Siheyuan: a hole in the sky with you

Qian Weiwei had witnessed many times at home, when Qian Bojun's arthritis broke out in his hands, he would wail in extreme pain, so she understood her father's current mood very well.

Just like Uncle Shen said just now, Zhou Jianguo cured their arthritis, which was equivalent to giving them a second life.

"Okay, uncle, I'll drink it then!" Zhou Jianguo took the wine glass from Qian Bojun's hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay, this is a grown man!" Qian Bojun said with a smile.

"Jianguo, you took out this wine on purpose, right?" Shen Bolin on the side pointed at the local wine jar and said.

"Hehe." Zhou Jianguo said nothing, but his laughter was the best explanation.

"Old Qian, I really envy you for finding such a good son-in-law. When you saw the arthritis in my father-in-law's hands, you immediately took out such precious wine. Old Qian, why don't you give Weiwei to me as your daughter? Anyway, your family There is a daughter in there, right?" Shen Bolin pulled Qian Bojun and said with a smile.

"Get out!" Qian Bojun gave him a straight look, "It's still daytime, what are you dreaming about!"

After making a joke, Qian Bojun looked at the local wine jar, thought for a while and then said to Zhou Jianguo: "Jianguo, I want to take this jar of wine away."

"Okay, uncle, if it's not enough, I have some more here." Zhou Jianguo picked up the mud seal on one side, sealed the wine jar, and handed it to Qian Bojun.

Qian Bojun was not polite and took it directly and put it carefully beside him.

He had already given his daughter to him, so it didn't matter if he received a jar of wine.

Although he said this, Qian Bojun still explained why he wanted to take away the jar of wine.

"Jianguo, there are some old guys in our team who, like me and Lao Shen, have severe arthritis, so I asked for these wines for them," Qian Bojun explained.

"Uncle, is this jar of wine enough? If not, there is another jar here. You can take it too." With that, Zhou Jianguo took out another jar of wine from the box on one side and handed it to Qian Bojun.

This time Qian Bojun refused. He smiled and said, "Jianguo, I appreciate your surprise. It's enough for me to have this jar of wine."

Having said this, he paused for a moment, and then said in a long and meaningful voice: "Jianguo, there are some good things that cannot be revealed too much, otherwise, there will be countless troubles coming!"

"Uncle, I understand!" Zhou Jianguo nodded, he understood what Qian Bojun meant.

If someone knows about the medicinal wine that can treat arthritis, it will definitely cause huge trouble.

Not to mention other things, the economic benefits alone will arouse some people's peeps.

Zhou Jianguo is a warrior, but it is not an easy task to block this constant flow of greedy hands.

It was just a small jar of wine, so Qian Bojun had an excuse to cover it up, but if the quantity increased, it would be difficult to cover it up.

Qian Bojun nodded with satisfaction. From Zhou Jianguo's words, he could see that Zhou Jianguo acted very steadily.

It is indeed rare for a young man of eighteen or nineteen to act so steadily. Qian Bojun's impression of Zhou Jianguo is getting better and better...

"Uncle, you'd better take this jar of wine and keep it at home. You and your aunt can drink some of it. This wine is good for your uncle and aunt's health."

With that said, Zhou Jianguo put the wine jar directly into Qian Bojun's arms. Qian Bojun was still thinking of refusing, but Qian Weiwei took the wine jar and said she would take it home.

The effect of this wine was so good that Qian Weiwei thought about taking it back to her mother to drink. The important thing is that if her mother feels the benefits of this wine, then there will be no obstacles between her and the things before Jianguo.

Now, Qian Bojun was embarrassed to talk anymore.

Shen Bolin's eyes lit up. If this wine was in Zhou Jianguo's hands, he would be embarrassed to take it. This wine was too precious. It was just the first time that he and Zhou Jianguo met, so he was not qualified to take it, and he was embarrassed to take it. However, if this wine was in the hands of Uncle Qian,

In Jun's hands, it's different.

Qian Bojun and he were both close friends and comrades in life and death. In their previous jobs, the two of them had saved each other's lives seven or eight times. Therefore, Shen Bolin would not be polite at all to Qian Bojun's things.

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Of course, if he has something good, Qian Bojun won't be polite.

After accepting the two jars of wine, the four of them stopped drinking. This wine was too precious and Qian Bojun was reluctant to drink it.

After these things, Qian Bojun finally recognized Zhou Jianguo as his future son-in-law.

During the conversation, they became very close to Zhou Jianguo, and Zhou Jianguo also followed the trend. The relationship between the two became more and more harmonious. After Qian Weiwei saw it, she felt happy in her heart.

Today's picnic date was accidentally interrupted, but it was a blessing in disguise. Her father and Zhou Jianguo got to know each other, and his father was very supportive of their relationship. Qian Weiwei had a bright smile on her face.

