Mountain city. Rain rain. Oncology hospital.

The 110-year-old birthday star, Mr. Zheng, was stubborn and asked the nurse of his family to unplug the tubes that were all over his body, and stubbornly leaned on a crutch and returned to their Zheng family's ancestral hall.

The children originally disagreed with the tube extraction, but the old man was not confused and insisted on dying and was more decent. He sat upright on the big chair and had to wait until his grandson came before he could close his eyes.

"Grandpa, Dapeng is here."

The old man's eyes that could not even open could suddenly ejaculate: "Peng'er?"

"Grandpa, I'm here."

But the old man trembled and found a yellowed ancient book from the ancestral hall and said, "If you don't come, I won't dare to leave."

The young grandson knelt respectfully on the ground, clasped his fists with his hands, stood up with his thumb with his left hand, and shouted loudly: "Brother Pao, you will never put on a diarrhea." The old man was so excited that he called out three good words, and then closed his eyes peacefully.

The old man is not an ordinary person, he is the last brother of Pao in the world. He participated in the road protection movement when he was young. His biggest wish is that the word "Bo" can be passed on, but who still believes in this day and age? Only the young grandson, who is happy with his filial piety and takes over the inheritance.

Dapeng opened the ancient book in his hand and wrote the word "Bao Ge Lihui" in his hand. It is said that it was written by Zheng Chenggong, the master of the country. Military advisor Chen Jinnan was passed on to the mainland, which wrote the three hundred years of iron rule of Pao Ge.

He thought to himself: "This thing is definitely a cultural relic, it should be worth a lot of money."
Chapter completed!