I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 28 Greed for money and profit (for collection, for further reading)

"Uncle." Wei Tu knew the temperament of his second aunt, Wei Hong, so he was not too surprised. After taking a look at Master Huang in front of him, he clasped his fists and saluted, recognizing this relative.

As usual.

In Wei Hong's capacity, even if he didn't "dislike the poor and love the rich" before, as a concubine's nephew, he is not qualified to call Master Huang uncle.

The only one who can be called Uncle Huang is his wife's nephew.

Calling and marrying indiscriminately is not in line with respect and etiquette.

Although Wei Tu himself didn't care about getting involved with Master Huang, he would still be happy if calling Master Huang "Uncle" would benefit Second Aunt Wei Hong.

It's just a little thing that doesn't cost much.

Since ancient times, it is easy to add flowers to the cake, but difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

Most of the investment and help from the Li family and Li Yaozu belonged to the former. Although he was grateful and grateful, it was not much.

After repaying the favor, he will have nothing to do with the Li family.

And although Wei Hong had disliked his natal nephew three years ago, and even hinted that "the relationship is over", he still agreed to his request and asked Ruan Wushi to teach him health preservation skills.

This is no different from sending charcoal in the snow.

——At least when Wei Hong made this decision back then, he was thinking of his aunt and nephew's affection, rather than wanting to get anything in return from him.

……

City God Temple.

On the square in front of the main temple.

When Master Huang heard Wei Tu calling him "uncle", a faint smile appeared on his face, and he answered.

"Brother Wei, go home with Uncle, Uncle will throw a banquet for you to celebrate." Master Huang repeated what Wei Hong said just now.

He originally thought that Weitu would be "difficult" after he became famous, and because of the alienation of Huang's family and Wei Hong before, he would have a grudge in his heart, but he didn't expect that Weitu would change his name and recognize his relatives so quickly.

Such acquaintance....

That's right, those who know current affairs are heroes, Mr. Huang thought.

Even if a martial artist born in a poor family has good muscles and bones and natural supernatural strength, it is difficult for him to reach the end of the martial arts and gain fame.

The matter taught by Wei Tu's famous teacher has just now become the consensus of these gentry.

According to Master Huang's guess, Wei Tu's intention to curry favor with his uncle at this moment is probably to get a good future from the Huang family, or to use the Huang family's financial resources to hire famous teachers to make up for his shortcomings...

But to this.

Master Huang didn't mind.

Money can be made again, but it is not easy to meet a martial artist who is related to him and has a good foundation.

"Train him well. From now on, he will be successful in martial arts and gain fame, which will be the strength of my Huang family..."

With such thoughts in mind, Master Huang invited Wei Tu into his carriage.

"Is this the countryman who asked for health-preserving skills back then?"

on the other side.

After seeing Wei Tu walk into the carriage, Martial Master Ruan, who was neglected by Mr. Huang, finally recalled the memory of Wei Tu in his mind.

He frowned, and found it difficult for him to connect the martial artist who had just "lifted stones" and achieved top grades with the poor country youth in his memory.

The gap between the two is really too big.

"I.... I'm not as good as him in every subject of skill and bravery, even his worst subject of sword dancing..." Thinking of this, Ruan Wushi felt angry and couldn't help clenching his fists.

After Weitu raised the stone to amaze the onlookers, gentry, and officials, these martial artists who participated in the martial arts examination also paid great attention to Weitu's results in each subject afterward.

If Wei Tu had never met him before, then he would only feel envy, not resentment, for this martial artist who has achieved good grades.

But rather...

He knew Wei Tu.

Moreover, he showed contempt for Wei Tu who asked him for advice, and did not follow Wei Hong's instructions to teach Wei Tu the health-preserving exercises in person, but gave Weitu a booklet of health-preserving exercises and sent Wei Tu away.

"If I had known today, I should have accepted him as a named disciple and taught him a few skills..." Martial Master Ruan regretted endlessly.

If the events of three years ago spread to the outside world, he would definitely be laughed at by the martial artists in the county, and he might even be dismissed by the Huang family...

Just looking at how much Mr. Huang attaches importance to Wei Tu at this moment, if Wei Tu speaks a little bit rudely or complains to him, I'm afraid he will leave Huang Zhai in disgrace tomorrow, pack up and leave.

"Admit it, make a mistake, I hope he won't be fussy."

Martial Master Ruan followed the Huang Zhai carriage and thought to himself halfway.

……

After half an hour.

yellow house.

In an exquisite attic.

"Qing He, where is the gift my brother Wei gave me three years ago? I want to see it." Wei Hong hurried back to the room and ordered.

"Second Grandma, who is Brother Wei? And... what kind of gift?" Qing He saw Wei Hong's anxious expression, her heart tightened, and she hurriedly asked.

"that is……"

Wei Hong thought for a while, and said, "The gift box I gave you more than three years ago should be the brocade box from the rouge shop in the west of the city."

"Rouge shop in the west of the city?" Qing He muttered, walked into the inner room, and rummaged through the cabinets.

After a cup of tea time.

Qing He seemed to have thought of something, stood on tiptoe, took down a dusty brocade box from the top of the wooden cabinet, and put it on the table.

"Second Grandma, but this?" Qing He asked.

"This is it."

Wei Hong's face showed joy, she took the brocade box from Qing He, tore off the wax paper seal on it, opened it, and took out a small box of rouge inside.

"It's actually Jin Yanzhi?" Wei Hong saw the color of the rouge, sniffed it lightly again, and was immediately surprised.

This time, she went back to her room to get the gift that Wei Tu gave her last time, mainly because she wanted to know what the gift Wei Tu had given her, so as to avoid embarrassment when talking later.

But after opening the gift box.

Only then did she realize that the rouge that Wei Tu gave her was not a cheap thing, but Jin Yanzhi, which was not so cheap.

Jin Yanzhi paid five cents a box, which was roughly equivalent to two months' wages of the maid around her.

undoubtedly.

This is a great gift.

Wei Hong felt ashamed, feeling that he had been too mean to his natal family before.

the other side.

The living room of the Yellow House.

at the same time.

Master Huang was entertaining Wei Tu, and asked the servant girl to make a pot of fragrant tea, and invited Wei Tu to drink tea together.

"This tea is cloud and mist tea from Ming Dynasty. After steeping three times, the tea mist hangs over the teacup like a cloud..."

"Such good tea can only be bought for three taels of silver. If you hadn't come today, Brother Wei, uncle, I would definitely not let the servant girl brew this good tea to entertain..."

Master Huang picked up the teacup, gently skimmed off the foam with the tea lid, took a sip or two, and said with a smile.

For a money-loving person like Wei Tu who wants to obtain wealth from the Huang family, he, Mr. Huang, has already had a set of experience in dealing with it, that is, to use extravagance to show off his financial resources, so as to make the other party's heart beat and serve him.

The voice fell.

Wei Tu frowned secretly. After thinking for a moment, he uncovered the teacup he was holding, took a sip, and then placed it on the coffee table.

Then, his eyes wandered, and he looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on both sides of the living room, showing an appearance of not being interested in what Mr. Huang said.

(End of this chapter)