Chapter 81:

After the rain stopped, the program team re-entered the journey.
It was afternoon in Crescent Town. The place where they stayed was the old courtyard house. After everyone got off the bus, the director gathered a group of people in the center of the courtyard to discuss the theme of the show.
I learned from Andaokou that the ancient town of Crescent Town is declining. Eighty percent of the people staying in the town are old people. Most of them have no children, no daughters, and no dependability. Therefore, Crescent Town is also called Guxian Town. The guest's task this time is to let those old people who are dying die enjoy a happy life.
"Now you have a wooden barrel in front of you, and there are number plates in the barrel. Guests will draw the number plates in order. The corresponding number will be your task this time. Ladies first, Jiang Tang comes first."
Jiang Tang stepped forward and reached into the wooden barrel. She picked up No. 4, and Jiang Tang felt superstitious about this trip.
An Dao continued: "After taking the luggage, you can leave."
Jiang Tang raised his head: "Where do we live?"
An Dao: "I live in the home of the elderly man on duty. From now on you will be the daughter of the elderly man."
Jiang Tang: "..."
Suddenly there was a mother, and I was a little excited to think about it.
Crescent Town is a little smaller and can be turned to full town in an hour, even if the director didn't say where the No. 4 family is, it can be found with a little dim sum.
The sky was getting late, the yellow tulle enveloped the blue bricks and green tiles, the red flowers and green willows, and everywhere was beautiful poetic.
Soon, Jiang Tang saw the capital No. 4 at the end of the alley. Presumably this is the home for the elderly.
"Mom, I'm hungry." Qingqian complained in grievance, clutching her small belly. She hadn't eaten a bite from noon until now, and she was hungry.
"We have arrived, you are holding on."
With that in mind, Jiang Tang carefully pushed open the old brick red wooden door.
Crossing the high threshold, the courtyard is in sight.
This is a small courtyard house. Although the yard is small, it is clean but clean. There is a vine rack in the middle, with an old chair and a small table under it.
Jiang Tang cleared his throat, "Hello, is anyone here?"
"How come back, do you want to starve me?"
The old man's voice was full of gas. Jiang Tang was shouted a little, and then reacted.
She is now the daughter of the family, but she didn't expect the old man to enter the scene so fast, and she started without any preparation.
"Sorry, we are late."
Jiang Tang took the children to the yard and carefully entered the door with his bag.
The eyes are the living room. The furniture is old, all placed in the corners, it seems very empty in the middle, the left and right sides are the bedrooms, the doors are hidden, and there is a picture hanging on the wall.
"What a stun! What about cooking soon!"
The old man's voice was impatient, and he knocked the crutches loudly, and the sound was terrified. When the old man turned around, Liang Shen covered his eyes in shock.
She was about seventy years old, with gray hair and straight waist. She looked very spirited, but the face was terrible, and the huge scars spread straight from the neck to the left cheek. Both eyes were implicated, half open and exposed A piece of death.
"Demon, monster ~"
Liang Shen held his eyes tightly with his hands and couldn't help looking out through the cracks of his nails. He had never seen such an ugly old man, nor had he seen such an ugly or fierce old man.
To be honest, Jiang Tang was also taken aback. The scars were either burns or scalds. Such a large area, I did n’t know what she experienced when she was young. Looking at the surroundings, it ’s clear and cold. Man-made visits.
"Mom." Liang Shen carefully pulled La Jiangtang's clothes corner, "I want to go home ..."
"Hush." ​​After Xiang Liangshen made a silent gesture, Jiang Tang looked at the old man again.
She seemed to feel her gaze. The old man swiped his head and swiped his cane to the ground with a thump. He said fiercely: "Will you cook soon? Isn't it a fight?"
Jiang Tang shuddered, put down his luggage and walked out.
She turned back quickly and was embarrassed to ask, "Which ... is the kitchen?"
This question further aroused the old man's anger, "Okay, after a few years of going out, I couldn't even find the kitchen? The first room outside on the left."
"..."
Is this old lady good at acting? ? ?
She rolled up her sleeves and hurried to the kitchen. When Jiang Tang was gone, the three children were too busy to keep up. However, at this moment, the old lady stopped three people.
"Kid don't go in the kitchen, come and talk to me."
Boom.
Shallow and Liangshen were one second away from crying.
"I, I, I, I ... I want to help my mother cook !!" Liang Shen swears that the intelligence of his life has been used on this excuse.
After thinking about it, the old lady waved and let go: "Go, there are two little ghosts to accompany me."
Liang, who was able to escape, was relieved and ran to the kitchen.
Watching the back view of Liang Shenyuan walking, his mouth shriveled, not to mention much envy in his heart.
She looked at the old lady on the sofa tremblingly. When she met her eyes, she was frightened to take a breath. It was terrifying just to look at it, let alone sitting together and chatting.
"Brother, I'm afraid ..."
Shallowly decided to rely on the only brother, Junior One, and she leaned on him with a look in her eyes.
The eyelashes flickered at the first day, squeezed her little hand gently, and then pulled her forward.
Looking closer, the old lady's face was even more terrifying, and she was surprised to find that her scalp had been burned with a small piece, and the thin hair beside it was more scary.
The old man said with a straight face: "What's your name?"
The first day is very polite: "I am afraid to call Lin Chuyi, this is my sister Lin Liangqian, outside is my brother Lin Liangshen, my mother is Jiang Tang."
The old lady dismissed her lip: "I can live."
The first day did not hear the sarcasm in her tone, and continued to ask: "How about you?"
She said: "Su Qiaoqian."
Unexpectedly, the old lady has a very beautiful and touching name.
On the first day, she took a shallow look and looked at her quietly. There were curiosity and temptation in her eyes, but she was not afraid. Qing Lingling was like a washed gem.
The first one came to a poem that Dad taught him: Qingbenjia, a beautiful smile, and a beautiful look.
How can such a name be a wicked man.