The lunch ended successfully. After finishing the meal, both Shen Bolin and Qian Bojun's stomachs became a little bigger.

There was no way, Zhou Jianguo's baked food tasted really good. The two of them had tried their best to control it, but they still overate it.

"Jianguo, after eating your meal, I really don't know if I can still eat the food cooked by your aunt." Shen Bolin sighed.

He could already foresee that his appetite would definitely be poor within the next week.

There is no way, after eating such a delicious thing today, eating other things later will be like chewing wax.

"Uncle Shen, I still have some leftover meat and vegetables here. You can take them back and ask aunt to cook them for you. The taste may be a little worse, but I promise you will definitely be able to eat them."

Zhou Jianguo said, taking some meat, vegetables and the like left on one side and handing them to Shen Bolin.

"This doesn't work, this doesn't work. I'm being shameless by eating your meal. It would be really shameful to take it back. Jianguo, I appreciate your kindness, but I really can't take it home."

Shen Bolin quickly declined.

It's okay to have a meal, but when it comes to taking it back, he really doesn't have the face to do so.

"Uncle Shen, take it, I have a lot of it at home." Zhou Jianguo persuaded, constantly pushing things in his hand into Shen Bolin's hand, but Shen Bolin was unwilling to take it, and the two began to get entangled here.

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"Old Shen, take it, Jianguo is not an outsider, it's all his own, so you're welcome." Qian Bojun spoke.

"This. Jianguo, thank you!" Shen Bolin reluctantly took it. Lao Qian had said so, so he was not polite.

"Uncle Shen, I see that what you just brought seems to be some photos of ancient tombs. Are you an archaeologist?" Zhou Jianguo handed Shen Bolin a cup of tea, pointed to a few photos exposed on the side, and asked curiously.

"Yes, your Uncle Qian and I are both archaeologists. Those photos are of an ancient tomb in the Yanshan Mountains. According to research, this ancient tomb is thousands of years old. At that time, this place should have been ruled by the Khitan people. Yes, logically speaking, the tombs here at that time should have been buried in the style of the Khitan people, but unexpectedly, many of the funerary objects inside were actually from our Han people, and this tomb was still buried in the style of a prince. Yes, but at that time in history, there was no such Han prince here, so we are very confused now."

As Shen Bolin spoke, he took out some photos and showed them to Zhou Jianguo.

Zhou Jianguo also became interested. He took a look and found that the styles of some of the funerary objects in these photos were indeed Han Chinese, not Khitan. His interest increased for a while, and he followed Shen Bolin to discuss them.

Qian Bojun's eyes lit up when he saw that Zhou Jianguo actually had a decent discussion with Shen Bolin and put forward several very effective suggestions.

He found that Zhou Jianguo really had a lot of things. He used to have skills that were inferior to those of the royal chef, and had a status as a warrior that even he envied. Now he also knew archaeological knowledge. For a while, Qian Bojun was full of confidence in Zhou Jianguo. It's curiosity.

"Weiwei, come here!" Qian Bojun waved to Qian Weiwei who was clearing away the dishes.

"Dad, what's wrong? What's the matter?" Qian Weiwei wiped her hands and came to her father.

"Weiwei, does Jianguo know about archeology?" Qian Bojun asked, pointing to the two people who were having a lively discussion.

"Dad, Jianguo knows some archaeological things, but he only knows a little bit about it." Qian Weiwei said with some embarrassment.

In fact, what she really wants to say is that your son-in-law only likes antiques. As for archaeology, hehe, everyone knows it.

"But, I see that Jianguo and your Uncle Shen had a decent discussion. It doesn't look like they only have a superficial understanding of it. They seem to know a lot about archeology. Weiwei, tell your dad honestly, what is Jianguo's identity?" Qian Bojun said with a serious face.

Everything else is just an excuse. Wanting to know Zhou Jianguo's true identity is the main purpose.

He agreed that Zhou Jianguo and his daughter were together, so knowing Zhou Jianguo's identity, he should.

"Dad, Jianguo's family is very simple. He only has one person now. His parents died a year ago," Qian Weiwei said.

"What, sacrificed! Phew." Qian Bojun exhaled and thought to himself, fortunately he did not ask Zhou Jianguo before, but chose to ask his daughter now, otherwise, it would be really embarrassing.

"Weiwei, do Jianguo have any other relatives in his family? Where are his grandparents?"

"Jianguo hasn't told me this, but I know that Jianguo lives alone now," Qian Weiwei said.

"He is also a poor child!" Qian Bojun felt a pity in his heart. At this age, living alone, one can imagine the suffering inside. His impression of Zhou Jianguo was much better in his heart.

He used to think that Zhou Jianguo's problems were all due to family problems, but now it seems that all these are his own efforts.

A person who succeeds through his own efforts is naturally able to leave a good impression on others.