My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 14 Literary talent, who gave you the confidence to dare to mention appearance?
  Uncle Jiu looked at Ren Fa for a long time. Under his pleading gaze, he shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, let's leave Mr. Ren in our Yizhuang first. I'll find a good Feng Shui acupuncture point as soon as possible so that he can rest as soon as possible."

People were talking about this, and Uncle Jiu felt that it would be a bit unkind to force him any further.

I'm still going to hang out in Renjia Town from now on. Don't be too ruthless in doing things. At worst, work hard and look better.

Ren Fa gratefully bowed his hand to Uncle Jiu.

"Okay, close the coffin lid and carry it to Yizhuang."

Ah Wei, who just happened to walk over, waved his hand and asked everyone to take action.

Ren Fa frowned, glanced at Ah Wei, smiled at Uncle Jiu and left.

"Uncle."

After Ren Fa and Ren Tingting left, Wang Xiao walked up with a frown.

Uncle Jiu sighed and patted Wang Xiao on the shoulder.

"You are still young, and you don't understand the worldly ways of this. You will understand when you grow up."

After saying that, he stopped Qiu Sheng Wencai, who wanted to leave with Ren Tingting, and said with a stern face: "Qiu Sheng Wencai! You two are lighting a plum blossom incense array here. How will it be burned? Tell me when you go back."

Then he pointed to the surrounding graves and said, "Also, incense must be placed on every grave."

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai had sad expressions on their faces. There were as many as eighty graves around here, and it was almost getting dark. How long would it last?

Uncle Jiu greeted Wang Xiao, turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Hey, Master, there are so many graves, let Junior Brother stay and help."

The two of them were working, and Wang Xiao went back to laze around. How could Qiu Shengwencai be willing?

Uncle Jiu heard Qiu Sheng's call behind him, turned around, raised his eyebrows and said: "Your junior brother is still a child, and now is the time to learn to grow. Do you have the heart to let him do such rough work? Do you still have humanity?"

Qiu Sheng was confused. Didn't he just want his junior brother to stay and work together? Why was he so inhumane?

"Thank you for your hard work, brothers." Wang Xiao said thank you for your hard work, took out Ren Tingting from his pocket and gave her some dried fruits, and followed Uncle Jiu down the mountain under the resentful gazes of Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

"Oh, don't think about it. Just finish your work and go home early."

Wen Cai handed over a handful of incense and said something to Qiu Sheng. He pointed to the grave of Mr. Ren and the graveyard next to it and said, "I will put the plum blossom incense array. You go to the grave over there to incense, and leave the ones here for you." I."

Everyone was gone, and there was nothing he could do no matter how unhappy he was. Qiu Sheng could only nodded.

"Then hurry up, I don't want to walk at night."

The two divided the work and began to act separately.

Wen Cai lit a plum blossom incense array around the grave of Mr. Ren.

Three sticks of incense are counted as one group, and five groups of incense are gathered into a plum blossom shape.

After lighting it, he took the remaining incense and went to worship the grave.

On Qiu Sheng's side, he followed Uncle Jiu's instructions and put incense sticks on every grave.

The grave was opened today, but it scared them. If you disturb someone, you will naturally burn incense as an apology.

When he reached the last grave, Qiu Sheng accidentally noticed the message on the tombstone.

Dong Xiaoyu’s tomb has years written on it and a photo at the top.

In this day and age, it’s not just ordinary families who can take photos.

Looking at the young appearance in the photo, Qiu Sheng felt a pity.

"It's such a pity to die at the age of twenty. Come and burn incense!"

After saying that, he stood up, clapped his hands, and went to meet Wen Cai.

"Thank you!"

At this moment, a lingering female voice sounded in Qiu Sheng's ears.

Qiu Sheng paused, thinking that he was hallucinating. He looked around and focused on the tombstone. He didn't notice the problem and was about to leave.

"Thank you!"

However, as soon as he lifted his steps, the voice sounded again.

Qiu Sheng instantly felt terrified and ran away.

"oops!"

But before he ran a few steps, he bumped into Wen Cai, who was running over with incense.

Wen Cai ignored the pain and put the incense in front of Qiu Sheng.

"Look, how can it be burned like this?"

How can Qiu Sheng still care about fragrance at this moment?

