On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,"Grandpa, you still know to call me! Didn't you say you were going out to take care of some small matters What kind of small matter, it takes three years to fix I thought you kicked the bucket!","I can't get in touch with him. I've been calling him for three years, but all calls go unanswered."。