Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 328

Looking at these words, it's as if you can see Yin Meng standing in front of you, stomping her feet angrily and rolling her eyes.

In my ears, I could almost hear Yin Meng's Sichuan dialect, which would naturally slip out whenever she got emotional, with the ending tone rising and drawn out.

Logically, there should be a friendly greeting word before it, such as "guā wāzi" (idiot), "hār" (idiot), or "bā pī lóng" (bastard).

Runsheng felt that the reason for not adding it was probably because Yinmeng hadn't figured out how to translate these dialect words into characters in the first place, and that Yinmeng herself had already done her best to maintain this "interaction," just like how she had struggled to maintain her Yin state back then.

but,

Runsheng really enjoys this kind of personal memory, which transforms into an interaction between the two of them.

Even just this one sentence evokes a completely different feeling.

Besides, this is the only time he uses his brain each day.

One sentence is enough.

Any more than that, and his brain probably wouldn't be able to hold it all.

Ok,
They probably can't write it over there either.

The wind blew again, erasing the marks on the ground.

It was as if nothing had ever happened; the divide between Yin and Yang remained distinct.

Runsheng used a shovel to bury the ashes.

What she meant was, stop burning clothes, it's such a waste of money.

Runsheng decided to listen to her.

But when we contact each other again, we should burn something.

Regardless of the prerequisites for such a sacrifice, one should at least express one's sincerity.

At this moment, Runsheng came up with a solution.

he thinks,
Paper offerings,

It is truly a great invention.

Runsheng himself is very good at this.

When he doesn't have much work to do, he often sits there watching TV while making paper offerings.

Runsheng plans to make some more himself and burn them for Yinmeng underground.

Shaking the dirt off the shovel, Runsheng finally understood why so many boys and girls would come to the store to buy colorful square pieces of paper when he was selling things at the university.

Lu Yi told him that he bought it specifically to fold into stars, collect them in a jar, and give it to the person he liked.

original,

These folded stars are another form of paper crafting.

"Runsheng!"

Tan Wenbin led Lin Shuyou over.

Runsheng carried a Yellow River shovel and walked out of the woods by the river.

Lin Shuyou: "Runsheng, what are you doing here all by yourself?"

Before Ayou could get an answer, Tan Wenbin pointed in the direction of the bearded man's house and said:
"Let's go cut down some trees."

Li Sanjiang is asleep.

Then everyone can start their nighttime work.

In fact, the whole family only needed to keep it a secret from Li Sanjiang.

There's not even a need to avoid Xiao Hei.

On the first floor of Big Beard's house, Xiao Yingying was sleeping with Benben in her arms.

From the moment Benben was born, his parents took him to the river. Having been to so many dark and evil places, he had become accustomed to them, if not corrupted by them.

Therefore, children prefer cold and yin, and dislike dryness and heat.

This summer should have been extremely unbearable and uncomfortable for him, but fortunately, there was a dead body lying next to him. The chilling air emanating from it was like the coolest and most pleasant evening breeze on a summer night for Benben.

Benben also likes to hold a strand of Xiao Yingying's hair with his little hand while sleeping.

My hair was wet and slippery, and it felt very comfortable to hold in my hand.

This should have been a peaceful and warm scene, but upstairs...

"Crunch... crunch ...

In the past, even a servant born into the Dragon King's household was considered unapproachable by people in the martial arts world.

Now, the couple has settled down and enjoys a stable life, and both of their Dragon King families are in a stage of dwindling population.

If not now, when?
Their goals were modest, and they didn't expect much. They worked hard, focused on conceiving, and first filled the niche of having offspring in the Dragon King's household!

Despite their excellent health, abundant and plentiful seeds, and fertile soil, they still couldn't successfully plant another seed after all this time.

After the medicinal herb garden was initially completed, Xiong Shan shamelessly asked Lao Tian for help in preparing some medicine.

Old Tian is a good man; he really helped him get a match.

Although Lao Tian knew that it was highly unlikely that the two of them would have a second child.

This situation is exactly the same as the predicament that the Third Master and Third Madam faced when the young master was a child.

Old Tian still remembers that time when he secretly stood outside the door, sensing the murderous aura that Third Master and Third Madam were exuding towards the young master.

At that time, Lao Tian had already made up his mind that as long as the Third Master and Third Madam dared to lay a hand on the young master, he would risk his life to rush in and protect the young master. At worst, he would betray the Zhao family and flee to the ends of the earth on his own behalf.

