Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

"This bitch almost killed me!"

Wen Cai lifted up his clothes to show Han Feng his scars, and said in mourning, "Look, Junior Brother, I haven't married yet, if I get a scar, it will be ruined."

Han Feng smiled and said, "Whether you can get married or not, the key is not the scar."

I am so old, not being able to marry a daughter-in-law has something to do with my scars.

Uncle Jiu observed the female yin corpse in the yard for a while before entering the hall.

"Afeng, be honest, did you use that technique?"

Han Feng knew what technique Uncle Jiu was talking about.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's serious expression, he smiled and pulled Uncle Jiu to his seat.

"Master, I know what you're worried about. Don't worry. Although it's a witchcraft, I have a sense of proportion and nothing will go wrong!"

Han Feng patted his chest to reassure Uncle Jiu.

He knew Uncle Jiu was worried about him.

Generally speaking, among Taoist priests, the orthodox school will not practice witchcraft unless it is absolutely necessary.

Because of witchcraft, once the mind is used in side ways, it is easy to end up in a state of obsession.

Uncle Jiu had just seen traces of witchcraft from the female yin corpse in the yard, and thought that Han Feng was able to bring the female yin corpse back safely and countless times, he must have used witchcraft.

"There are still many techniques of our Maoshan school that you have never been exposed to. From now on, you will practice our Maoshan techniques with Master more, and you will be less exposed to such heretical things. Master, I am doing it for your own good, understand?"

Han Feng nodded with a smile on his face, naturally he would not agree with Uncle Jiu's statement in his heart.

People who practice the Tao, all they care about is a superb technique. As long as they can improve their own cultivation, it doesn't matter what kind of family they belong to. The world's Taoism is interlinked, and they can practice as long as they have the opportunity. There is no need to care about which school or school.

Uncle Jiu is because his thoughts are too stubborn, and his cultivation base has been stuck in the Vientiane Realm for most of his life, making no progress.

For the stubborn feudal Uncle Jiu, Han Feng didn't want to confront him head-on, as long as he could handle this kind of thing freely.

"Master, what are you going to do with that girl jumping stiff?"

"If not, you have a lot of resources. Go out and find out which mortician is spending a lot of money. Let's sell it to her. At that time, we will go to the county to buy a house, and the master and apprentice will move there. We also feel how good it is to feel the feasting and feasting in the city.”

If he hadn't been worried about losing money on the road just now, Han Feng would have made a move long ago.

Why wait until those cowards are scared away by jumping stiff.

Uncle Jiu heard the words, pondered for a while, and said, "Forget it, let's keep it for your uncle."

Han Feng knew that Uncle Jiu felt sorry for his junior brother.

"Master, Uncle Chen You is not short of money."

"I didn't say it was for your Uncle Chen You, I meant the Taoist Master Four Eyes."

Speaking of the four-eyed Taoist priest, Han Feng was somewhat impressed. This old man was also a mortician, but he was not as good at calculating as Chen You. Dime.

Moreover, Taoist Simu is kind-hearted, although he has been traveling for a year, in fact most of the work is free voluntary labor.

Chen You is different, his clients are basically rich or expensive.

For any order, four eyes and half a year's wages are enough.

It can be described as rich as oil.

Uncle Jiu is a kind-hearted person, so it is reasonable to miss Taoist Priest Simu.

The master and apprentice went to the yard, and Qiu Sheng lifted the manhole cover in the yard.

Uncle Jiu's method made the female yin corpse jump into the well cellar where food for the winter was stored at home.

When it was time for lunch again, Uncle Jiu asked Wen Cai to help Qiu Sheng heat the meal, and took Han Feng into the back room by himself.

Crash.

A money bag was dumped on the table.

There is a lot of money in it.

"Afeng, I asked someone to ask, and the houses in the county town are slightly better than this."

As Uncle Jiu said, he stretched out two fingers.

"Two hundred?"

"Ah."

"Then we have about the same money now."

After Han Feng finished speaking, he watched Uncle Jiu pick up the abacus and make calculations.

120 in total.

Han Feng turned his head back to the room and brought another money bag.

"Master, there are a total of 60 here."

Adding one piece is a total of 180, which is still 20 short.

With callused hands, Uncle Jiu took out a few loose coins from his trouser pocket and added them in, but he didn't even make up a single one.

"Afeng, since we want to buy it, let's buy a decent one. You can't just make do with it. Do you think it will be easy for the three of you to ask your daughter-in-law in the future. At least our conditions are on the table, right?"

Like an old father, Uncle Jiu pawed at the little money back and forth, thinking about the future of the three children.

Another warm current ran through Han Feng's heart.

"Master, the three of us paid tribute to you when we bought this house. It is for your retirement in the future. We don't want it!"

"You kid, talk nonsense! Master, I'm getting old. It's good to stay in this Yizhuang. You young people can adapt quickly when you go to the city."

"Okay, let's make it so. After the new year, I will take on a few more jobs and save more money. Then we will go to the city to look at houses together!"

Speaking of which, Uncle Jiu collected all the money.

Qiu Sheng shouted for dinner in the yard.

Uncle Jiu said that the money should be put away, and he muttered, "We can't be discovered by that brat Wencai, or else that guy has no one in his hands, and he must be stealing the flowers."

As soon as the words fell, Wencai jumped in from the door like a frog, and pulled his face, "Master, what did you say, when did I steal your money!"

"I heard what you said just now, how much more is it? 20, right?"

Wencai imitated Uncle Jiu's gesture of throwing money, turned the money bag with the mouth down, and dumped it on the table with a clatter.

"These should be enough for 20, order!"

"Stinky boy, where's the money?" Uncle Jiu stared at Wen Cai.

"Why are you glaring at me? This money is all I don't want to spend!"

"Not telling the truth, are you?"

Uncle Jiu picked up the whip.

Seeing this, Han Feng hurried forward to make a rescue, "What Master Wencai said is true. He took the talisman from my room and sold it for a lot of money. Don't worry he didn't steal the money."

Uncle Jiu put away his whip and confiscated all Wen Cai's money.

After eating.

Han Feng changed into clean and well-fitting clothes and went to Ren's mansion.

Walking to the town, I found some useless talismans and cinnabar from the system warehouse and exchanged them for money. With the money, I bought some snacks and jewelry that the girl liked, and then went to Ren's mansion.

Hearing that Han Feng was coming, Ren Yingying was as happy as a bird, and flew to the gate of the mansion to greet her in person.

"Afeng, why did it take you so long to see me?"

Ren Yingying's face was obviously happy, but she pretended to be angry with a trace of coquettishness and complaints.

Han Feng let the other party walk into the mansion arm in arm.

"Something happened to me recently, so I didn't pay attention to you. Why did you lose weight? Did you miss me?"

Han Feng himself felt nauseous when he said this.

However, after carefully looking at the girl in front of her, she felt that Ren Yingying was indeed born with a juicy appearance, with delicate skin, big watery eyes, and a small mouth, she was definitely a born beauty.

Those nasty words are also very natural.

When she heard that something happened to Han Feng, Ren Yingying suddenly became nervous.

"Brother Afeng, what happened?"

Han Feng paused on purpose, and then pretended to be unwilling to open his mouth, "It's your cousin Awei, he came in to trouble me, said yesterday that I killed people in the village, and arrested me to the security team. Twist me to the top, and at the same time want to calculate my money."

"What! He's really going too far!" Ren Yingying's small face, which was as big as a slap, suddenly burst into anger.

Speaking of his distant cousin, Ren Yingying really didn't like him at all.