Fengjiu followed him out and noticed that the yard was full of herbs drying in the sun, and there were also some things being ground. It seemed that the old man was also a pharmacist
"Grandpa Tan, are you the only one in your house?" Fengjiu looked around and saw that he seemed to be the only one in the yard.
"Yeah." The old man responded and sorted the herbs on the shelf without paying any more attention to Fengjiu.
Feng Jiu sat down in the courtyard, holding her chin with one hand, her eyes moving around, staring at the figure who was sorting the herbs with his back to her. She was thinking, is the Jubao Building doing something secretly? And who was the old man on the second floor at that time
"Why don't you leave?" After about half an hour, the old man turned around, looked at the young man sitting on the steps in the courtyard, and frowned: "Why don't you leave?"
"Ah? Where are you going?" Fengjiu asked, blinking her eyes.
"Go back to your home." said the old man.
Hearing this, Fengjiu couldn't help but smile, her eyes narrowed into a line, and she looked at him with a smile: "Grandpa Tan, didn't you say so? I am your grandnephew! I came here this time just to seek refuge with you."
After hearing this, the old man was speechless for a long time: "I saved you for your own good." Why are you still relying on him
"Save me? But I don't see any danger!" Fengjiu smiled innocently.
The old man felt a lump in his chest after hearing this. He said nothing more, but just glanced at Fengjiu before turning around and going back into the room.
Feng Jiu stood up, patted her dusty green clothes, and followed the old man: "Grandpa, there are two rooms in this yard. Is this one for me to live in?"
She didn't hesitate and pushed open the door to look inside. The room was tidy and had everything it needed, but it seemed like no one had lived in the room for a long time and the table was covered in dust.
In the evening, in the small courtyard, on the stone table, the old man was staring at the dishes in front of him in a daze. No one knew what he was thinking about. He just glanced at Fengjiu, then picked up the dishes with chopsticks and ate with a stern face.
“Grandpa Tan, eat more.” Fengjiu picked up some food for the old man and felt strange. This old man Tan was already a cultivator in the middle stage of the Flying Immortal Realm. His strength was considered very powerful. But how did he suppress his strength
Fengjiu just stayed with the old man and lived in this small courtyard. In fact, this was just a momentary impulse for her. She thought the old man was quite strange, so she thought that since she had nothing urgent to do, she stayed to take a look.
Therefore, for the next two days, she slept until she woke up naturally during the day, then went out to buy vegetables and some goat milk for the little tiger. In her free time, she went to the old man's stall to help look after it.
To put it bluntly, it was just sitting by and watching the old man do business. Because, after grinding the elixir into powder, Old Tan mixed some commonly used powders and sold them at the herbal medicine stall in the market, and occasionally took one or two bottles to Jubao Tower for barter.
On the day he met her, Mr. Tan took the medicine to exchange for other things. However, after that day, he did not go to Jubao Tower again in the next two days.
Some acquaintances saw that Mr. Tan was the only one sitting at the stall with a stern face, but now there was suddenly a handsome young man sitting next to him. They couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Mr. Tan, who is this young man?"