Having children who are blessed with good fortune is already a blessing from heaven, and it is unrealistic to want more when one's already overflowing wealth is already a blessing.

However, these are things that are best kept to oneself and are not convenient to say to the person involved. Moreover, the person involved may have some understanding of them, but still refuses to admit defeat.

"what sound?"

Lin Shuyou walked to the outside of the bearded man's house and looked up with some confusion.

Tan Wenbin:
"Symphony of Destiny".

Although Brother Yuan said that we could cut as much as we wanted.

However, Tan Wenbin still chose the outer edge of the peach orchard, and in order to avoid cutting too abruptly, he tried to take care of all the corners and edges to make it look more even.

After cutting enough wood for the design, the three carried it home on their shoulders.

Runsheng carried the most loads and piled them high, yet his steps remained steady.

Lin Shuyou's arm span is slightly shorter than Runsheng's due to his longer arm span.

With not much material left, Tan Wenbin was able to relax.

After the timber arrives, we go to the large truck to pick up the materials.

Li Zhuiyuan was in the rice paddy setting up a simple illusion and isolation formation. He knew he couldn't finish it tonight, so that his great-grandfather wouldn't notice anything when he got up to urinate tomorrow morning. These concealments had to be prepared in advance.

From the outside, you won't be able to tell the changes unless you go deep into the rice paddies.

Under normal circumstances, no one in the village would venture deep into someone else's field. Uncle Qin and Xiong Shan might come, but they could sense the abnormality here and knew who did it.

Ah Li worked alongside Li Zhuiyuan, and the girl enjoyed the feeling of working with the boy, as if this field was her new collectible.

The two worked together very well. Li Zhuiyuan was in charge of pointing out the positions, while A Li used a small shovel to dig holes and place the array flags. As she filled the holes, the small shovel would gently touch the array flags, which served as a test.

As more and more materials were moved, in addition to Runsheng continuing to move the rest, Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou had joined in the construction of the dojo.

One used the power of the Blood Ape, and the other activated his vertical pupils; their posture was comparable to the urgency and seriousness they displayed when facing powerful enemies in the past.

This made Li Zhuiyuan, who had already set up the formation, the most useless one at the moment. Staying in the field would not only not provide much efficiency, but he would also have to worry about being bumped into by the two of them.

Therefore, the boy simply took the girl's hand and walked out, sat on the roof of the workshop, looked out from above, and checked for any omissions or deficiencies.

After Runsheng moved all his things over and joined in, the scene before us felt like watching a movie on fast forward.

The groundwork was quickly completed, with most of it finished. Based on the blueprints, only the slots remained.

What Li Zhuiyuan wanted was a high-standard dojo, so that it could be "solved once and for all" and avoid the need for renovations later.

Sometimes, the way to upgrade standards can be quite simple and unpretentious.

Liu Yumei lay on the bed inside the house, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan, listening to the sounds from the fields outside, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

If that old man knew how capable his mules were, he probably wouldn't bother with funeral services anymore; he'd just switch to a construction team and make real money.

After a while, the smile on Liu Yumei's face gradually faded, turning into a sense of helplessness.

If only Xiao Yuan's lamp hadn't spontaneously combusted before it was lit that day, I could have given myself more time to prepare, to get the necessary parts ready, to cut the necessary parts, and to make the necessary contracts...

Why would Xiao Yuan, who lives in the family, need to build his own practice room and dojo?

Sigh, it's so frustrating. I'm practically sitting on a gold mine but can't spend it.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open, and Ah Li came in.

Liu Yumei stopped fanning herself and pretended to be fast asleep.

Ah Li walked to the offering table, took down several memorial tablets, and went outside.

The door is not closed.

After a while, Ah Li came in again, this time carrying a basket. She put the memorial tablets from the altar into the basket, then carried the heavy, full basket out.

The door was still open.

After a while, a "gurgling" sound came from outside.

Ah Li was holding a rope, the other end of which was tied to a board with four wheels underneath, making it a simple cart.

The bottom two rows of memorial tablets had already been taken, and the girl stood on the chair and began to take the ones from the top.

After being removed, they are neatly stacked on a cart, and the process is repeated over and over again.

Finally, it even climbed onto the offering table and cleaned up the top few rows as well.

There were too many memorial tablets, and they were too heavy. When the cart was pulled, it made a "buzzing" sound instead of a "gurgling" sound, indicating that it was overburdened.

Lying on the bed, Liu Yumei turned her head and looked towards the door.

The door was still open.

However, everything on the offering table had already been sold out.

