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Chapter 742. The legendary boss Shao Tuzhao(2/2)

"Where should I go with you?" Shao Yunjin rolled his eyes at Shao Jun, then raised his left hand on the kang table, and called to Zhao Jun and the others: "Come on, get on the kang quickly, it's hot on top."

Hearing what Shao Yunjin said, Huang Gui, Zhao Jun, Zhang Yuanmin, and Jie Chen all went to the kang and sat on the kang with the two old men of the Shao family, while Shao Zhiqiang took Shao Jun, Guofu, and Minqiang to sit on the bench under the kang.

After everyone sat down, Shao Zhiqiang took out a pack of Shilin cigarettes and opened it for everyone to smoke. Except for Zhao Jun, Guofu and Minqiang, everyone in the room actually smoked.

Especially the old Shao family, from the eighty-six-year-old Shao Yunjin to the eighteen-year-old Shao Jun, four generations of their ancestors and grandchildren have been together.

Shao Yunjin held the cigarette in his hand, exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at Zhao Jun on his right, and asked: "Boy, did you just say that you are from Lingnan?"

"Yeah." Zhao Jun just responded when the old man asked again: "Where is your family from in Lingnan?"

"Eighteen-level post." Zhao Jun was afraid that the old man didn't know Yong'an, so he reported the previous name of Yong'an Forest District.

"Ah?" As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Shao Yunjin and Shao Tianpeng were startled. Shao Yunjin stared and shouted loudly: "Our family is also from over there."

At this time, Shao Tianpeng stretched out his hand and stroked Shao Yunjin's back, signaling the old man not to be too excited. Then he asked Zhao Jun: "Mr. Zhao, what is your old man's name?"

Shao Tianpeng asked this just to see if there was any old relationship with Zhao Jun's family. Zhao Jun thought to himself that his father Zhao Youcai and Shao Tianpeng were definitely not from the same generation, let alone Shao Yunjin.

So, Zhao Jun reported his grandfather's name, and only heard him say: "My grandfather's name is Zhao Dazhu."

Shao Yunjin rolled his eyes when he heard this name. The name sounded familiar to him, but the reason was that among the people he knew, there must be seven or eight people with this name.

Shao Tianpeng on the side asked Zhao Jun: "Is the Zhao Dazhu you are talking about a siege?"

"Yes, yes!" Zhao Jun agreed repeatedly, while Shao Yunjin poked his head towards his son and asked: "Who is it?"

Shao Tianpeng smiled faintly and replied: "Dad, you don't know me."

"Ah!" After hearing what Shao Tianpeng said, Shao Yunjin didn't ask any more questions, but he looked at Zhang Yuanmin and gestured: "Isn't your family from Lingnan?"

"Ah, yes." Zhang Yuanmin said: "Old man, my father's name is Zhang Dahong, and my grandfather's name is Zhang Er'er."

For people of Zhang Yuanmin's generation, life was a problem. Famine, war, disease, some families had seven or eight children, and if they both survived, they were considered good.

If you can’t live anymore, who cares about your first and last name?

As for Zhang Yuanmin’s father, Zhang Datou was also a well-known figure in Yong’an Forestry District twenty years ago. But his father was not much older than Zhao Youcai, and was still a generation behind Shao Yunpeng.

At this time, the two old men of the Shao family looked at each other. Shao Tianpeng slowly shook his head and said with some uncertainty: "I have an impression, but I can't remember it."

"Master Shao." At this time, Zhang Yuanmin became more alert. He remembered that Shao Yunjin had a beard and was from Lingnan. He must have known the old man from his wife's natal family.

So Zhang Yuanmin frowned and shouted to Shao Yunjin across the kang table: "Old Master, do you always know Blind Man Yang?"
Chapter completed!
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