Zhou Chenyuan listened to his chubby son talking and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch his forehead and sighed heavily.

I knew my son was a talkative person, but I didn't expect him to be able to talk to himself for a long time.

The old man could only say ah ah ah, but he couldn't say any long sentences or complete words. He couldn't even ask and answer Xiaomili. The whole process was like Xiaomili talking to himself.

The little guy actually talked about it with great gusto.

Sometimes Zhou Duan couldn't stand listening anymore, so he would translate a sentence or two for Xiao Mili.

The whole morning, the old man was basking in the sun while listening to the whispers of millet grains.

Zhou Chenyuan looked away, not wanting to look at his fat son anymore. How could a villain as big as a sesame seed be so talkative?

Zhou Zhichu stood not far away and said to Zhou Chenyuan, "It seems that the old man really likes millet grains."

Zhou Chenyuan replied, "It doesn't matter whether he likes it or not? We can't let my son separate from his mother at such a young age just to take care of the old man, right? He has grown up with his mother since he was a child and can't live without her."

Zhou Zhichu responded: "I know."

He Xiaoran asked her son to take the lead, saying that if anyone dared to hit millet grains, her mother would set the mountain on fire.

Who dares to rob the madman’s son?

Xiaomili stayed in Jiugu Wenchang for a day. Although the old man said he couldn't move, he was obviously in a high mood. In the afternoon, he tried his best to let Xiaomili stay, but Zhou Chenyuan didn't agree, saying that the child's mother would not agree.

When He Xiaoran was mentioned, the old man's expression became wonderful.

The expression on his face changed again and again, and finally settled on loneliness.

The old man wanted to drive away He Xiaoran at all costs. The original reason was that he was worried that He Xiaoran's appearance would affect the fate of the Zhou family.

He was afraid that He Xiaoran would bring bad luck to the Zhou family.

As a result, after He Xiaoran was driven away, nothing major happened to Jiugu Wenchang. However, Lao Jiu later slipped and fell off a cliff and died. Death is always unlucky, but it cannot shake the foundation of the Zhou family.

Then A Yuan's family moved away and quickly became independent.

If the old man had known that He Xiaoran was pregnant at that time, maybe things would have been different.

A woman may bring bad luck, but twins carrying children is a great blessing.

Pity.

The old man could only watch helplessly as A Yuan took his chubby great-great-grandson back, but there was nothing he could do.

After Zhou Zhichu let Zhou Du settle down, he looked at the old man and said: "Grandpa, don't worry about the heirs. I won't leave Jiugu Wenchang with no successor. For the time being, among the younger generation, the one with superior qualifications is not

No, it’s just that they are still young, so they must be allowed the opportunity to grow.”

The old man was babbling, and Zhou Zhichu sighed: "I know you think A Yuan's children are smart, and being smart is naturally good, but it's too early to judge whether smart children can be qualified heirs when they grow up.

"

"When you looked at A Yuan in the early years, didn't you say that the child was smart, but he was too squeamish when he was young? Now, A Yuan is the most outstanding one among the younger generations of the Zhou family."

"It can be seen that the future growth and development of the child is the most important. You made this conclusion when Mi Li was only three years old, which is too early."

Zhou Zhichu stretched out his hand to tuck the corners of the quilt on the old man's body, and said: "The most important thing for you now is to take care of your body and take good care of your body. It's not impossible for you to say that you want to come back to manage Jiugu Wenchang for two years someday. What do you say now?

If it’s not convenient to talk about it, how can we talk about management?”

The old man's expression was gloomy, that was indeed the reason.

Stroke is a disease that is really difficult to prevent. The old man had been having regular physical examinations, but he still suffered from it in the end.

This is because the family has a complete medical team, otherwise the person would have died long ago.

In the early years, he could still scold people and teach Zhou Zhichu how to do things, but now, he can't even speak fully.

If it weren't for Zhou Duan, there wouldn't be many people around him who could understand what he meant.

Zhou Zhichu comforted the old man for a few words and then stood up: "I'll ask Du An to come in and accompany you."

He stood up and walked outside. Zhou Duan reached out respectfully and handed Zhou Zhichu a towel to wipe his hands.

Zhou Zhichu wiped his fingers carefully and said: "I asked the doctor, the old man doesn't have many days left, so he must be prepared at any time for someone to leave. The wedding materials and shrouds are prepared in advance, so as not to prepare them temporarily and be unable to choose.

You can't get along with the color of your center. If he wants to eat or drink, just let him be satisfied and don't neglect it."

After wiping the towel, Zhou Zhichu threw it directly into the trash can. "As long as the person is still here, I'll take care of him. I have a lot of things going on lately, so I may not have time to come back to visit in the future."

Zhou Du'an nodded in agreement, "Master Shiyi, please go slowly. You can leave the matters here to me."

Zhou Zhichu responded and walked out.

After he walked away, Zhou Duan stared at the towel in the trash can in a daze.

This person cannot grow old or get sick. Once he gets old or gets sick again, the scene where he was once surrounded by people and how many children rushed to get in front of the old man will soon disappear.

Even Master Eleven, the son who was once favored by the old man, was unwilling to come in the end.

Come to think of it, if you are about to die and smell like an old man, is that junior still willing to move forward?

Only a naive little baby like the young master would not dislike the old man who could not move or speak, but would secretly stuff red envelopes into his hands and ask him to buy delicious food.

"Mom, Grandpa Gaozu was so poor!" Xiao Mili crawled into He Xiaoran's arms as soon as he got home and said that he was going to see Grandpa Gaozu today. Grandpa Gaozu was a very scary grandpa. He also said that Grandpa Gaozu was very poor and that all the red envelopes were filled with money.

Instead of putting money, I put blank paper.

When He Xiaoran heard that something was wrong, the old man repeatedly asked Xiaomili to return to Jiugu Wenchang. He would never fool Xiaomili with a blank paper.

Xiao Mili is the old man's first great-great-grandson. For a family like the Zhou family that is particular about their heirs, it is impossible to deceive Xiao Mili.

So He Xiaoran stretched out his hand and said, "Mi Li, please show your mother the red envelope from Grandpa Gaozu."

Xiaomi Li found out the red envelope from the pile of red envelopes and gave it to her mother.

As soon as He Xiaoran got it in his hand, he felt that Liming might get a pen and paper for free, and it wasn't a large amount.

She took it out and looked at it, pursed her lips, and saw that it was indeed not a pen and paper, but a check. The amount was nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine, and the specific number was accurate to the penny.

He Xiaoran glanced at the innocent Xiaomi Li, then looked at the check in her hand, and then she assumed a posture filled with indignation, "Gao Zu was so poor! But it doesn't matter, mom will exchange the red envelope for Mi Li, so Mi Li
Chapter completed!