"It's alright, you weren't completely unhelpful. You all contributed to Xiao Yuan's dojo."

Ah Li came in again.

This time, they didn't linger at the altar but went straight into the bedroom.

Liu Yumei was stunned for a moment: Could it be that they're going to put me in the foundation too?
The girl stood by the bed, looking at her grandmother lying in front of her, pretending to be asleep.

Grandma was a little flustered and couldn't keep up the act any longer, so she opened her eyes.

The girl turned around and pointed to the empty offering table.

Liu Yumei: "The ancestors have all gone out for a walk. It's alright, they'll come back on their own tomorrow morning."

The girl shook her head.

The construction period is tight.

Liu Yumei sat up and said, "You go outside and wait here first. Grandma will go and call the ancestors back."

Ah Li nodded, turned around and left the house.

Liu Yumei draped a coat over herself, got up, and walked out of the east room.

In the west room.

Uncle Qin was soaking his feet in a wooden tub. The water was half white and half black, and contained hot stones that were constantly boiling.

Whether it was learning martial arts in his early years, traveling along the river later, or participating in some special projects on the orders of the old lady, all of these left Uncle Qin with many hidden injuries.

Aunt Liu would often give him treatments.

For this reason, Aunt Liu would often tease him:

"Look at Runsheng, and then look at you."

Uncle Qin could only reply, "When I was young, I was also reckless."

Of course, Uncle Qin was also aware that Runsheng was now on a path that had exceeded his imagination.

Although the two cannot be compared in terms of absolute strength, Runsheng's future development has, at present, broken through Qin Shu's constraints.

This is simply a matter of timing and fate.

Putting aside Runsheng's special physical condition, there was a small Yuan standing in front of Runsheng, a treatment that Runsheng had not received when he traveled alone across the river.

However, Uncle Qin wouldn't dwell on this too much. Firstly, it's a tradition in the Qin family to walk the river alone, facing the turbulent waves by oneself, in order to master the "Qin Family Dragon-Watching Method".

Secondly, dwelling on this is unfair to the elderly woman who raised me and whom I consider her my own child.

Ultimately, it was his own fault for not being able to stand up for the Qin and Liu families when they were in their most critical moment.

Aunt Liu caught a black centipede and placed it on Uncle Qin's neck.

Uncle Qin reached out and picked it up.

The black centipede opened its mouthparts and bit Uncle Qin's neck, sucking out wisps of stagnant energy.

Uncle Qin: "It's very lively outside."

Aunt Liu: "What's wrong, are your hands itching?"

Uncle Qin: "This should have been my job."

Aunt Liu: "Alright, they can do it themselves, it's just that we don't want to interfere."

Uncle Qin: "Sigh, it's just that when I can help but can't, I always feel a bit uneasy."

Aunt Liu: "After Xiao Yuan finishes his journey across the river, the Qin and Liu families will meet again, and the Dragon King will be here. All those old scores should be settled. The old lady remembers them all."

“Duoduoduo…”

There was a knock on the door.

The two immediately realized it was the old lady.

Because in this house, only the old lady's footsteps could be heard, so they couldn't detect them.

Aunt Liu opened the door.

Liu Yumei: "Go, go restock."

Aunt Liu: "Now?"

Liu Yumei: "They're getting impatient waiting over there."

Aunt Liu: "I'll go right away."

In the past, Ah Li would occasionally use one or two memorial tablets.

On the altar, it looks very unsightly if the memorial tablets are missing.

So over time, Aunt Liu kept two sets of memorial tablets in her room for backup.

Aunt Liu went out to set up her stall.

Liu Yumei went into the house.

Uncle Qin stood up, wanting to put on his shoes.

"Sit down and keep soaking."

"Yes, Mistress."

Liu Yumei looked Qin Shu up and down and said, "Child, you've suffered so much these years. You've been running around and supporting everything, both at home and outside."

"Mistress, it is because I am dull-witted..."

“A-Ting is right. I remember all those debts. I thought the best ending in this life would be to stay with my Ah-Li and live out my life quietly, without having a chance to avenge those grudges.”

Now...hehe.

My ancestor from the Liu family, Liu Qingcheng, was a figure of mixed reputation.

But at least the chivalrous spirit of the martial arts world has passed.

Putting the greater good first, putting the greater good first... Our Qin and Liu families have sacrificed enough for the greater good.

Fortune changes like the wind.
almost,

The time for us to settle our scores is almost here.

Ali,

You should take good care of yourself.

"As ordered!"

Liu Yumei walked out of the west room and onto the dam. She looked up and saw that the moon was bright and the stars were few tonight.

