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Chapter 161 Competition
Going to the kitchen to steam a large steamed bun, Jiang Chan took the steamed buns away in a basin, not forgetting to keep some.

Enjoying the scenery all the way to the entrance of the village, looking at the dilapidated yard, Jiang Chan swallowed her saliva.

The yard is quite dilapidated, and there is an orderliness in the dilapidation, it looks like it has been tidied up.

Jiang Chan stood at the entrance of the yard and stared at it for a while, then walked in hesitantly, "Mr., are you there?"

Jiang Chan looked around for a long time, but she never saw that figure.

There was a sudden groan from the corner, and upon hearing the groan, Jiang Chan hurriedly put the basin in her hand on the shelf.

Looking for the groaning sound, she came to the corner, looking at the figure lying on the ground, Jiang Chan was at a loss.

"Old man, are you alright, is it hurt somewhere? How about I get someone to come over to show you." Jiang Chan asked with her hands on her knees, not daring to step forward to help the old man who fell on the ground.

It's not that she's afraid of things, it's just that this old man may be hurt for a hundred days.

She is more rash on weekdays, if the old man is injured a second time, it will be a disaster.

After waiting for a long time, Jiang Chan didn't get a response, so she held out her hand hesitantly.

"I don't need anyone's sympathy for my old bones. If there's nothing to do, let's go quickly. I can get up by myself."

The old gentleman said in a bad tone, watching the wall beside him slowly prop up his body, his ragged back seemed a little lonely.

Jiang Chan smiled and hurried forward to help him, "I understand that what you like most at your age is duplicity. Don't worry, I will definitely not tell others."

Regardless of the old man's strange attitude, Jiang Chan helped the old man sit down on the stool.

As soon as he sat on the stool, the old man turned his face and turned his back on Jiang Chan's hand.

The hand was thrown away suddenly, Jiang Chan was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "I steamed some steamed buns, and I will give you a taste of the old man."

Jiang Chan explained, taking down the basin from the shelf.

Carefully took off the wrapped bag, and as soon as the bag was taken off, bursts of aroma came to the nostrils.

The old man glanced at the steamed stuffed bun, swallowed his saliva, but his face turned cold for a moment.

"Mr., why don't you try it. Although my craftsmanship is not as good as outsiders, this is my heart."

Just as Jiang Chan was about to serve the buns, she saw the muddy hands of the old man, so she trotted to the house to get a towel and tableware.

At first, the old man was particularly resistant to his actions, but after a while, he obediently let Jiang Chan wipe it for him.

After wiping the old man's hands, Jiang Chan passed the bowl and chopsticks, "Old man, you probably haven't eaten like this, so hurry up and have a taste."

Seeing that the old man was unmoved, Jiang Chan couldn't help but stuff the bowl and chopsticks into the old man's hands.

She saw the old man swallowing just now, presumably he must have been sitting in the corner for a while.

The old man snorted coldly, and finished eating two buns under Jiang Chan's watchful eye.

After eating the steamed stuffed bun, the old man put the bowl and chopsticks on the table heavily, and seemed to be angry.

"You girl, just tell me what you want. As the saying goes, people who eat food are short-mouthed and soft-hearted. After all, I owe you favors after all I eat and take." The old gentleman said in a bad tone, but Jiang Chan But there was a trace of tenderness in his tone.

Jiang Chan smiled and sat down next to the old man, deliberately keeping a distance.

People of the older generation pay more attention to propriety. If she gets too close, the old man will feel abrupt.

"Don't get me wrong, I have no other intentions. I came to you today because I have something to discuss with you."

Jiang Chan rubbed her palms and said embarrassingly, always feeling a little embarrassed.

The two had never met before, and the first time she met the old gentleman was to ask for something, which always felt impolite.

When the old man heard that Jiang Chan had something to ask for, he treated him coldly, "I knew that you people would go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything. If someone visits my little shabby house, someone must have something to ask for me."

The old gentleman spoke to himself, the loneliness in his words made people feel distressed.

It is true that she is asking for something, but she is not that ungrateful person.

"Old man, don't get me wrong. I'm not here for personal matters this time. I want you to go out and teach the children in the village." Jiang Chan hurriedly explained, fearing that the old man's misunderstanding would be more thorough.

The old gentleman frowned when he heard that he was going to teach the children in the village.

"Girl, what you think is probably too simple. There are too many children in the village. Do you want me to go door to door?"

The old man deliberately misinterpreted Jiang Chan's meaning, just to refuse the matter.

For such thankless things, no matter who helps them, they will not get any benefits, and will instead scold them.

"Old man, I just think that the children in the village should also receive education. How about we compete with each other, and if I win, you will teach in the school."

Jiang Chan hesitated for a while, and finally came up with a plan to get the best of both worlds.

This old gentleman is a face-saving person, and she will definitely get the old man out of the mountain in this way.

Hearing that there is a competition, the old man became interested, "Then let's have a good comparison, why not compare poetry and songs."

As soon as the old gentleman finished speaking, he got up, walked slowly, and went into the room to take out a pen and paper.

"You and I each write poems on this paper, and see who can't take it."

Jiang Chan took the paper and wrote the first sentence without hesitation. The competition between the two officially started, and the competition ended in the evening, and Jiang Chan narrowly won.

"Well, it looks like I'm really old, and I can't even compare to young people when I'm good at poetry."

Although the old man said such words, the smile on the corner of his lips betrayed everything.

"Old man, let's talk about it. I will come to visit you again tomorrow, and your yard should be well repaired."

Jiang Chan said with a smile, and left humming a little tune, never noticing the old man's admiring expression.

On the way home, Jiang Chan watched the man on the bicycle trot after him, and it was Yang Heping.

"How did you come back from the entrance of the village? Did you go to the county?"

Yang Heping got off the bicycle and pushed the bicycle forward side by side with Jiang Chan.

Informed everything about the school, Jiang Chan's voice had just finished, and Yang Heping's voice of appreciation had already come.

"You said you spent an afternoon with the old gentleman at the entrance of the village? I heard that the old gentleman has a weird temper. If you can spend an afternoon with him, it proves that you really have a good temper."

Yang Heping kept praising, every sentence of praising made Jiang Chan blush.

"Don't you think my idea is a fantasy? Most of the children in the village are used to working every day. If they really sit in the school, I'm afraid they will feel uncomfortable." Jiang Chan lowered her head and kicked her feet. Xiao Shizi, while talking.

(End of this chapter)