Chapter 1634: Zhuge Grandpa (4)

Among the flowers and plants, there is a little hut that has almost disappeared from this era.
If it weren't for the string of fiery red peppers hanging in front of the eaves, it added a little bit of fireworks on the earth, Yang Zimei would have thought that there was a in Jielu Mountain.
"My grandpa lives there."
Zhuge Mingzhu pointed at that hut, "He hasn't been out for many years."
"I didn't expect it."
Ronghe sighed, "It turns out there is another world here."
"You jump down with me."
Zhuge Mingzhu tore a long banyan branch from the banyan tree, and jumped down with the help of force.
"Niuniu, Lanxi, do you dare to jump?"
Ronghe looked down and looked at Yang Zimei and Rong Lanxi.
"Grandpa, let me jump with you."
Yang Zimei said indiscriminately, directly holding Ronghe's waist with one hand, and Lanxi's waist with one hand, a slight length of body--
The two felt their bodies were light, and then they were held up by a force, like Tengyun driving in the fog, and their feet fell lightly to the ground.
"It's amazing, sister."
Rong Lanxi said excitedly, "Can you come again?"
"Try again when you are free."
Yang Zimei smiled.
Zhuge Mingzhu was surprised again when she saw Yang Zimei performing this light work.
This kind of light work, he only saw grandpa stretched.
However, Grandpa had been practicing for hundreds of years.
And Yang Zimei is just a little girl, who has such a practice, it is really impressive.
He led Yang Zimei to the hut.
The wooden door of the hut was hidden, Zhuge Mingzhu called softly, "Grandpa, are you there? The pearl is here!"
"I'm not dead yet, just open the door myself."
From the hut came a full-bodied, snoring voice.
This made Yang Zimei very surprised.
In her mind, all 153-year-olds have lived. It must be like a master, who speaks well and speaks well.
Not to mention, the old man of the Zhuge family.
Unexpectedly, this sound sounded like the old man who killed pigs and bought vegetables in the market.
Pushing the door and seeing the old man's true face, Yang Zimei was even more surprised.
I saw a bearded man sitting at the table in the room.
His sitting posture was really indecent, with one foot on the ground and one foot standing on a stool. On the table in front of him, there was a plate of red pepper, a plate of peanuts, a plate of braised pork, and a pot liqueur.
And he was holding the jug in one hand, plugging the spout in his mouth, drinking in a grunt, holding a pepper in one hand, and then taking a sip while mixing the wine.
His hair was black, his face was black and bright, his eyes were sharp and he looked like he was in his fifties at most.
With such a crude appearance, would a person who looks like a farmer be the 153-year-old grandfather of Zhuge Mingzhu?
"grandfather--"
Zhuge Mingzhu shouted respectfully, confirming Yang Zimei's speculation.
Although there has been speculation for a long time, the appearance of Grandpa Zhuge is so different from her imagination that she cannot accept this fact.
Of course, she was even more weird. Why did he live 153 years old and still look strong?
She also tried to open his eyes to observe him.
Similarly, no information was seen on him.
All information is considered to be hidden.
"You kid, don't bring me meat today, but bring strangers, what do you mean?"
Grandpa Zhuge scolded Zhuge Mingzhu.