Aunt Liu has just set up a new set of memorial tablets.

Over there, the sound of a small cart came from below the dam; his own granddaughter had come to buy goods again.

Seeing Ah Li in her red dress pulling a small cart, Liu Yumei couldn't help but smile.

If I weren't really old and my body couldn't compare to when I was younger, I would have gone to experience pulling a cart with my granddaughter, even at the risk of suffering the backlash.

It comes again with a "gurgling" sound, and goes away with a "buzzing" sound.

After the cart was hauled away, the altar in the east room became empty again.

Aunt Liu worked quickly and efficiently, and added the third set.

After doing all this, Aunt Liu said to Liu Yumei with some concern:

"There are only three sets left. If you take any more, there won't be any left."

"We should need exactly three sets."

“But Xiao Yuan rarely goes into the east room, let alone the storeroom, how would he know…”

“If Ah Li knows, then Xiao Yuan will know too.”

Aunt Liu: "Look at your granddaughter, she really does favor outsiders."

Liu Yumei: "Xiao Yuan is the only heir of the Qin and Liu families in this generation. Legally speaking, everything in the house belongs to him. Our A Li is just moving her own things around. How is that siding with outsiders?"

Aunt Liu: "Yes, yes, you're right, you've always been right."

Liu Yumei reached out and pinched Aunt Liu's face, pulling it outwards.

Aunt Liu was about to cry out in pain, but when she saw the serious look in the old lady's eyes, she quieted down.

“Ali has a lot of hidden injuries. A-Ting, you’re getting older. This pinch makes you look less youthful than when you were a child.”

"I'm trying my best to please you, but you just keep poking fun at me."

"Hehe, with that mouth of yours, in the old days, you'd probably be locked up in the Liu family's torture chamber and never come out."

"I don't believe that Miss Liu will definitely protect me."

Liu Yumei let go of her hand and instead gently rubbed the back of her hand against Aunt Liu's face.

"I can't sleep tonight, make me a pot of tea."

"Is this the tea your sister brought back? I saw you enjoying it quite a bit during the day."

"Begging for a beating!"

……

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Tan Wenbin sat on the ground, panting. He swallowed hard, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a drag, and then coughed.

Getting into a fight is nowhere near as tiring as getting into a work session.

Because the outcome of a fight is quick—either you knock the other person down or you get knocked down yourself—but when you're working, you have to keep your head down and keep working, and you get even less of a chance to catch your breath than when you're fighting.

Lin Shuyou, who was sitting next to Tan Wenbin, pursed his dry lips and reached out to take the cigarette from Tan Wenbin's mouth so he could take a puff himself.

As a result, Tan Wenbin slapped his hand away and gave him a flick on the head.

Runsheng was covered in sweat, but he stood there. He had the best endurance and didn't feel tired. Instead, he was excited and a little excited.

Lin Shuyou: "Is the Qin family's Dragon-Observing Technique really that amazing? Why do I feel that Runsheng is so excited tonight?"

Tan Wenbin: "Normal."

Lin Shuyou: "Normal?"

Tan Wenbin: "Weren't you also very excited after you came back from your date with Chen Lin?"

Lin Shuyou: "No way."

Tan Wenbin: "Xiao Yuan and I were in the top-floor dorm, right in front of the bathroom sink. Who was it that came here to take two cold showers in the middle of the night that night?"

Lin Shuyou: "It's too hot in the dorm and I can't sleep..."

Tan Wenbin: "I believe it."

The three laborers finished their work for the night and stood by watching.

Li Zhuiyuan and A Li walked on the foundation. The boy placed memorial tablets into the grooves, and as soon as one was placed, A Li handed him another. The two worked together smoothly.

After filling half of the can, Li Zhuiyuan stopped, opened two cans of Jianlibao, one for himself and one for the girl.

The two decided to take a break.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Runsheng, Binbin, it's over for tonight, you should go and get some rest too." Runsheng: "Okay."

Everyone got up and left, as they needed to rest because they had to work again tomorrow night. No one complained.

Seeing that Tan Wenbin was walking with a slight sway, Lin Shuyou asked with concern:

"Brother Bin, Zhou Yunyun will come here to find you tomorrow morning."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid you'll be too tired to get up."

"You don't look much better than me."

"I can sleep in the coffin until I naturally wake up."

"Hehe, Chen Lin is here too, but she deliberately didn't let us tell you, she wanted to give you a surprise."

Lin Shuyou: "..."

