Reborn Cat: Are you my shit shoveling officer?

We all know that for some people, the days of Chinese New Year pass the fastest.

Of course, for people who don't mix well, that's a real life.

Time flies like water, and it is another year of Qingming.

Murong Family Ancestral Hall.

When the festival comes, Murong Fu takes Le Ye to burn incense and worship ancestors in the ancestral hall.

Some people may think that burning paper money and incense may not be received by ancestors, which is a thankless task.

But for a grown man, this day may be one of his rare opportunities to be a child again.

Kneeling on the futon, Murong Fu faced Murong Bo's memorial tablet, burning paper while talking about recent events and his plans for the future.

Another year later, he was also 17 years old.

According to the local customs in Suzhou, he should also marry a wife to carry on the family line of the Murong family.

Moreover, as he practiced for a long time, he became aware of the world, his body and soul became stronger, and his control over himself became more refined. He found that his interest in women became less and less.

If martial arts continue to advance by leaps and bounds like this, he dare not imagine.When the time comes when they are really no longer interested in girls, will the Murong family be gone forever?

Then how can I have the face to go to see my father?

So here comes the question, should I marry my cousin, or the daughter of a wealthy family in Suzhou?

While the excrement shoveler was meditating, the little yellow cat was running around the ancestral hall bored.Sometimes they eat tributes, and sometimes they scurry between the tablets.

With his status and status, who in this world deserves him to be incensed?

Unintentionally glanced at the top of those tablets, Miao Le seemed to find something extraordinary, took a closer look, and then was dumbfounded.

[Tmall, Miao Le. 】

This? ? ? ?

Seeing Le Ye staring blankly in front of his tablet, Murong Fu smiled and said: "Le Ye, how are you doing, are you satisfied?

With your identity, ability, and contribution to my Murong family.

I, Murong Fu, will respect you as your ancestor from now on!As long as there is only one person in my Murong family, you are the heaven of my Murong family! "

The little yellow cat fell into deep thought. After doing this calculation, doesn't he have many descendants to take care of?

Blood loss!

"Oh, by the way, Le Ye, let me introduce to you, the memorial tablets are all the martyrs of the Murong family. The first Murong Hao is the great ancestor who founded Dayan, the second one..." who was introducing with great interest Murong Fu suddenly got stuck.

After thinking for a while, Murong Fu remembered that every time before offering sacrifices, his father would only introduce himself to one ancestor, and his grandfather Murong Longcheng Nai Ming, the number one master in the world, did not say anything else.

So here comes the problem, I don't know the identity, I don't know how to shout, how to divide the paper money?

"Father, the child is not filial, and I don't know the seniority of the ancestors. In this way, I will burn more paper money, and you will share it with the ancestors!" Murong Fu suddenly said with a bitter face.

Little yellow cat:? ? ?

With such a filial descendant of the Murong family, I believe those ancestors will be able to smile happily, right?

After thinking about it for a while, Murong Fu was still a little worried.

The unreliable father knew all day long to cause chaos in the world, but he died suddenly without explaining anything, and he might not be able to divide the money well.

And looking at the previous situation, the father may not remember the ancestors, and he is more likely to be beaten when he distributes the money.

After thinking about it, Murong Fu simply took out the family tree from a box and began to introduce it.

"Master Le, look, these are the ancestors of my Murong family, if you have connections or business down here, you can let them do things and work.

After this person dies, he should not die again, and he should be able to help you do things all the time without resting. "

Miao Le: ...

After a moment of silence, Miao Le glanced at the family tree curiously.On the first page, at the very top, Miao Le's name was impressively written on it, and it was still written in red pen.

The most important thing is that the font is big and thick, taking up most of the day, pressing everyone under it.

After looking at the family tree, and then at Murong Fu, Miao Le tilted his head and fell into deep thought.

Reborn as a cat, I became an ancestor?

……

Yanziwu, outside, on the shore of Taihu Lake.

On the open space, Abi was directing the craftsmen to build a simple pavilion with a fence around it, and then moved the weapon racks in the swallow dock one by one.

According to the young master's instructions, over the past six months, the training ground in the dock has become a bit unusable, so she was asked to build a simpler one on the shore.

