"Child, haven't you eaten yet?" the old man said to An Wufeng in a very friendly tone.

An Wufeng Haoran smiled and nodded.

Then, the old man waved his hand and asked his two daughters-in-law to go into the house, lifted a low table, and then placed rice cakes made of garlic, jujube, vinegar, apple, sumac, green wheat seedlings, malt and flour. These are the seven mascots that are necessary for Persian New Year's Eve.

The two teenagers were invited by their friends to play. The girl seemed to be quite interested in An Wufeng. She kept sitting on the ground staring at An Wufeng quietly with her bright big eyes. It was estimated that if several of her best friends came over and took her to "consult her good luck", she would definitely have planned to accompany An Wufeng like this.

After the young man left, the atmosphere obviously fell.

The old man said: "Child, do you like to drink Fusang sake, Persian wine, or pure wine from the Central Plains, I have it here."

It can be heard that the old man’s family is still quite rich.

The old man's eldest son licked his lips and said something, his brother immediately agreed.

The old man nodded helplessly with a slight expression of not improving.

The two sons were overjoyed, both stood up and got into the house.

The old man showed a little embarrassment and said, "They have long been eager for the fine wine in the Central Plains. I have not brought back much this time. Without me, they did not dare to drink it. Tonight, they were looking for an opportunity to benefit from you, and they are also benefiting from you."

Shaking his head slightly, he said, "These two are all in their decades, and they are still as ignorant as children, but they make you laugh."

An Wufeng said: "Wine should be drunk, and you will be delivered to it after you finish it."

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "You must have known how far away Persia and the Central Plains are and how difficult it is to go back and forth. Child, you are still young and may not feel stressed, but for me, an old man who is almost in his twilight years, it is a very painful task. It is basically certain that there will be no next time in this life. So, I plan to take them to live with you."

An Wufeng was not polite. While eating rice cakes, he listened to the old man's feelings. Obviously, he had been used to it in the Central Plains, but his attachment to his family was still deep, especially unwilling to separate from his family. However, from his uncertain tone, there was a vague uncertainty of persuading his family to live with him in the Central Plains, so his mood seemed particularly contradictory.

An Wufeng finished eating a rice cake. One of the two brothers held a jar of wine in his hands, the other carrying a bottle of wine and several bowls. What's even more surprising is that there was an exquisite luminous cup.

The man holding the red wine raised the wine in An Wufeng and smiled and mumbled for a while. Although An Wufeng didn't understand, from his kind smile, he guessed that this red wine was for him to enjoy, and that jar of precious wine from the Central Plains was theirs to enjoy.

The old man indeed smiled and translated: "He said that you can drink this red wine, and they drink the jar of wine."

An Wufeng smiled and said, "Thank you."

In fact, he was quite puzzled. Before he came to Persia, his father had a dream and passed on a letter to him, and mentioned some Persian customs to him, such as not eating pork, and banning alcohol. However, the situation seems to be incorrect. At least, the old man's two sons seemed to have no reluctance to alcohol.

The younger brother put the luminous cup in front of An Wufeng, poured wine for him and recited poems silly, and looked proud.

The old man touched the goatee's chin and said, "Grape wine, luminous cup, and you want to drink the pipa immediately. Don't laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war since ancient times?"

It looks quite heart-stirring, and it is indeed a good poem!

This night was the most enjoyable night in a foreign country.

Late at night, on the street, the bonfires were extinguished, and people fell asleep. The old man invited An Wufeng to accompany him.

"My name in the Central Plains is Anshun. You can call Uncle An, or just call him a name." The old man said softly.

An Wufeng said: "You are older than your father, so you are naturally Uncle An."

The old man smiled and said, "The Central Plains is a country of etiquette, it turns out to be so."

The two of them walked unknowingly by a small river. It was late at night, and the cold wind blew on their faces, but the old man's firm posture was still unmoved.

An Wufeng's eyes lit up and he said, "Uncle An, are you a Jianjiazi?"

The old man did not deny it, sighed and said softly: "This place is far away from the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains. The thieves are wandering in the poor mountains and rivers. Hiring corpses is expensive. Unless they gather together to share it together, it is not necessarily safe. Especially in the long-term wars in India, practicing some self-defense martial arts may be prepared for uncertain needs."

An Wufeng was silent for a while and said, "Uncle An, have they all agreed to your decision?"

"Uh..." The old man was slightly stunned, then reacted and said, "I haven't told them yet, but maybe, maybe, they will agree."

From his few uncertain words, An Wufeng naturally felt the old man's confidence and even doubted himself. He said: "Uncle An, you might as well tell them about the various beautiful environments and prospects of the Central Plains. After all, you are in business and must have been through all over the Central Plains. There should be no problem with this area."

The old man's eyes lit up, and he felt a sudden pleasure. He nodded and said, "Of course there is no problem."

The two walked silently along the beach by the river, and the old man suddenly said softly: "Child, you have been in the mountains and miles and traveled to Persia for a long distance, isn't it just a pure trip?"

An Wufengdao: "No."

The old man said, "Can you let uncle listen? Maybe I can help you."

An Wufeng hesitated for a while and said slowly: "Look for someone."

The old man said: "Look for someone?"

An Wufeng said: "Well, he is my uncle."

The old man said, "Oh, what is your uncle doing? Is it business or..."

An Wufeng said: "No, he came to do things with a friend. It has been two years since he was still not informed of him, so..."

The old man's eyes flashed and said, "Child, what's your uncle's name? Let's go inquire tomorrow."

If this comes from another old man's mouth, An Wufeng may be laughing at him, but he knew that the old man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person and had no doubt about his energy. You must know that An Shun lived in the Central Plains for decades and had experienced wars and displaced in the Central Plains, but he still had a life of life. This may not be maintained by his own power. At least, he also had a mysterious force. Although, at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the social status of Persia and others was higher than that of the Han people, this would not be the main reason for them to survive.

An Wufeng said: "His name is Chu Tiange."

The old man was stunned: "Chu Tiange?!"

An Wufengdao: "Yes."

The old man looked shocked and said, "Captain Du Shen's personal disciple, Chu Tiange?"

Since he believed that the old man had a mysterious force in the Central Plains, An Wufeng would not doubt that he knew the existence of Chu Tiange. Moreover, when the captain Du Shen was famous, even ordinary people would talk about it with relish. Not to mention the old man, a trainee, even if he was hidden among the people, he would naturally not miss the attention.

An Wufeng nodded and said, "Yes."

The old man was surprised and said, "Child, you said your surname is An, Hero Chu Tiange, why is your uncle?"

An Wufeng said: "When I was young, he saved me, and I recognized his uncle."

"Oh, so that's it, wait, wait, kid," the old man seemed to suddenly remember something, "What name did you say you called?"

Unwind: "Unwind."

The old man shouted, widened his eyes and looked at An Wufeng incredibly. An Wufeng said, "What's wrong, Uncle An?"

The old man coughed dryly and said, "No wonder, when I heard you report your name, why did I feel a little familiar? It turned out to be a young hero who was famous in the Central Plains and the leader of the Qingcheng Sect."

An Wufeng hurriedly said, "Uncle An, don't laugh at me, that's just a friend in the world who gives face, it's nothing."

The old man nodded and said, "Okay, our family won't speak two people. I'll inquire tomorrow, so you can stay at my house."

An Wufeng did not postpone it either, nodded and said, "Okay."
Chapter completed!