The two walked to the dam and saw Runsheng, who had returned earlier, riding a tricycle and stopping on the steps of the dam.

Tan Wenbin: "Runsheng, are you going out so late?"

Runsheng: "Okay, let's eat."

Tan Wenbin: "Is it delicious?"

Runsheng: "Delicious."

Tan Wenbin: "Is this something only you can eat?"

Runsheng: "There's also some that you can eat."

Tan Wenbin: "I'm hungry."

After saying that, Tan Wenbin got into the tricycle and lay down: "Wake me up when we get there, ouch..."

Lin Shuyou also squeezed in and lay down.

"Call me too!"

Runsheng released the handbrake, and the tricycle drove down the steps.

On the riverbank, the moonlight was bright, and all was quiet.

A rapid splashing sound shattered the tranquility.

A large rat with a white skirt tied around its waist was kicking its legs hard behind it, and its tail was spinning rapidly in circles. If you didn't know better, you would think it was a small boat with an engine sailing at night.

The large white rat was pushing a coffin in front of it, which contained various collected incense ingredients, pots and pans, and all kinds of seasonings.

"We've only been quiet for a short while, and you're back again. You're addicted to this, aren't you!"

"Either don't come at all, or come at a set time, come whenever you feel like it, be available whenever you're called. What does that mean?"

In the past, the white rats would set up their stalls depending on their mood, wandering between village ancestral halls and temples, collecting offerings as they pleased, cooking a meal as they pleased, and finally feeding it to whomever they felt like it.

Back then, it lived a truly carefree and leisurely life.

She truly regretted it; why hadn't she been braver that night? She had come to cook wontons when asked.

What should have been a pleasant experience for both host and guests turned into a nightmare.

That day, I was leisurely nestled in a haystack, humming a little tune and popping some dried fruit into my mouth, when a cool, aloof figure in white appeared in front of me.

Then, without further ado, it picked up its tail and headed east.

He cried and begged for mercy, but the other party remained unmoved.

It wasn't until I said I hadn't taken the kitchen utensils that the other person immediately led me around again.

She thought the other person was going to take her to Shanghai.

If you're thinking of going, then go. The hustle and bustle of Shanghai is worth experiencing; consider it a trial by fire.

Who knew that the person carrying him was walking along the Shanghai border, and then with a "plop," threw him into the river.

Shanghai is right in front of me, but I am in Nantong—a place where outstanding people are not found.

The leisurely life is over; it's time to clock in and out.

But even the latter became a luxury, turning into being on standby at any time.

How do you prepare this dish? How do you season it? And this stock, you can't just make it like that! Why don't you just throw me in and let it boil for a bit?
Filled with resentment, I arrived at the shore.

One, two, three...

Oh my god, there are so many people again!
Lin Shuyou saw a large white rat walk ashore, and his tired eyes opened again with vertical pupils.

"Pfft!"

The white rat, which had just been full of complaints, was so frightened by this oppressive aura that it immediately lay face down on the ground.

The voice of the White Crane Boy was conveyed through Lin Shuyou's words:

"I am here. Serve me well. Any negligence will be met with... heh hmph~"

The White Crane Boy was once a spirit of the underworld and was worshipped by incense, so he was naturally familiar with this kind of rat-worshiping ritual that went from temple to temple.

In the early days of war and chaos, rat sacrifices were extremely common, but now that we live in a peaceful and prosperous era, they are rarely seen.

It is mainly during difficult times that people tend to seek the protection of gods and spirits. Now, the offerings and incense are becoming more and more abundant, but the hearts are becoming less and less sincere.

The vertical pupils are closed.

Lin Shuyou asked with some concern, "If a rat cooks something, is it safe to eat?"

Runsheng seems to be a regular customer, but he's the kind of person who can eat even zombies like beef jerky, so getting him sick from eating something like that is too difficult.

Tan Wenbin, already looking expectant, said, "Didn't Tong Zigang say it's no problem, it's edible?"

The startled white rats started cooking.

Soon, one dish after another was served.

Lin Shuyou took a bite and said, "Mmm, delicious! Sigh, I should have brought Brother Xiaoyuan along."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiaoyuan doesn't like to make a fuss, probably because he doesn't like this kind of scene."

The white rat stretched out to both sides while breathing, a smile on its face, and cursed wildly in its heart, yet it held the pot in its hands steadily.

But as it was cooking, the white rat suddenly noticed that the fur on its wrist was bald.

Actually, there had been signs of hair loss here before. I thought it was because of the change in environment or because it was burned by the fire when cooking. But now, the bald area is even larger, and it feels cool and smooth to the touch.

