fu, do you sell it? I want to buy one."

Mr. Fu shook his head and pointed to the tallest building of the Xiao family in the distance: "This belongs to Qingdai, how can I make the decision?"

"Ok."

Mr. Ye was extremely disappointed.

If you have a plant of this top-grade life-saving medicinal herb at home, it will feel like a magic needle that can stabilize the sea.

But a family like the Xiao family would never be short of money for a single herb. Unfortunately, he didn't have a close relationship with the Xiao family, so he couldn't ask for it.

He took a sip of tea to calm himself down.

The two men stood in front of these blood ginsengs, and Mr. Ye suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, where's Qingqing? It's been a long time since I last saw her."

In the past, Mr. Fu took Qingqing to visit many old friends' homes, and they became acquaintances.

Mr. Fu thought for a moment and said, "It seems like she's at my house. When I went to pick you up this morning, I saw Xiaoyue carrying her home."

"Oh," Old Master Ye took another sip of tea and narrowed his old eyes. "Please consider what I said last time. My grandson is about the same age as Qingqing. How about arranging a marriage for them?"

Mr. Fu thought to himself: Of course not.

Not to mention that his granddaughter is now obsessed with her sister Wen You. Even if she doesn't like her anymore, no ordinary man can be worthy of her.

The shrewd old man would definitely not say it directly, as that would offend people.

He put his hands in his pockets and sighed helplessly: "Alas, I can't make the decision on this matter. You should talk to Qingdai."