My master is invincible

Chapter 1868 Yin Yang Rice (72)

While talking, Yuan Qingtian smiled at me.

I don't know why, but I always feel that his smile is a bit evil.

I couldn't help staring at him for a while, and was about to speak when I heard Yuan Qingtian speak again.

This time, instead of talking to me, he yelled in the direction of the kitchen, "Daughter-in-law, don't kill the chicken, Xiao Jiu has to go."

I can't laugh or cry, this turn of events is too fast!

However, I didn't stay at his house for long, as he said, we have different ways and don't conspire with each other.

After leaving Yuan Qingtian's house, I felt a little depressed. On the one hand, it was because of his change of attitude, and on the other hand, it was because of what he said, "If, I said, if there is a way to develop this industry, what would you do?" ?”

What can he do?
I muttered something, subconsciously stopped, looked towards Yuan Qingtian's house, and my intuition told me that if there is a way, there will be a large area of ​​death.

I think that because I think of that premonition.

Wait, this Yuan Qingtian seems to be a coffin bearer with Grandpa Yuan Zhenghua, that is to say, this Yuan Qingtian should be Grandpa Yuan Zhenghua's apprentice.

apprentice.

golden coffin.

Yin and Yang rice.

Banknotes that are both yin and yang.

Grandpa Yuan Zhenghua's wish.

For a moment, I seemed to grasp something.

Could it be that….

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could he do this.

Once he did, it would no longer be the rise of the coffin-bearer profession, but a disaster.

Thinking of this, my head went numb, and my whole body trembled involuntarily, no, no, absolutely not like this.

This will only push the profession of coffin bearers to the forefront, and even bring a devastating blow.

No, no, absolutely not.

It’s okay not to think about it, but when I think about it, my whole body starts to twitch, I know, my intermittent tics are out.

I tried my best to calm myself down, but, for some reason, when I thought of what Yuan Qingtian might do, I couldn't restrain my emotions at all.

After touching it for about ten seconds, I couldn't hold on anymore, and the whole person suddenly fell to the ground.

The moment he fell, a figure appeared, it was Yuan Qingtian.

He looked at me suspiciously and asked me, "Xiao Jiu, what's wrong with you?"

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't speak at all, my whole body kept twitching.

"Daughter-in-law, hurry up and take her to the hospital." Yuan Qingtian yelled towards his house.

Hearing this, I mustered my strength and said intermittently, "Don't...don't send me to the hospital."

After saying this, I couldn't hold on anymore, and my head was heavy and I fainted.

When I woke up, it was already 10:30 in the morning, and I was in a house with a few simple pieces of furniture on the opposite side of the bed, and a wooden bench next to me. There was a bowl of steaming porridge.

When I saw the porridge, I frowned. If I guessed correctly, this should be Yuan Qingtian's house.

Immediately, I turned over immediately, and without caring so much, I hurried towards the door.

As soon as he went out, the middle-aged woman came over, holding a bowl of chicken soup in her hand.

As soon as she saw me, she smiled at me and said, "Young man, you woke up so quickly, no wonder the doctor said, you are just malnourished."

I smiled awkwardly, and quickly asked him, "Where's Uncle Yuan?"

She said: "Old Yuan, it seems that I went to the town with Zhenghua to buy funeral supplies. By the way, when Zhenghua came, he saw that you were unconscious, so he took the bank card on your body and said, Let you take good care of your body, as for the next thing, he said, don't worry about it, he has already entrusted it to my old Yuan."

As she spoke, she put the chicken soup aside, and quickly added, "Young man, our old Yuan is not stealing your business, they are just worried about your health."

As soon as I heard it, I felt so depressed, the damn intermittent convulsions, not too soon or too late, happened at this time.

The middle-aged woman saw that my expression was wrong, and thought I was angry, and quickly explained: "Young man, really, our old Yuan really didn't steal your business, he...he..."

Before she finished speaking, I completely understood what she meant. If I guessed correctly, the reason why she brought the chicken soup over was probably because she felt sorry for me, so she said, "I know, it wasn't him stealing the business."

With that said, I'm ready to go out.

As soon as I walked to the door, I suddenly remembered Yuan Qingtian's thoughts, and immediately stopped, and looked at the middle-aged woman. If Yuan Qingtian really had such thoughts, maybe this woman knew.

At that moment, I took a deep breath and asked casually, "Auntie, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" She glanced at me suspiciously, then pulled me into the house, brought me the bowl of chicken soup, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and drink some chicken soup to nourish your nutrition. What do you do? Row."

I was not polite, took the chicken soup and drank it down, and asked her: "Auntie, what made you persist in this poor family for nearly 30 years."

As I said that, I stared at her closely, and continued: "Is it love? Or responsibility?"

She didn't seem to expect me to be like this. She was startled for a moment, and then sighed: "Young man, you may not know that we women, in this life, just guard a man, no matter whether he is poor or rich. He is my man, I can't dislike him just because he has no money, and I can't cling to him just because he has money. People, in this life, you can't use the outside world's values ​​to measure your own value, just like me, no matter how hard life is , Didn’t he survive, and he’s not missing arms or legs either!”

When I heard it, I couldn't believe that such words would come from the mouth of a rural woman.

The middle-aged woman seemed to notice my strangeness, she smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, my hometown is from Kyoto, and I came to this village only after marrying a chicken and following a chicken, marrying a dog and following a dog."

I nodded. I didn’t expect such things behind this woman. Thinking about it, everyone has their own story. Just like a famous person said, everyone’s life experience can be written in a book. Book.

"By the way, young man, what do you want to know?" the woman asked.

I smiled, and asked her: "Auntie, it's fine, I just want to ask, what do you think of Uncle Yuan as a coffin bearer, you know, I'm still young, I don't understand family, so I just want to know I will marry a daughter-in-law in the future, will my daughter-in-law dislike me as a coffin bearer?"

She was startled, stared at me for a while, suddenly, she laughed, and said: "Well, I said you are so funny, your wife will definitely not dislike you as a coffin bearer, if she dislikes you, I won't marry you. However, the question you just asked is on point. As a family member, I really don't like the coffin-carrying profession very much. Let's not say that I have a strange smell on my body, and the other is that I spend all day with the dead How unlucky it is to deal with each other, if possible, I would definitely not let my old Yuan be a coffin bearer."

"Really?" I asked hurriedly, and an idea came to my mind.

(End of this chapter)