The white rat stared at all this in disbelief, realizing that this was a sign of good deeds being bestowed upon it.

At this moment, the mouse's worldview was completely shattered.

In the past, in the countryside, I would make fried rice for some bright children and soup for some respected elders. Over time, the merit I accumulated was like a drizzle, not enough to wet my own fur.

As a result, after cooking for these people a few times, I actually had to get my hair removed!
I thought I was just drifting through this life with no future, but then I was transformed into a human right before my eyes!
What did I just hear someone say? That there's still a "big brother" on the other side who hasn't arrived yet?
The white rat immediately said, "That's easy. Let me put on some clothes and gloves tomorrow night, and tuck my tail between my legs. I guarantee that person won't find it disgusting!"

Tan Wenbin remained noncommittal upon hearing this.

Lin Shuyou: "I find it quite amusing to watch you cook now."

The white rat ladled the food out of the pot and said, "No feast is complete without fish. Please wait a moment, I'll go get some!"

Lin Shuyou: "Why didn't you bring it with you?"

The white rat said, "There's too much food; it can't fit in one coffin. Besides, this stuff won't be fresh if it's left on the shore for too long."

After saying that, the white rat turned around and jumped into the river.

A moment later, the large white rat surfaced, its two paws clutching two fish, one in its mouth, and the other curled up on its tail.

It was indeed fresh; it was caught on the spot.

Tan Wenbin pointed to the line on the white rat's tail and said, "Release this one."

The white rat, puzzled, said, "But it's the freshest!"

Tan Wenbin: "But it's a protected animal."

……

Early in the morning, Runsheng went to the fields with Uncle Qin.

Zhou Yunyun and Chen Lin each rode a bicycle along the village road. The female college students studying in the city added two touches of beauty to this rural landscape.

Once on the dam, Zhou Yunyun greeted Liu Yumei and Aunt Liu in a very generous manner.

Chen Lin seemed much more reserved, especially when she looked at Liu Yumei, her gaze would always drift to the small pit on the dam that Zhao Yi had personally knocked down but had not yet filled.

The two women entered the hall, where Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou were still fast asleep in the coffin.

I was exhausted last night, but after indulging in a delicious meal and drinking the rice wine provided by the white rat, I naturally had a good night's sleep.

Chen Lin didn't think there was anything special about sleeping in a coffin; many of them, the Yin-Yang Masters, lived in tombs.

Zhou Yunyun had already been educated by Tan Wenbin about the ten advantages of sleeping in a coffin, so she was willing to believe whatever he said, no matter how outrageous it was.

Not wanting to disturb their sound sleep, Zhou Yunyun and Chen Lin came out.

"Grandma Liu, thank you for the clothes you gave me. I like them very much."

"nice! You love it."

Chen Lin, who was following behind, was about to bow in a traditional greeting when the old lady stopped her with a single glance.

The old lady was very particular about the rules. In the past, someone like Zhou Yunyun would have been considered a prospective daughter-in-law after both families had gone through the formalities and she was just waiting to be married into the family. Someone like Chen Lin, on the other hand, was not even considered to have entered the family. So, although both women gave gifts, there was a hierarchy among them.

However, Zhou Yunyun only thought the clothes were beautiful and comfortable to wear, while Chen Lin knew just how important the first-class gift she had received was.

"Sit down and have some tea with me."

"it is good."

After the two women sat down.

Liu Yumei pointed at Aunt Liu and said, "A-Ting, brew up the good tea that my friend brought me."

If you acknowledge this relationship, you can't ruin their friendship. You still have to find a way to drink this tea.

Fortunately, Zhou Yunyun couldn't tell the difference between good and bad tea.

Chen Lin had some doubts, but immediately praised the tea for its many advantages.

After finishing one pot of tea, Liu Yumei urged Aunt Liu to brew another one.

Seize the opportunity and clear out the inventory as soon as possible.

Chen Lin: "Grandma, I really like this tea. Can I take some with me?"

Liu Yumei: "When my little sister comes to play cards, you should tell her yourself. If she agrees, then I will."

Chen Lin: "Thank you, ma'am."

Liu Yumei liked Zhou Yunyun's gentle and generous nature, but she also admired Chen Lin's character, because the former needed to meet a good man, while the latter... knew how to take the initiative to win him over.

When Li Zhuiyuan woke up this morning, he turned his head and almost thought he hadn't woken up yet.

Because Ah Li's outfit today was completely different from usual, a very modern pink ensemble.

