Chapter 567

"One hundred and twenty years old?" the three brothers and sisters in the car were surprised.

Jiangbei country took a breath, and the sloppy monk appeared in his mind. He said, "I can't see that the monk is a hundred years old!"

"Yes, although it's sloppy and pickled a little, it looks like it's only about 50 at most. It's 120!" Jiang Beiju said.

"He must be a martial artist," Jiang Baoling said.

Jiang Zongcheng shook his head and said, "he has left the category of martial arts cultivation and is a cultivator."

"No wonder..." several people suddenly.

Jiang Zongcheng said, "but the monk never said he was a cultivator. He told me once, but he just said he was a cultivator! I have never seen him practice, such as practicing kung fu or anything else.

I asked him what is practice?

The monk was planting vegetables and said that this was practice.

So I grew vegetables with him, which suddenly reminds me of the feeling of being an educated youth in the 1960s. It's very wonderful.

I opened a vegetable garden with the monk, watered it, caught insects, and watched the vegetables grow up.

The monk tells me some life philosophies every day, which are superficial and easy to understand. However, when he says it from his mouth, it feels different.

The next year, we started building houses. I used to be a bricklayer and could do construction work. It took half a year to build several houses.

In the third year, open up the ground, dig pits and raise fish.

I asked the monk whether he raised fish to see or to eat. The monk said, "to eat!"

Jiangbei National Highway: "the monk is not taboo. He is old and in poor health. I seldom eat meat, but I ate a big bowl of stew made by the monk at noon!"

Jiangbei said, "noodles are very strong."

Jiang Zongcheng smiled faintly and said, "I made the noodles myself with the monk. The sweet potato I planted is absolutely natural and pollution-free."

"Oh, you know, I brought some home just now." Jiang Beiju said.

"The monk said that there was a surprise for his father." Jiangbei national highway, "what surprise will it be?"

"He's a God, and he said that we Jiang family will have great luck in the coming year." Jiang Beiju said.

Jiang Zongcheng closed his eyes for a moment, seemed to be thinking about something, and then asked, "how's business?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiangbei directly said, "a few days ago, I took land No. 12 in Shizhong District."

Jiang Beiju added: "the price is very low, only 15 million per mu."

Jiang Baoling was stunned and said, "the price is not high in Shizhong District."

Jiangbei nodded and said, "it's not high. Even if house prices fluctuate in the future, you don't have to worry about losing money."

"Is this the beginning of my Jiang family's luck?" Jiang Beiju said with a smile.

Jiang Zongcheng looked at Jiang Baoling driving and said, "when will you get married?"

Jiang Baoling shook her head and said with a bitter smile, "I knew you would ask this. There are more than thirty people left in your daughter. She can't get married."

Jiang Zongcheng sighed, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

When the vehicle got off the highway, it was foggy, and the fog in front was churning.

Jiang Baoling lowered her speed. "Is Mengmeng coming back?"

Jiang Bei nodded. "I should have been back long ago."

"Should?" Jiang Baoling raised her eyebrows.

Jiangbei smiled bitterly and said, "her school had a holiday more than half a month ago, but she didn't go home. Your sister-in-law called her and said she went to Haichuan to find you."

"Looking for me?" Jiang Baoling looked innocent.

"Call her again in a few days. She said she didn't find you. She went back to Qizhou. She came home in a few days and hasn't seen anyone. I guess she's the next you." Jiang Beiju said with a headache.

"The women of the Jiang family have always been overbearing. There's no way. This is heredity." Jiang Baoling is both proud and helpless.

The vehicle slowly entered the corridor leading to Jiangjia manor, which is connected with the wide outer ring road, with a length of three kilometers.

One kilometer away from her home, Jiang Baoling took a breath and slowed down again. "Who's ahead?"

"Someone?" Jiang Beiguo was stunned. He sat in the co pilot's position and stared at the front.

On both sides of the front corridor, there are two rows of black cars, all-in-one luxury cars, or high-end SUVs.

The vehicles lined up in neat rows and stopped far away. Next to these vehicles, no one existed.

"What's the situation?" Jiangbei was also confused.

Jiang Bei took out his mobile phone and said, "I'll call Zhongbao." Zhongbao in his mouth is the housekeeper of the Jiang family. He was the second housekeeper when Zhong Bo was there.

Zhongbao's mobile phone can't be dialed.

For a moment, Jiangbei raised his forehead and sweated, "I can't get through!"

"Stop!" Jiang Beiguo shouted.

Jiang Baoling immediately stopped the car.

Jiang Zongcheng slightly opened his eyes. "Make a fuss. If there is a danger, it will come long ago. Why wait until today? Go ahead."

Jiang Baoling looks at her eldest brother and second brother.

The two nodded. Jiang Baoling put into gear and moved forward. As she moved forward, there were more and more vehicles. Finally, they came to the door. The fog was very big and the visibility was more than ten meters.

The iron door of the manor was open, and everything was as old as before.

"I'll go and see!" Jiang Baoling pointed to both sides of the iron gate, where there were dozens of people kneeling and busy. There were hundreds of people on one side.

These people knelt on the ground honestly. The weather was cold. The thermometer in the car showed that the outside temperature was eight degrees below zero, and the ground was hard and cold. These people didn't know how long they knelt here and trembled one by one.

"This is... What's the matter!" Jiang Beiguo was also surprised.

The vehicle had to stop at the door. Jiang Beiju lowered the window, "ah? Lao Wu? And... Lao Du? Lao Wei..."

Near the door, Wu Guangcheng, old man Du and old man Wei knelt here.

Wu Guangcheng's body has been paralyzed. He can't speak clearly and shivers. Even if he lies down, he also lies down. He is followed by his son and nephew, and his daughter Wu Qian doesn't appear.

The same is true of old man Du and old man Wei. All the family members have come.

The people in the car were stunned and couldn't figure out what routine this was. These people are all running dogs of tianmeng. Why are they kneeling here one by one?

Jiang Zongcheng narrowed his eyes and got out of the car.

Jiang Baoling and others also got off the bus and followed her father.

Seeing that Mr. Jiang Zongcheng got off the bus, hundreds of people kneeling on the ground immediately made a commotion and kowtowed.

Old man Du arched his hands and said excitedly, "Mr. Jiang, you're finally back. We've been kneeling here all day. We apologize to Mr. Jiang and kowtow to him for the new year."

With that, a group of people banged their heads and their foreheads were red.