"Let's go back and tell Master." The two of them ran all the way and finally got back to Yizhuang before dark.

Seeing Uncle Jiu and Wang Xiao arranging the altar table, they quickly gathered around.

"Master, look!"

Qiu Sheng handed the incense to Uncle Jiu in a panic.

Uncle Jiu, who had changed into a white shirt, looked at Xiang's frown.

"People are most afraid of three long and two short, and they are most afraid of two short and one long incense, but it happened to be burned like this."

Reaching out and hitting the literary talent who stole the tribute, Uncle Jiu sighed: "Oh, what I was most worried about has happened."

"Master, you said that incense can predict bad luck. Now that it is burned like this, what does it mean?"

Qiu Sheng was still wiping the sweat from his forehead and asked Uncle Jiu curiously.

Uncle Jiu glared at Qiu Sheng angrily, "On weekdays, asking you to read more books is like forcing you to hang yourself. Now that you have a problem, you should be blinded."

"And you."

After training Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu pointed at the literary talent next to him who wanted to steal the tribute.

"If Ah Xiao doesn't take action today, what are you going to ask?"

Wencai lowered his head guiltily.

"You guys!"

Hateful, he nodded at the two of them. Uncle Jiu didn't dare to think that he would pass away a hundred years later and whether the two of them would be able to make ends meet and survive.

"Axiao, please tell me what it means when the incense is burned like this, so that your two senior brothers can understand the use of reading."

Wang Xiao, who was circling around the coffin of Mr. Ren, heard Uncle Jiu's words and quickly replied: "There is a saying in the book that two short and one long are incense that reminds people of death. If this incense is found in the house, someone must be mourning..."

"Look...look at you two! Your junior brother has only been studying for a few days. You have been following me for so many years and you don't even understand such a simple truth. Don't you feel blushing? I, the master, feel ashamed."

Wang Xiao's answer made Uncle Jiu very satisfied. At the same time, he did not forget to educate Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

The two of them were blushing, staring at each other, pretending to be dumbfounded.

Seeing these two guys acting like this again, Uncle Jiu snorted angrily, put the incense on the altar table, and became worried again.

Qiu Sheng, who had ideas, did not dare to offend Uncle Jiu, fearing that Uncle Jiu would turn his words into action, so he leaned close to Wang Xiao and asked in a low voice: "Junior brother, you just said that if there is such a fragrance in the family, someone must be mourning, and it shouldn't be ours. "

Before Wang Xiao could answer, Wencai secretly stuffed a sesame seed cake into his mouth while Uncle Jiu wasn't paying attention, and smiled disdainfully.

"We are just helping with things, and it won't hinder us. It must be the Ren family. Besides, what if it's us? Isn't there still a master?"

Qiu Sheng raised his eyebrows, too lazy to pay attention to this guy, and asked Wang Xiao with a worried look on his face.

"If so, will Master Ren's daughter be in danger?"

"Oh, why do you talk so much? In short, everyone named Ren is in trouble."

The literary scholar on the side, chewing sesame seed cakes in his mouth, replied impatiently.

But just as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of the beautiful Ren Tingting.

"No, nothing can happen to Ren. Master, you must take action!"

Wen Cai was anxious to find Uncle Jiu, but Qiu Sheng held him back.

Having been brothers for many years, how could he not know what Wencai was thinking? He joked, "Wencai, that's not what you just said."

Wen Cai rolled his eyes and said matter-of-factly: "You can't say that. If you can save your sweetheart's life, you will have no worries for the rest of your life if you get married and have a wife."

"Hey Hey hey…"

Qiu Sheng pointed at Wen Cai, "We promised fair competition."

Wen Cai snorted coldly, "Yes, fair competition, everyone depends on their ability."

Wang Xiao, who was inspecting the coffin at the side, was speechless after hearing this.

Where did these two people get their courage?

Does Ren Tingting know who you are?

Qiu Sheng, well, he looks pretty good and has a good figure, so there is a slight possibility.

The literary talent Wang Xiao was curious.

Who gave him the confidence to think he could compete with Qiu Sheng, a handsome young man?
  To put it mildly.

Just the mature face of a talented young man and the short and thick body...

Wang Xiao feels that Awei is more competitive than him.

(End of this chapter)