The blind box of the plane was exposed, and foreigners cried for entry into China

Over there, Ling Xiaoyue and his group of six had finished their breakfast, and Chen Xi had just put away the tables and chairs when he saw an old man walking up the official road. The old man was carrying a bamboo backpack covered with a navy blue flowered cloth, and he was walking towards this side along the fork in the road that Ling Xiaoyue and his group had come from.

Old Man Zhang was from the Zhang Family Manor. Yes, he was the father of Zhang Erquan's father. They were both heirs of the family. Zhang Erquan's father's father, Zhang Erquan's grandfather, had been exiled from the family home due to his age and moved to the Zhang Family Manor outside the city. However, the old man couldn't sit still and wanted to continue contributing to the Zhang family. So the eldest young master found a way to team up with the Grand Marshal to set up a teahouse in this place not too far from the city.

At first, everyone laughed at their eldest son and the Grand Marshal's son for their ridiculous behavior. It would only take an hour's walk and a few breaths to get to the city, so why set up a tea stall in such a short distance? Isn't that like taking off your pants to fart? The Grand Marshal's son was furious and rushed over, wanting to beat up those dandies. But the eldest son hugged the Grand Marshal's son's waist tightly, saying, "It only takes a few breaths to get to the city, are you guys going to die? Your breaths are so long?" The dandies were so angry that their faces turned red.

Later, Old Man Zhang also understood why the eldest young master and the Grand Marshal's son wanted to set up a teahouse in this place.

Firstly, this place is a three-way intersection. Whether coming from the village road, the official road, or the waterway, all people will pass through here to enter the city. Secondly, it's right between Zhangjiazhuang and the city. Traveling back and forth to the stall by myself isn't too tiring, and I can still go back to the village and sleep well at night. Thirdly, of course, because it's so close to the city, no one wants to spend money on food here. At most, they'll spend a few coppers to get a cup of tea from the old man to rest and refresh themselves. And then there's the wealthy families who have traveled thousands of miles to the city, which is so filthy, and they need a place to rest and wash up.

So the eldest young master of the family found the son of the Taiwei family, paid for the felling of all the trees at the intersection, and then found a new job for the old man.

That day, Old Man Zhang got up and went out as usual, carrying the three-grain flour pancakes baked by his wife on his back and heading to the teahouse. From a distance, he spotted a new building next to his teahouse. What was going on? Was someone trying to steal my job? Old Man Zhang took two quick steps onto the official road, and with his dim presbyopic eyes, he could finally see clearly that this wasn't a new teahouse trying to steal my business, but a stone house that belonged only to the immortals.

Ling Xiaoyue watched an old man approach the official road. Standing there, stunned, staring at the store, he glanced back, a moment of embarrassment. Because the entire second bedroom was combined, the exterior walls were a tiled concrete wall and a large glass window. The wall shelves, renovated in a few hours, could be moved to the center to create merchandise shelves. So, they'd retained the light wall and, ingeniously, hung a row of flower pot racks outside the windows, filled with the gardenias so characteristic of Province C.

The tiled side now faced the old man's direction. The window faced the other road and the city. Ling Xiaoyue knew it was the wrong position, but switching it would consume energy, so this could be a way to save some. The landlord didn't have any surplus food.

"Father, why don't you come in and take a look?" Cheng Jia greeted him warmly.

Ling Xiaoyue went to the side to sort out the raw materials in the cart, washing and cutting them.

Old Man Zhang watched all this in a daze, wanting to yell, "Bold monster!" But then he saw the young man across from him, his face warm and gentle as jade. He wanted to yell angrily, "How shameless!" But then he saw the woman, with most of her arms exposed, peeling garlic, washing vegetables, and carrying the table. Her movements were very neat.

He glanced again and again at the strange porcelain stone house that had suddenly sprung up next to his teahouse overnight. Old Man Zhang swallowed hard and finally moved forward. "Young Master said, 'A gentleman should not speak of strange things.' That means there are no gods or ghosts in this world." So, this... Hey! Just feel it and you'll know if it's a human or a ghost. Ghosts and demons are cold-blooded!

Old man Zhang walked into his own teahouse, put down his backpack, and tilted half of his head to look to the side.

Seeing Cheng Jia still smiling at him, he finally mustered up the courage to stand opposite Cheng Jia. He quickly reached out and touched Cheng Jia's face.

