I asked you to pan for gold, do you understand panning for gold? Do you use a car to pull it?

After lighting a cigarette, Fang Renyi suddenly remembered something and looked at Chen Feng with a playful smile.

"By the way, I thought you were a gold digger before, and I talked to you about so much common sense in the tavern."

"You kid deceived me a lot. You sold 170,000 goods at one time, and you still need to ask me about those common sense?"

"You know better than me, right?" The old man said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng immediately laughed and waved his hands: "Forget it, uncle, don't bother me."

"I don't mean to discipline you. I have been accumulating goods for a year, and I am lucky, so I can sell so much."

"I am indeed a novice in gold mining, otherwise how can I not know those common sense questions."

Seeing Chen Feng's look, the uncle also understood that Chen Feng should really be a new gold digger. It is estimated that he has not been doing it for a long time, but he is lucky.

Just now I was just joking with him and talking about this matter. I didn't really mean to blame him.

"Indeed, sometimes new gold diggers are more likely to sell large quantities of goods. I don't know why. I heard them say it was called... period before?"

"Newbie protection period?" Chen Feng added, and I didn't know if it was this.

"Ah, yes, yes, that's it. If you ask me, there is no novice protection period. It's just that people are lucky."

"Look at me, I have been mining for 30 years, and it's just like this, only 6,000 to 7,000 yuan a month."

"Look at you, you have only been mining for a few years, and you can save 170,000 yuan a year. That's because you are lucky, there is no...new period." The old man took a sip of wine and hissed.

"Uncle, I am just lucky. You are the best if you can make 6,000 to 7,000 yuan a month stably."

"How many young men nowadays can't even make 2,000 to 3,000 yuan a month, and they haven't done as much as you, uncle. You are almost catching up with the two of them." Chen Feng praised the old man with his words.

"It's just hard-earned money." The old man shook his head.

After saying that, the old man subconsciously pounded his legs and pursed his lips.

"What's wrong, uncle, your legs hurt?" Chen Feng said with concern.

"It's an old problem. When I get tired, my whole body hurts, especially my legs. I can't sleep without drinking some wine every night."

"Just drink some wine, it will make you feel better when you are dazed." The old man took another sip of wine and ate some pancakes.

"Oh, it's easy to get tired when you are old, especially in the gold mining business, which is really not easy. Then you should work less. You are so old, why do you still work so hard?"

"Generally, people of your age will do some odd jobs in the village, take care of the children, and then take care of themselves in their old age."

Chen Feng persuaded him.

Hearing this, the old man sighed and pounded his legs a few more times: "Hey, no matter how old you are, you have to work. You have to work as long as you are alive."

"What about your children? Are they farming or working at home?" Chen Feng asked.

Speaking of children, the old man couldn't help but laugh: "My son is so happy, he just lies at home every day, does nothing, doesn't care about anything."

"I really envy him."

Chen Feng frowned slightly when he heard it. Looking at the old man's age, his son must be at least 30 years old, right?

He is so old, does nothing, just lies at home and eats off his parents?

Watching his father still being exposed to the wind and sun at an old age?

This is a bit too much.

"How old is my brother?" Chen Feng asked.

"Thirty-four." The old man answered quickly and blurted out.

"Thirty-four..."

Chen Feng didn't say anything else. The old man was willing to support his son at the age of 34. It was his own business to just sit at home and eat off his parents. It had nothing to do with Chen Feng.

He would never say to the old man, "Your son is so old, and you are still supporting him. You are spoiling him. You can't do that."

Chen Feng would not say more about this. It would be useless to say it, and it would make people disgusted.

But it can be seen that the old man really dotes on his son and even remembers his age clearly.

Generally, if you ask most parents when their children were born, they will answer without hesitation.

But if you ask how old their children are this year, basically they will subconsciously pause and then calculate in their minds how old they are this year.

It is common to say that there is a difference of one or two years.

For example, when Chen Feng talked about age once and said that he was 25 years old, Liu Ping looked up at Chen Feng with surprise.

She thought Chen Feng was 23, but she didn't expect that he was 25 this year, and even said to Chen Feng

After confirming it several times, he calculated the date of birth.

Finally, it was confirmed that Chen Feng was really 25 years old.

After confirming it, Liu Ping sighed with emotion. It is said that time makes people grow old, and the child has made himself old.

"What about your grandson? Is he in kindergarten?" Chen Feng changed the subject.

"I don't have a grandson, only a granddaughter. She is six years old this year. She hasn't been sent to kindergarten yet. I will send her there in a while. She said she wanted to go to kindergarten the most."

"Every time she mentioned it, she was so excited. She said there were many children in the kindergarten waiting to play with her."

When the grandfather mentioned his granddaughter, his face was full of doting and family happiness. It was obvious that he loved this granddaughter very much.

"Come, let me show you. This is a photo of my granddaughter. Isn't it beautiful?"

The old man took out a small photo from the back of the mobile phone case and showed it to Chen Feng in his hand.

Chen Feng leaned over and saw a family of five in the photo. The background was an amusement park. A little girl in a white dress was in the front, waving her hands happily.

The girl was very pretty, with her ponytails tied with colorful bows.

The old man was at the end, and he even made a "yeah" gesture with his hands, smiling. At that time, the old man seemed to be a little fatter than he is now.

His son and daughter-in-law were squatting in front. His son looked very much like the old man, as if he was a replica of his youth.

The family looked happy and happy.

"It's really cute." Chen Feng laughed.

"Hehe." The old man smiled, wiped the photo with his hand, and put it back.

"I'll give you another sausage. I can't eat it anymore." Chen Feng handed the last sausage in the bag to the old man and prepared to clean up the garbage.

"No, no, you eat it." The old man waved his hand quickly.

He was not the kind of person who liked to take advantage of others. Just one was enough. He felt that two was a bit too much.

"Eat it quickly, uncle. It's so hot now. It will go bad tomorrow." Chen Feng stuffed it into his hand.

The main reason is that Chen Feng looked around just now. It seems that the uncle's meal is just a little pancake with soybean paste and a little green onion. It's too simple.

It's so tiring to pan for gold every day. Can he be full with this? Or is he just making do with it today? There are other foods in the car.

The uncle drives a Transit van, which looks quite old, and the paint is broken.

He plans to visit and see what the equipment of the old gold diggers is like.