On the second-floor terrace, there was a radio hanging on the wall wrapped in thin wooden boards for protection, currently playing Shan Tianfang's "The Seven Heroes and Five Gallants," Episode Twelve:
"The earth-moving rat returns home for its adopted son, while the thunderbolt ghost leaves home to find its adoptive father."
Li Sanjiang was leisurely lying on a wicker chair, holding a cigarette in his left hand, and a large tea mug steeped with dried orange peels in his right.
It was not yet summer, and the weather was not hot, so he didn't need to worry about not having a hand free to hold a palm fan.
"Grandmaster, it's time to take your medicine."
"Yes, okay."
Li Sanjiang took a bowl of medicine, blew on it, and drank it in small sips. It couldn't be helped; the medicine was really bitter, but it was his great-grandson's thoughtful gesture, so no matter how bitter, he had to drink it.
