Everything I bought on online shopping platforms was genuine.

Lin Mo felt that Emperor Ruyan might not have understood. He wasn't talking about the white tiger like Gong Baiwan, but the divine beast white tiger!

But given the current situation, it's impossible to say it outright, and even if we did, we wouldn't be able to meet. After thinking about it, I decided to wait and see, since there are alternatives to this option.

He should probably get a manual shaver instead of his electric one, preferably with some foam added for a silky smooth feel, which will still achieve the same effect.

As for bio-grenades, forget about them. Although they don't harm people and only make a sound, they're really useless to carry around.

This isn't some supernatural city, it's just a fantasy city at the foot of Tianshi Mountain, how could there be anything like zombies here?

Even if it really exists, did it only appear today because he went back to his hometown to pay respects at his ancestors' graves?

We can't let him use it in case he blows up his grandpa, can we? Besides, his grandpa was cremated, so he won't turn into a zombie.

Therefore, this kind of thing that can only make a sound is not cost-effective at all.

The 3D pure silver engraving of the Eight Horses is, frankly speaking, just a piece of silver. Trying to sell it for a high price is practically impossible.

Besides, silver is only a few dollars a gram now, so there's no need for it. All that's left are Super Seven Wolves popsicles and hair removal cream.

The firecrackers also make a sound, and there are 24 of them, which is much more cost-effective than biochemical grenades. Emperor Ruyan didn't choose the hair removal cream; he wanted to think about it himself.

That's why he put it aside. Actually, he was already leaning towards Seven Wolves firecrackers, but he didn't pay directly because he was afraid he wouldn't know how to get them later.

It would be better to wait until he goes to the countryside before making it happen, since he hasn't set off fireworks and firecrackers for several years during the Lunar New Year.

If I take it out in advance, I'll have to figure out where to put it. And if it gets bumped or explodes, that would be interesting.

Soon, the family of three finished breakfast, then packed their things, stuffed the gifts into the trunk, and drove away.

Mom drove her Passat back to her parents' home in Hukou Village, while Lin Mo and Old Lin headed towards Qinghe Village one after the other.

An hour later, the two successfully returned to their hometown.

"Wow, Dad, why is there still a door left open?!"

As soon as he got out of the car, Lin Mo asked curiously.

When I last came back, there was a whole courtyard. Although the house was old, it was at least one family living there. But this time, the original courtyard and old house have all disappeared, leaving only a flat open space, and even the foundation layout is roughly planned with white lime around it.

As for the demolished houses, walls, and other debris, they have all been cleaned up. Construction will begin immediately after the weather warms up in the spring, starting from scratch.

Of course, not everything was left of the old house. At the original entrance to the courtyard, a large gate still stands alone, which seems to have been deliberately left behind, and new Spring Festival couplets have been pasted on it.

"Of course, a door means a home. Our old house wasn't even finished before the New Year, so naturally we have to keep the door."

As he spoke, Comrade Lin retrieved the key from under a nearby stone, unlocked the door, pushed it open, and then slid inside.

Although the door made no difference whether it existed or not, Comrade Lin still chose to enter through it, as if it were some kind of ritual.

Of course, it wasn't that nothing was left in the yard. The two jujube trees planted by his grandparents were still there, which seemed to be the only remaining remnant of the old house.

It's said that renovating an old house is a man's dream, but seeing everything you grew up in and that you're familiar with disappear is quite poignant.

Comrade Lin stepped through the gate, looked around the former yard, now a spacious and flat area, and then turned back to say, "Son, go to the trunk and take out the firecrackers and fireworks!"

"okay"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo quickly opened the trunk of his father's car and found a string of firecrackers and two boxes of ceremonial cannons.

The father and son spread the firecrackers out on the ground and set up the salute cannons. Then, Comrade Lin took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out two cigarettes, and handed one to him.

Seeing the cigarette his father offered him, Lin Mo was taken aback: "Dad, I don't smoke."

"I know, I'll smoke one today and light a firecracker later." With that, Comrade Lin used one hand to block the flame, pressed the lighter, and instantly a flame shot up.

At that moment, Lin Mo looked at Old Lin's somewhat solemn expression and seemed to understand something. He then put the cigarette in his mouth, raised his hand to shield his eyes from the wind, and lowered his head slightly.

The faint burning sound of the cigarette being lit by the flame was clearly audible to Lin Mo. At this moment, it seemed as if a certain responsibility had been passed on, and at the same time, it was a father's recognition of his son.