The boy then remembered that these were clothes his great-grandfather had personally selected and bought yesterday.

Grandma Liu, she made Ah Li wear it directly.

This was to give face to the old master.

Secondly, no one has any reason to turn down a good omen that's offered to them.

When Ah Li saw the boy wake up, she turned around and raised her arms.

Ah Li was still a little unaccustomed to this outfit.

But a girl who always dresses in traditional Chinese style suddenly looks quite cute when she puts on this fashionable outfit.

Li Zhuiyuan got out of bed, took out his own set of clothes in a different color, and changed into them.

Ah Li looked at the pattern on the boy's clothes, then looked down at her own, and her eyes lit up.

She likes this outfit.

"Time for breakfast!"

Aunt Liu's three meals a day are the mules' biological clock.

Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou rose from their coffins.

The two of them swayed and staggered to the well, squatted down, and began to wash up.

Seeing that the two men didn't smell of alcohol but looked like they were hungover, Liu Yumei said:

"They certainly know how to manage their finances."

Zhou Yunyun and Chen Lin had drunk too much water and had just gone to the toilet. When they came back and saw that the two of them were awake, they smiled and came over.

Lin Shuyou immediately stood up, looking at Chen Lin with great restraint.

Tan Wenbin: "Yunyun, help me squeeze out some towel, I'll wipe my face later."

Zhou Yunyun went to wash the towel.

Chen Lin followed.

After brushing his teeth, Tan Wenbin brought his face close to Zhou Yunyun's, and Zhou Yunyun used a towel to wipe his face.

When Chen Lin thought of doing the same, Lin Shuyou blushed first, and took the towel herself to wipe her face, making it even redder.

When Li Sanjiang came downstairs and saw Zhou Yunyun and Chen Lin, he nodded with great satisfaction.

When Li Sanjiang saw Runsheng and Uncle Qin returning with hoes, he sighed silently in his heart again.

However, when he saw Xiao Yuanhou and that girl A Li wearing the clothes he had bought for breakfast, Li Sanjiang couldn't help but grin.

After breakfast, Tan Wenbin took Zhou Yunyun's hand and went for a walk in the village.

Lin Shuyou scratched his head. Seeing Runsheng making paper offerings, he decided to teach Chen Lin how to make paper offerings.

After working on it for a short while, he discovered that Chen Lin's skills were even better than his.

Finally, having no other choice, the two of them sat there and watched TV together.

Liu Jinxia and Wang Lian came, but Granny Hua didn't; she's staying home today waiting to be visited.

Three missing one.

It was supposed to be Aunt Liu who saved the day, but Liu Yumei pointed at Chen Lin and asked:

"Do you know how to play?"

Chen Lin shook her head and said, "I can learn it."

"Then come."

"it is good."

Chen Lin may not know how to play, but she learns very quickly. She uses the Yin-Yang algorithm to play long hands with ease.

However, she soon discovered Liu Yumei's card-playing habits, which were clearly a way to give away money, and mainly to Wang Lian.

Chen Lin then toned down her aggressive play and played at her normal level, without intentionally giving away points, knowing she didn't have the right to do anyone a favor.

However, Chen Lin didn't forget what she was supposed to do. After playing two rounds, she brought up the matter of "wanting more tea because it tastes good" again.

Liu Yumei looked at Liu Jinxia, ​​who naturally agreed, adding that if she had known they liked it, she should have bought more back in Jiujiang.

In fact, buying this tea was already considered a high expense for her, and she had to grit her teeth and make the decision to spend the money.

In front of Liu Jinxia, ​​Chen Lin accepted the tea leaves from Aunt Liu.

Liu Jinxia: "I asked my newly adopted godson to buy some more and send them to me."

Liu Yumei reached out and pressed down on Liu Jinxia's arm:

"No, such expensive tea, I'm afraid if I drink it for too long I'll become picky and won't be able to go back to the old ways, that would be such a huge expense."

Li Weihan arrived riding that old-fashioned bicycle.

It turned out that Yingzi's admission notice had arrived; Yingzi had been accepted into a teacher's college.

When Yingzi received her acceptance letter, her face finally regained color after a long illness.

Although Li Weihan and Cui Guiying had "supported" two college students.

But whether they provided it or not made no difference; they couldn't taste the difference at all. Li Lan didn't need anyone to worry about her schooling at all; it was as easy as drinking water and eating before she was admitted to the capital. Xiao Yuanhou's situation was even more exaggerated; he inexplicably entered high school and was inexplicably admitted early.

