Liu Zhanggui, with a pleased expression, helped Yang Ge up and patted his shoulder, saying with a smile: "People who have read books really know how to speak eloquently. Unlike Wang Dali, that rough fellow, who only knows how to say 'You are just like my father!'”,After Yang Ge's figure disappeared at the end of the street, a young man with half his cheek swollen walked out of the backyard and into the front hall, mumbling: "Boss, it's time for breakfast.",The old man propped himself up from the ground slowly and picked up a gray, sweat-stained towel from the stool beside him. He met them with a mixture of reproach and concern: "Didn't I tell you not to come again This old man is almost buried up to his neck in earth. How much can he eat, how much can he wear If you have that money, save it and find a wife for me and settle down..."。