Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1375 Mu Feiyang, Drenched in Sweat

Inside a seemingly ordinary sanatorium in Beijing.

Two elderly men with gray hair are playing chess.

Beside the chessboard stood several old men who were watching the game and couldn't help but comment.

Whenever a piece is placed incorrectly or in the wrong place, someone always stands up and shouts that it should be done this way or that way.

They chattered away, showing absolutely no composure or demeanor befitting their age; they were more like mischievous old children.

In the courtyard outside, an elderly man with silver hair, wearing a white Tang suit and reading glasses, was carefully tending to the green plants in the flowerpots with a watering can.

At this age, material life is no longer important; cultivating spiritual hobbies and interests is the priority.

Just then, the sound of brakes and a car door closing came from outside.

A moment later, two familiar figures walked in through the courtyard gate.

"Feiyang, Ali, it's been a long time since you've come."

The silver-haired old man straightened up and looked at the newcomer with a smile.

Mu Feiyang, carrying fruit, looked at the old man apologetically.

"I've been so busy with work lately that I haven't been able to find the time. I brought Ali to see you as soon as I had a spare moment."

"Young people, it's better to be busy than to do nothing and be idle."

The silver-haired old man put down the watering can and said, "I used to hate these flowers and plants the most, but now that I'm retired and have nothing to do, I've started tinkering with these things too?"

Ali ran over and affectionately took the old man's arm: "Grandpa Song, if you like them, I'll bring you a few more pots of flowers next time."

The silver-haired old man took off his reading glasses and looked at her with affection: "You, you're always giving your Grandpa Song trouble. These flowers are more delicate than people. They can't stand the heat, they can't stand the cold, they can't stand the wind and rain. They've really worn me out."

"If you bring a few more pots over, my old bones will be worn out."

"If you ask me, growing vegetables is worse than growing flowers. Not only do you put in the effort and sweat, but you also feel proud when you see the results."

"Feiyang, don't you think so?"

The venomous snake naturally understood the meaning behind the old man's words.

The older generation endured a lifetime of gunfire and bullets to bring about the peace and prosperity we enjoy today.

While growing flowers can be a source of pleasure, it is ultimately unsuitable for the current turbulent and unpredictable situation.

Instead of carefully nurturing and cultivating these beautiful flowers that are only for show and not for practical use, it would be better to cultivate a plot of land and grow some vegetables. This way, it's both practical and ensures that we won't go hungry.

Most importantly, growing vegetables is not as delicate as growing flowers. As long as you have seeds and the method is right, you can still have a good harvest even if you are exposed to wind and rain.

“The old man is right. I’ll have Ali bring some vegetable seeds over tomorrow and find you a plot of land so you can grow vegetables.”

"No need, no need, I was just saying. At our age, we can't really make a name for ourselves by farming anyway."

The silver-haired old man, addressed as Grandpa Song, put down his tools and nodded at him meaningfully.

"On the contrary, you young people have more strength, so you should put in more effort."

"Don't always hope to be like us old men, just thinking about enjoying life after retirement."

“Look at me. Ever since I came to this sanatorium, they said I was going to enjoy myself, but I’ve been lying down all day and my limbs are almost atrophied.”

Viper looked embarrassed, but Ali couldn't resist teasing him: "Grandpa Song is right. My dad is always thinking about retirement and keeps saying he's old."

"How old is he? He's so much younger than you. If you ask me, he's in his prime, in his forties, the age when he should be striving and taking risks."

"At the very least, one can only quit when they reach the legal retirement age, otherwise it's too comfortable, isn't it?"

Ali held the old man's hand, making the silver-haired old man laugh until his eyebrows curved.

"Listen to this, listen to this, how sensible Ali is?"

"You're really getting worse as you get older."

The venomous snake: "......"

This backstabbing really caught us off guard.

This girl is naturally intelligent, even though she had been living abroad before.

But she hasn't lost a single bit of the traditional Chinese social etiquette.

He said helplessly, "The old man is right. I have indeed been slacking off at work. I will work harder and more diligently in the future."

The silver-haired old man smiled and said, "That's more like it. Let's work steadily for a few more days, then take a break when things calm down, have a vacation. Isn't that good?"

"Your Grandpa Tang, Grandpa Li, and I are looking for something to do, but our health won't allow it."

"You're just taking your blessings for granted."

"Yes, yes."

Ali urged from behind, "Grandpa Song, talk to him, talk to him hard, otherwise I won't be able to persuade him."

Grandpa Song laughed heartily. The snake mask was really hard to stick on; if there had been any tape, he would have definitely stuck Ali's mouth shut.

She kept talking nonstop after coming in, and I don't know which side she was on.

"Come on, let's go inside. Don't stand outside, let's chat inside."

"Okay, let me help you inside."

"You don't need to help me, Ali can help me."

Ali helped the silver-haired old man into the building.

In the rest area, several old men were playing chess, arguing heatedly.

Whether someone took back their move or what, a group of old men were pushing and shoving each other, speaking in their beautiful Yan dialect.

Ali quickly stepped forward to stop them: "Grandpas, grandpas, my dad told you to stop fighting. If you want to fight, go outside. You'll regret it if you break the tables and chairs."

Suddenly, the group of old men all stopped and turned to stare at Mu Feiyang.

In an instant, Mu Feiyang was drenched in sweat, and his throat gurgled.

No matter how glamorous he was outside, he held absolute authority on the farm.

But compared to these pillars of the nation, we are at best elementary school students.

Anyone you randomly pick out is a renowned "war god" level soldier, someone who has killed more enemies in his lifetime than he has ever eaten rice.

"You little brat, daring to make fun of us old men, you think you've grown wings?"

"No, no, absolutely not, elders, please continue, please continue..."

"Hey, he wants us to keep fighting. This kid's up to no good!"

"Someone come here, tie up Mu Feiyang! Let him be our old bones' punching bag!"

A bunch of old men were waving their arms around, trying to scare Mu Feiyang, just like they were scaring a child.

Mu Feiyang also looked helpless. Every time he came, it was like going to an elderly class, and he had to coax and trick him.

He glared at Ali, the one who started this whole thing. This girl is getting more and more disrespectful, and she's really messing with her father!

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around."

"You guys start a new game, Lao Tang, Lao Li, it's rare for the kids to come see us, go to the study and chat for a while."

The group entered the study, where a servant came in to prepare tea, then closed the door and left...