"Uncle Sanzhu, please forgive me..."
At the door of Qin Sanzhu's house, he was squatting at the door smoking dry cigarettes. Li Yuan stepped forward with a heavy voice.
"Cough... Cough!"
Qin Sanzhu had smoked dry tobacco all his life, but now he almost choked to death because of the shriveled calf.
Li Yuan was busy and smiled and patted him on the back. Qin Sanzhu slowly pointed at Li Yuan and scolded, "What are you talking about, old man?"
Li Yuan angrily said: "Uncle Sanzhu, why do you curse people? Your old father, my grandfather Qin Dahu, died. I advise you to mourn. Is that what you said?"