The clock house today, the door open, placed under the eight hundred table banquet, both inside and outside or, even the street where the house door bell, at the moment, are filled with seats, as long as the new one, both raw and cooked, can sit down.
Today is an important day. Zhong Fu Zhong's father is eighty years old today.
He is a legend, clock, start empty-handed, hot fifty years, played the entire house, his life in Queensland country like a myth legend.
Even the former Emperor of the great Kunqu Kingdom enjoyed the wine with the old gentleman.
In his life, Zhong was not an official, but a businessman, but in the country of Kun, the status of the old man was very detached. In fifty years, the money earned by Zhong Lao Zi was no longer calculated by Jack, too much, so much to the emperor that even the emperor had accumulated more than those in the millennium.
Even the master of the clock himself did not know how much money he had, because every day there was a large influx of money from all sides.
Perhaps God will make a man, but he has no heir and no child. Although he has married eight wives and concubines, no one can bear him. It seems that heaven has left a big regret for the scenery of Zhong's father.
However, Zhong father did not blame his wife and concubines, but he collected a large number of volunteers. Now, Zhong Zi's son is no less than 100.
All the sons were taught by the bell master of all kinds of knowledge to maintain this great family business. For the sons of justice, the father of the clock is very attentively, every one is a martial arts wizard, as if he had been taken as a son, he looked at their roots.
The son also has children, so though he has no children, he has many generations.
There are many more sons, and all of them are filled with a glimmer of hope. Like the descendants of the emperor, no one is a lamp for saving oil.
Early this morning, there were a large number of people who came to congratulate them, and all of them were filled with a strong sense of happiness.
In the Zhong Fu House, a five storey loft is just like a pagoda in Zhong Fu, which is very conspicuous.
On the top floor of the attic, an old man is looking at the guests from the loft.
The old man is white and white, and the beard of his eyebrows is white. The eyes are bright and bright, and the faces are not angry, but they are full of majesty. This is the fixed sea god needle of Zhong Fu, Zijin Mountain.
The old man's eyebrows are wrinkled as if thinking about something.
At this time, behind the attic, a handsome middle-aged man came up from the stairs. Even if the old man turned his back on him, the middle-aged man bowed slightly.
"The father, the banquet is ready, waiting for you to open the table." The middle-aged man said.
Interrupted by this sound, Zhong father returned to the gods and turned to look at the middle-aged man.
"Zhong Tian, did you repair it to eighth times the day after tomorrow?" The old man said lightly.
"Yes, my father, I am eighth the day after tomorrow, but this year is fifty years old, and this life is hopeless." The middle-aged man sighed the mouth of the mouth.
"Well," the old man nodded.
Then, under the guidance of this clock, down the stairs and slowly towards the front banquet hall.
At the moment, the hall is full of guests, half of whom are the children of Zijin Mountain. The other half is a number of important officials in the great Kun kingdom. Although Zhong father is not official, he still has a very high position in the great Kun kingdom. Though not as good as the four Millennium family, he is not far away.
On the north side of the hall, it is a huge golden longevity character. It is the emperor of today, who gave it to his father.
At the moment, the hall was full of banquet tables, and people were talking about it as if they were talking, but no one moved the table.
"Zhong grandfather arrives to ~ ~" suddenly a shout suddenly.
When the servant shouted, the hall was silent, and no one spoke outside.
He saw only the old man who had made a white eyebrow. He came in from the door and served under the service of Zhongyi Tian.
Although the old man is very old, his spirit is still very good. When he reaches the seat in the middle, there is a smile on his face.
"You can come, thank you for the bell." The old man said to the crowd.
"Where is this old man?"
"Yes, yes"
"Yes, it should."
...
The guests said in a succession of modesty, and the bell master only nodded his head.
"Su Xing, on behalf of his father, congratulates Zhong Zhong's father and his crane for prolonging life and longevity." A purple robe man immediately rose to the master of the clock.
Obviously, this is a royal son of the great Kunlun country today.
"Zhao Lin, the master of generations, congratulates Zhong's son on the same sun and moon, and that the spring and autumn are not old."
"Money three, the master of generations congratulates Zhong Zhong Lao Zi Suzuki Changmin, song he Changchun"
"Sun Li, the master of generations, congratulates Zhong Zhong's son for everything and everything."
"Li Ru, the master of generations, congratulates Zhong Zhong's good luck and good luck."
Another four middle-aged men greet the bell master.
"Well, well, thank you, your majesty and the four masters, please sit down." The old man with a faint smile.
All the people sat down one after another, and then one of the sons of Zhong's son came forward to wish him a happy birthday.
