After seeing off the guests, Zhao Lanzhi personally went out and pulled Xu Xianxiong out from the small shop.
"What's the matter? Why are you so hurried?" The small shop was not busy in winter, so a lot of people gathered there to play mahjong and cards. The games weren't too big or too small, with people winning or losing a few dollars each day. Xu Xianxiong, when he was young, was good for nothing and knew nothing about farm work, but he had paid enough "tuition" in his card-playing days that he was now mostly winning rather than losing.
So, when it wasn't busy in winter, he enjoyed playing a few rounds to earn some money for oil and salt.
"My son is coming back, what do you think it's about?"
"You're not lying to me?"
"Are you stupid, or am I? Do I need to lie to you?" Zhao Lanzhi glanced at him, "Qigang's teammate Li Bin had someone send the message specifically, they're probably almost at the station, hurry up and pick him up."