Cheng Jia... Ling Xiaoyue... and Su Yu and Lin Chen, who were helping to dig the stove and set up the pot... were so shocked that they forgot what to do.

Chen Xi slapped his thigh. "Oh no! The young master's innocence has been destroyed right before my eyes! I'm guilty! I'm guilty of a heinous crime! The young master is no longer clean. I don't know how to hide under the covers when I get home." Chen Xi felt heartbroken and overwhelmed.

Wow, so tender and smooth! Old Man Zhang could barely contain his saliva. Just as he was beginning to rejoice at the sensation, he came to his senses and slapped himself hard. This wasn't a demon, it was a living person!

He quickly bowed and apologized, "Sir, please forgive me. You are so handsome, and this stone house has risen from the ground overnight. It really makes me feel so shocked. I suspect it is the work of a demon, so I have resorted to this desperate measure."

Cheng Jia reacted instantly when Old Man Zhang approached him, but he suppressed his reflexes and stood there stiffly, accepting the rude insults from the ancient lunatic.

After hearing Old Man Zhang's explanation, he suppressed his anger and continued with a gentle smile, "Is there something behind this? May I ask what your name is, old man?"

"My surname is Zhang, and I'm a scion of the Zhang family in Jiangnan Prefecture. Just call me Old Man Zhang." Seeing that the young man in strange attire wasn't angry at all, Old Man Zhang said slowly. "Sir, you must be from a foreign country. But judging by your figure and features, you're clearly a descendant of the Han Chinese family."

Ling Xiaoyue and the others were preparing the hot pot base nearby, eavesdropping with their ears perked up. When they heard Old Man Zhang introduce himself, Su Yu and Ling Xiaoyue nearly burst out laughing. Ling Xiaoyue's mouth twitched, trying not to laugh, but her eyes were clearly smiling. Su Yu kept a straight face and pursed his lips, but the people around him could still hear him making "puffing" sounds. It was like he was releasing air. The air felt stale. They quietly moved away.

Cheng Jia's ears twitched, suppressing his suspicions as he replied to Old Man Zhang, "We are not those extraterritorial people. We are undoubtedly our fellow Chinese. As for our attire," Cheng Jia's mind raced, wondering whether to make up an excuse or tell the truth, considering the future. He also considered Ling Xiaoyue's explanation of the bottomless pit of small targets in the system. "We all come from a future millennium. These towering structures are the technology of our land." As for what that technology was, Cheng Jia deliberately left it daunting.

"No wonder you didn't know. They say that when demons and ghosts transform into humans, they must possess human skin. They look just like ordinary people, but only by touching and feeling the coldness of their bodies can you tell they are not human."

Cheng Jia felt numb when he heard this, and only when he felt the cold did he realize that he was not a human. If it was winter, would you still put your hand into my arms and touch me? Cheng Jia shuddered.

"A thousand years later? Sir, don't make fun of me." Old Man Zhang stroked his beard. "How is that possible?" Could this man actually go back in time?

"Looking at the old man's elegant conversation, I think he must be well-educated. If you don't believe me, just go into the room and you will know."

Old man Zhang stroked his beard and looked at the tiles on the stone house. My goodness, these jade-white porcelains were stuck on the wall like this. Even if they were from the future, they must belong to some wealthy family, right?

He looked at the sky, which was still not bright, and then at the vague shadows on the ground. He said with a smile: "It's almost dawn, and I have to make some tea to cool down the sun, otherwise it will be too late when the sun comes out."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jia quickly said, "The old man will go and do his own thing." He thought to himself that these ancient old people were actually harder to fool than modern people. No wonder there is an old saying that "an old man in the family is like a treasure."

Old man Zhang returned to the teahouse, lit a fire and made tea, but his eyes kept glancing at his new neighbor from time to time.

The pit they just dug was a stove, right? What kind of iron tool was that? It was quite sharp. He took out the tinder from his pocket, carefully lit the fire, and put a handful of firewood on it. He looked at his new neighbor again. Wow! What a huge iron pot? But why is this pot white? It doesn't look like silver, but it looks like iron. What kind of pot is this? Old man Zhang stood up and took out today's tea from his backpack. He then spread today's three-grain flour cakes on the dustpan and covered it with a cloth. He looked over there again. Oh wow, they've set up a pot. How did they gather so much wood? What can they cook with it? Such a big pot, it can't even heat up.

Old man Zhang's heart was pounding as he watched.