The daily life of a full-level boss (MTL)

Chapter 79

    The sighed Lin Renxing finally came back to his senses, and while leading a few people to the village, he said, "Live at my father's house."

    The father Lin Renxing said was also the village chief Lin Dafu of the village, and their house was in the middle of the village. s position.

    A few people dragged their suitcases and walked up slowly, only to find out as they walked.

    There is no one in the village, but no one speaks loudly, and there are several old men gathered in front of every dilapidated old house.

    They spoke in very low voices, with violent coughs or violent gasps.

    Seeing Lin Renxing passing by with a few young people, these old people would stand up and smile at them. Even if someone greeted them, their voices were hoarse as if they had been roaring for a long time.

    Qu Zhong knew that this was because he had coughed too many times and had hurt his trachea.

    "Cough, cough, cough!"

    "Xiao Ren, they are all your friends."

    "Cough, come to sit at home."

    Lin Renxing introduced Qu Zhong and the others with a smile, and also said that he would tell everyone good news in the afternoon and let them finish their lunch. All come to their home.

    Several people walked to the village chief Lin Dafu's house with heavy hearts amid the coughing sounds one after another.

    Lin Dafu happened to be drying vegetables on the dam behind the house. Before they entered, they heard a cough that seemed to be familiar.

    "Dad." Lin Renxing shouted.

    Lin Dafu turned his head, revealing a dark and simple face. He shyly smiled and dropped the rake and walked to a few people: "You are Xiaoren's friends, right."

    Xu Zhongzheng took the lead and shouted first: "Hello, uncle."

    Lin Dafu should be in his early fifties according to his age, but his face is full of wind and frost, and the corners of his lips are cracked, and he looks like an old man in sixties.

    It has been a long time since so many young people came to visit Tuitu Village, and people from other villages did not interact with them. This made Lin Dafu smile after a long absence, and he enthusiastically invited a few people into the house to sit first.

    Qu Zhong looked at his calloused and frostbitten fingers, and followed the house with a slight smile.

    "Cough, you sit first...cough."

    There was only a Baxian table in the main room, which was simply scratched, and there was a set of rough white porcelain tea sets on the table.

    After a few people sat down, he subconsciously wanted to pick up the teapot and pour tea for them, but as soon as he lifted the teapot's hand, Lin Dafu put it down again: "Xiaoren, you go get a paper cup to make tea.

    " Uncle Lin, just this cup will do." Qu Zhong grabbed Lin Renxing, who was really about to enter the room, and reached out his hand to pour tea for the others.

    "No, no." Lin Dafu took Qu Zhong's hand with a change of expression, and waved his hand in a panic: "In case our disease will be contagious."

    Qu Zhong held his hand and shook his head with a smile: "Uncle Lin , I'm a doctor, and I have a lot of say in that."