As a man, Lin Mo had an indescribable feeling at this moment, because he knew clearly that the cigarette his father offered was not just a cigarette, but a responsibility, an acknowledgment, an acknowledgment that he was capable of supporting the family, even better than himself.

Otherwise, a father would not easily hand over responsibility to his son. This involves both recognition of his son and a helpless compromise with himself.

There was nothing he could do; his son was now better than him, and as a father, Lao Lin felt both gratified and helpless.

Actually, it was clear from the moment he was transferred that Lin Mo's parents had discussed it at home more than once. Now, they would consider it a success if he just took care of his health and didn't hold their son back.

As a puff of white smoke escaped from Lin Mo's mouth, the father and son exchanged a smile, completing the handover ceremony with remarkable tacit understanding.

Without being explicitly stated, changes were made subtly and imperceptibly.

Soon, a flurry of firecrackers rang out from the Lin family's old house, accompanied by the booming of celebratory cannons in the air, announcing to Qinghe Village that someone from the Lin family had returned. After the firecrackers subsided, Old Lin returned to his car and picked up paper money, fruit, and a plate of dumplings: "Son, grab the wine, and come with me to the fields to pay respects at your grandparents' graves!"

"coming!"

The father and son crossed the frozen river and soon arrived at their own land at the foot of the mountain, where the Lin family's graves were located.

Today, Comrade Lin was unusually talkative at the grave, rambling on about how the old house was going to be renovated and how his grandson had become successful.

After the paper money had burned out and the flames were completely extinguished, the father and son turned back.

However, when he returned, Comrade Lin was clearly in a better mood.

As Lin Mo passed by the river next to his old home, he looked at the ice on it and suddenly took out two things from his pocket that were thicker and longer than firecrackers and looked like detonators. He laughed and said, "Dad, wanna play with some?"

Upon hearing this, Old Lin turned his head, looked at the thing in his hand with a puzzled expression, and asked, "What is this, a firecracker?"

"Uh, no, this is a firecracker!" Lin Mo said.

That's right, this thing is the Super Seven Wolves snap pop, a total of twenty-four. He put two in his pocket and the rest in the car.

He hadn't expected it to be so big; to be honest, he was a little hesitant to put it down.

Upon hearing this, Old Lin looked incredulous: "Snap pop? Are you kidding me? You call something this big a snap pop?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo threw out a ball, and the father and son followed the movement.

The moment the firecracker struck the ice, a muffled explosion, even more so than a double-bang, rang out.

With a deafening roar, sparks flew everywhere, and a hole was blasted into the ice surface, still emitting white smoke. The area affected by the sparks was approximately three meters in radius.

In an instant, Lin Mo shuddered, and Old Lin stumbled.

"Damn it, where did you get those grenades? Throw them away, throw them away now!" Old Lin shouted.

Seeing this, Lin Mo threw out the other one he was holding as well.

With another loud bang, Comrade Lin was completely stunned.

Five minutes later, at the entrance of his old home, there were still 22 super snap pops in a box on the ground, but in Lao Lin's eyes, these things were no different from detonators.

“Son, tell your dad the truth, you haven’t done anything illegal or disorderly outside, have you? I don’t get the feeling that you’re a restaurant owner, but rather someone who’s trying to smuggle weapons!” Old Lin said with a suspicious look.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo rolled his eyes at him: "Can't you see it? There's still wrapping paper on it. It's a firecracker, not a hand grenade. This thing is just a larger version of a firecracker."

I was thinking of bringing them back for my grandpa to put out a couple to celebrate, but they seemed a bit big, so I didn't dare put them out!

Old Lin:
"Stop having such dangerous thoughts. Anyone with common sense knows we're going to visit graves. Anyone who didn't would think we were shelling our own ancestral graves!"

After looking at the packaging paper, Lao Lin was finally sure that this thing was indeed a firecracker, and he was relieved.

"Then tell me, what should we do with the rest?" Lin Mo asked helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Old Lin glanced at his son, their eyes met, and then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Three minutes later.

boom! !

boom! !

boom! !

Explosions echoed across his house site.

"Hey, this thing is really powerful! The noise is getting louder and louder, our family's land is sure to become more and more prosperous this year."

Son, watch out for your dad's double whammy!

As he spoke, Old Lin threw out two rockets at the same time, which exploded on the foundation.

"Dad, you're no good. My triple attack is much more powerful!" Lin Mo said, throwing out three balls at the same time.

For a time, gunfire erupted around the Lin family's old residence, leading the surrounding residents to believe that their home had been attacked by terrorists.

The alarms on both cars went off, but the father and son were having a blast.

(End of this chapter)