He casually placed the gifts he brought against the wall.
The old village chief followed him, glanced at the things Chen Yan had brought, and frowned immediately.
Also two packs of cigarettes, two bottles of liquor, a pack of milk, and a big gift package.
But here, the cigarettes for the old village chief were Huazi, the soft kind.
The liquor was Moutai, the Feitian kind.
The old man looked carefully at Chen Yan and his tone had a touch of reproach: "Did you make a fortune? Bringing me such expensive things?"
As he said this, he grabbed Chen Yan’s arm and dragged him into the yard. When they reached the wall, the old man let go and stared at Chen Yan’s eyes: "Tell me clearly! What’s going on with you?"
"What’s going on?" Chen Yan smiled and shook his arm.
The old man was still very strong; those few tugs of his had quite the force.
Well! It seems his health is still good, he can live many more years.
In Chen Yan’s 22 years of life, the person he was closest to was his grandmother.
If there was someone who ranked second in his heart right after his grandmother, it would probably be this old man in front of him.
To the point where even if the old man got angry for no reason and kicked Chen Yan’s butt hard twice, Chen Yan wouldn’t be the least bit mad.
He would even smile and commend the old man for his agility.
Because when he was a child, he was mischievous and once stepped on the old man’s roof tiles.
When he left home to go to college, the person who carried his luggage and sent him from the village to the train station in the county, besides his grandmother, was this old village chief!
"You little rascal, still being dishonest with me!" The old man raised his eyebrow and bent down, about to take off his shoe to hit him!
Chen Yan quickly stepped back with a smile: "Master Zhao, it’s New Year’s Day, we can’t get angry, and we certainly can’t hit the kids!"
"You dare talk rules with me?" The old man didn’t take off his shoe in the end, but glared at Chen Yan and then called him back to his side, whispering: "I know you gave gifts to everyone in the village yesterday! Each family got almost a thousand bucks, and you gave away a hundred thousand in total! You’re quite generous! So, did you strike it rich outside? Even if you have money, you can’t spend it !!"
"Yeah, I found a good job, a proper job, nothing illegal, don’t worry." Chen Yan comforted, "Don’t you know me? I grew up right in front of you. I wouldn’t take a wrong path."
"That’s true." The old man nodded but still frowned: "How much could you make at your job? Don’t try to fool me!"
"I really made money. After graduation, I was playing on the folk street near the school and found a few antiques. In the city, the rich people love this kind of thing. I made a lot of money selling them."
Chen Yan made up an excuse.
This kind of thing can’t be checked.
He was originally planning to say he won the lottery, but the old man was stubborn. If he really told him that, he would ask him exactly what lottery, which draw...he would actually check!
"You’re trying to fool me!"
The old man squinted at Chen Yan and whispered: "Kid, you were naughty since you were young. When you stepped on my roof tiles, I could see what it looked like when you lied! And now you’re lying to me?"
The old man looked at Chen Yan and suddenly sighed lightly: "Did you... learn your grandmother’s skills?"
Chen Yan’s expression changed slightly.
The old man saw it, nodded: "I understand."
He sighed: "I was neighbors with your grandmother for half a lifetime. I know she had some strange skills that couldn’t be explained. She could also make money... Did you learn her skills and make money in the city with them?"
"You could say that." Chen Yan nodded.
The old man seemed to ponder: "Well, your grandmother did say her skills were good for quick money."
Then the old man stared at Chen Yan seriously: "But your grandmother also said, quick money is just quick money, you can’t rely on it for a lifetime. You must have a proper job, understand?"
"When you make money, don’t waste it! Save it for buying a house and getting married in the city! Got it?"
"Got it! Got it, got it!"
"Take back the cigarettes and liquor you brought!"
Chen Yan shook his head with a playful smile: "I don’t smoke or drink, taking them back would be a waste, you keep them, Master Zhao."
Saying this, Chen Yan went over, grabbed the cigarettes from his gifts, and with a rip, tore open the cigarette pack.
"Look! The packaging is torn, can’t return it now, you keep them and smoke slowly."
"Hmph, even opened packs can be returned." The old man glared.
Chen Yan sighed, his tone softened, walked closer, and whispered: "Master Zhao, you watched me grow up. I graduated and started making money, let me show my respect to you, okay?"
The old man’s expression changed slightly.
Chen Yan whispered: "I wanted to honor my grandmother, but I don’t have the chance now. Master Zhao, just smoke the cigarettes I bought, and drink a bit of the liquor I bought, okay?"
"..." The old man saw the emotions in Chen Yan’s eyes and silently nodded.
Chen Yan immediately laughed, pushing the old man to sit down on a bench against the wall.
He reached into the bag he brought and pulled out a leather bag.
"Master Zhao, this bag is for you!" Chen Yan smiled and said, "You’ve used your bag for years, and the leather is peeling. Here’s a new one for you. It’s not expensive, just something ordinary, you can use it without worry.
Replace that old one, it’s outdated, still has the ’In memory of the XX Victory XX Anniversary’ printed on it..."
The old man took the leather bag, feeling it in his hands, and though his eyes carried a smile, he scolded: "Hmph! What do you know? My bag is an honor! It’s much more precious than this, you can’t buy it even if you have money!"