Chapter 277: Afgo (1/2)

”Fouber?” Xia Ruofei is also a bit stunned.

Because the villager seems to be at least sixty years old, and if Li Zhifu is the ”Fu Bo” in his mouth, how old is it?

At this time, Song Lao also stepped forward and said: ”The fellow, if you said 'Fu Bo' used to live in that house, it should be the person we are looking for. Do you know his current situation? ”

The villager said: ”Fouber moved away eight years ago. I heard that he was old and was taken care of by his daughter...”

Song Lao revealed a touch of joy and said: ”So, Afu Ge should still be healthy?”

Xia Ruofei once again showed a surprised look. It seems that this Li Zhifu is indeed not young. Even Song always calls him ”Afghan”. You must know that Song Lao is over 80 years old.

”That's not clear,” the villager said. ”But before he moved, his body was quite tough. He could go to the mountains to pick tea!”

Song Lao looked a little excited and asked: ”Where, do you know where Afghan's daughter lives?”

The villager scratched his head and said: ”This is not very clear. I remember that before Fouber did not move away, his daughter often came to see him. I thought it was not married to the field, but what did he live in? I really don't know where I am.”

”Oh... do you know if Afghan has any relatives in the village?” Song asked.

“It seems that there is no!” The villagers said with some uncertainty. “I have not heard that Fu Bo has other relatives in the village...”

”It turned out to be like this...” Song Lao said with some disappointment, ”Thank you for your fellowship!”

”You're welcome!” said the villager. ”Right, are you also coming to Fobao to make tea? Some time ago, it seems that a group of people from the city came to the village to look for him...”

”Cake tea?” Song Lao stunned, and then said to himself, ”Afghan's craftsmanship of tea was really good! Is he so famous now? Even people outside are attracted to find him. ......”

The villager said: ”Fouber's tea-making craftsmanship is famous in Shili Baxiang, especially in the grasp of baking fire. It can be said that no one in Wuyishan is better than him. The tea he personally baked is worth at least. I can double it! But Forbe hasn't made tea for many years. If you come to Fowe to make tea, go back! Even if you find him, he won't shoot.”

Song Lao asked strangely: ”Why?”

”I don't know this. About a decade ago, Fouber no longer made tea for people. At the beginning, there were many bosses who came to ask him to go out, but he didn't want to give much money. Later, no one came. The villager said.

”Oh... I know, thank you, fellow!” said Song Lao.

The villager left with a hoe, and Song’s brow was slightly wrinkled, thinking about something.

Xia Ruofei said: ”The head, do you want to ask in the village again? Maybe someone knows where the daughter of Mr. Li Zhifu lives?”

”It can only be like this.” Song Lao sighed and said.

Xia Ruofei remembered that there were many people sitting there chatting at the entrance to the village, and most of them were elderly people who were old, so they went straight to the village with Song Lao.