Those two were so unfamiliar that they didn't seem to belong to the Li family at all.

On the contrary, Yingzi made the elderly couple truly see the effort and hardship that ordinary children go through to take the college entrance examination.

In Li Sanjiang's words, this time the ancestral grave of the Li family was no longer emitting flames, but instead emitted a wisp of smoke normally.

When someone in the village recovers from a serious illness, a banquet is held. After all, a serious illness can ruin a family, and relatives should use this as an excuse to give money as a gift.

Li Weihan plans to combine it with the college entrance celebration banquet; if he holds two separate events, it will be too unseemly.

After Li Weihan left, Li Sanjiang, with a cigarette in his hand, looked around the house.

These men and women, young and old, are all college students.

"hey-hey."

Li Sanjiang couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking that he had been a bachelor all his life, but he never expected to have so many children at the end of his life. These days, even college students are considered a standard feature in his family.

Chen Lin was playing cards with the old lady, playing very carefully.

Lin Shuyou was still intently watching TV, not even missing the commercials.

The main issue was that at the back table, Liu Jinxia and Wang Lian had already inquired about the relationship between Chen Lin and Lin Shuyou. It was a rare opportunity to have something new to talk about, and the two old ladies were asking questions with great interest.

Lin Shuyou knew that once he got up and leaned against the card table, things would get heated.

"Beep beep... beep beep..."

The pager went off.

Lin Shuyou looked down and saw that it was a call from his hometown.

In his hometown temple, people rarely contacted him. Lin Shuyou went into the house, picked up his mobile phone, and called back.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Shuyou's expression turned serious. He didn't open his vertical pupils, but two blood lines appeared in his eyes.

This means she's angry.

Ah Li is drawing a wave, while Li Zhuiyuan is revising the "Code of Conduct for Walking the River".

Hearing Lin Shuyou's footsteps, Li Zhuiyuan put down his pen and came out ahead of time.

"Brother Xiaoyuan."

"Ah You, what's the matter?"

“My mother just called me. A group of people came to the temple and told my grandfather and master that they had ten days to consider whether to merge the temple or destroy it.”

"How are your master and grandfather?"

If Lin Shuyou's grandfather and master hadn't been in trouble, this call shouldn't have come from Lin Shuyou's mother.

Even if such a thing happened, Lin Shuyou's grandfather and master might not have planned to make the call and tell Lin Shuyou about what happened at the temple.

Lin Shuyou's mother must have made the call secretly, behind their backs.

“My master and grandfather fought with them, and they were both seriously injured... Now they have difficulty with spirit writing, so they are not suitable to fight.”

They forbade anyone from the temple to contact me; it was my mother who notified me without my permission.

Ah-you's grandfather and master are very tactful, which has always been their strength. But when faced with this kind of situation, not telling them is actually a lack of tact.

If even the forces under its own control cannot be protected, then the dignity of the Dragon King's clan is lost.

If the old lady knew about this, she would send Aunt Liu or Uncle Qin to make a trip.

"Were they not sent by the Guanjiangshou Temple in the mountains?"

Li Zhuiyuan felt that the officials and chieftains in the mountains wouldn't be so ruthless and decisive in their actions.

"No, they are a group of strangers."

"That means someone has seized the opportunity and wants to reorganize the officers and generals."

Rumor has it that the Bodhisattva defeated the Emperor of Fengdu with the help of his lackey Zhao Yi.

Those people dared to do this because they must have known the truth about the incident in Fengdu.

Lin Shuyou glanced at the crowd on the dam, but instead of kneeling down, he said with reddened eyes:
"Brother Xiaoyuan... please, let me go back!"

“Let you go back? How can that be? My training ground isn’t finished yet. If you leave, the construction will slow down.”

“Yes…” Lin Shuyou lowered his head.

"Call your mother and tell her that I said so, and have your grandfather immediately agree to the other party's conditions for the temple."

"Yes……"

"The construction period for the dojo can be compressed to two days at most, and the talisman armor I have will also need two days to be made at the fastest."

"If we don't build the proper temple, where will we place the incense offerings for the Yin spirits? If we don't make the talismans and armor properly, how will we subdue the two generals, Zeng and Sun?"

Li Zhuiyuan approached Lin Shuyou. The boy looked up and saw Lin Shuyou's face, which was already red and his lips were tightly pursed.

“Ah You, if you encounter something like this again, don’t think about going back alone.”

"Brother Xiaoyuan..."

"Let's go back together."

(End of this chapter)