Chen Luo learned it and remembered it well. He didn't know why his third uncle asked him to do this, but there must be a reason. Every line has its own wisdom. Chen Luo didn't feel like he had crossed over. The knowledge in his head was more practical than the experience accumulated by several generations of others.,Uncle Three watched from the side, paying close attention to Chen Luo's every move and occasionally offering him advice.,Chen Luo held a can in his hand, with a kind expression, beckoning to the mangy dog.。