"Let's go together, let me see you too." Jiang Hao said gently.

Seeing that the other party had an extraordinary demeanor and a well-mannered manner, the old man knew that if the other party had any ill intentions, he would not be able to escape.

"good."

Then the two of them walked towards the mountains.

"The old man must be unwell, right? Why do you want to go into the mountains to dig bamboo shoots?

Where are the family members?" Jiang Hao asked on the way.

The old man laughed dryly and said:

“I have been ill for more than half a month, and my granddaughter keeps saying that the bamboo shoots I picked are delicious.

I feel much better today and can get out of bed and walk.

Let’s take this opportunity to go into the mountains and look for it.”

"The old man loves his granddaughter very much." Jiang Hao agreed.

"She's just a little naughty, but she's really well-behaved. She's our precious granddaughter." The old man said with some doting in his tone.

"Where are the old man's children?" Jiang Hao asked again.

Speaking of this, the old man shook his head helplessly:

"Who knows? Maybe they don't want to care about us anymore, or maybe they died outside."

Jiang Hao listened and felt that the old man said so, but his tone still expressed hope that his children were still alive.

"This is good." The old man stopped on a bamboo shoot and planned to get started.

"Come on, I've never done this kind of thing before, and I've always wanted to try it." Jiang Hao took the tool and said with a smile.

"That's troublesome young hero." The old man was quite embarrassed.

"Old man, do you have any regrets after living more than half your life?" Jiang Hao asked while digging in the soil.

"Of course." The old man smiled and said:

"How can anyone live without regrets?

I feel like I have either lived with regret or regret for most of my life.”

"Have you been suffering all your life?" Jiang Hao glanced at the calluses on the old man's hands.

Hearing this, the old man leaned aside and said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter if it's hard or not, everyone lives this way.

I just occasionally wonder how the big men in the city live.

What kind of hoe do you think they use for farming?"

"Gold?" Jiang Hao asked.

"Haha." The old man laughed loudly:

"The old man doesn't farm."

Jiang Hao smiled slightly and dug out the bamboo shoots.

"Dig another one and save it for my granddaughter to eat later," the old man said.

Jiang Hao took the bamboo basket and carried it on his back, saying:

"Let's dig two more. I have a lot of time."

Seeing that the old man's vitality seemed to be burning in the final stages, he couldn't help but sigh.
Chapter completed!