Otherwise, every new practice field would be a huge expense for the Murong family.

After a while, Deng Baichuan came looking for something, when he saw Abi moving the weapon rack back and forth, he hurried forward.

"Miss Abi, how do you do this kind of rough work? Where are the servants? Let it go, I'll do it!" Deng Baichuan said proudly.

Abi wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead: "These weapons are the magical weapons collected by the Murong family for generations. I don't dare to let those handy servants come and move them. It's better to make them myself."

"Haha, Miss Abi, I'm relieved to have you serving my son!" Deng Baichuan praised, then grabbed the weapon rack with both hands and lifted it.

not moving at all.

Ok?

After a moment of silence, Deng Baichuan raised his energy, and raised his strength again.

Ok?

Looking at the still motionless weapon rack in front of him, and seeing Abi grabbing one of them not far away, as easily as carrying cotton, Deng Baichuan was dumbfounded.

Strange, it is!

Only then did he look at the things on his weapon rack. Well, Fang Tian's painted halberd weighed more than 300 catties, the big pendulum weighed more than 80 catties, and the big knife weighed more than 1000 catties.

Only then did Deng Baichuan feel relieved.

It's not my problem, this weapon rack should have been moved here by the servants.

"Miss Abi, it's inconvenient for you to take two, come, give me one." Deng Baichuan went over to greet him.

"Yeah, good~" Abi happily handed over one, this weapon rack is really heavy.

Deng Baichuan took it casually, and then, bang~, his body sank, and he knelt down and kowtowed.

Abbie: ...

Deng Baichuan on the ground was stunned, what happened?

Could it be that I went in and out of seven with my wife last night, so today is too empty?No, I drank black chicken soup when I woke up in the morning!

Abi covered her mouth with her small hand, quickly put the weapon rack aside, and helped him up: "Brother Deng, what's wrong with you?"

Deng Baichuan was silent, how can a man say that he is hypocritical?

"I'm not in a good condition today, I'm tired!" Deng Baichuan said lightly.

Abby blinked her eyes: "Oh~"

Facing the girl's pure eyes, Deng Baichuan blushed a little, but he touched the weapon on the weapon rack on the ground, thought for a moment, and was overjoyed.

Not his problem!

Then I began to doubt life, why is Miss Abi so strong?

"Abi, your strength?" Deng Baichuan was very confused.

Abi was stunned, a little shy: "I don't know, ever since I practiced that strange kung fu with Master Le, served him, ate, drank and had fun every day, bathed and massaged, my strength has become stronger and stronger, and I gave you a surprise last time." Woolen cloth."

Deng Baichuan was silent. With this strength, if he moved sacks to the pier, wouldn't he be able to earn a month's money in a day?

No, if you are marching and fighting, wearing heavy armor, wouldn't you be an enemy of thousands of people like Xiang Yu?

Looking up and down, Abi is lonely, with a slender figure, white and greasy skin, and a delicate and pleasant face.

Deng Baichuan couldn't figure out how such a body could have such great strength.

Three thousand catties?

Thinking of how his brothers once teased Miss Abi, Deng Baichuan had already imagined what might happen in the future.

I was accidentally slapped on the wall by Miss Abi, who didn't know how strong I was, and I couldn't get it off.

Horror!

After being startled for a while, Deng Baichuan suddenly thought of another important matter, his face was full of confusion, he rubbed his hands, and asked embarrassingly, "Miss Abi, can I... can I learn your body training exercises?"

"Of course!" Abi said as a matter of course: "The young master has said that as long as it is the martial arts of the Murong family, you can exchange it with contribution points. After two days, I will make a list of contributions, and you can exchange it." .”

Deng Baichuan was overjoyed, as expected of a young master, he kept his word.

"Miss Abi, what should I do to prepare?"

Abi thought for a while: "This kung fu requires a lot of physical strength, among which splitting is the simplest form."

Deng Baichuan was taken aback, cracking is the easiest way?Think about it, it's too difficult for him to put his old bones in this position, not to mention shame, isn't it?

After hesitating for a moment, Deng Baichuan gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll go back and get ready!"

Anyway, he already has children, for the sake of peerless martial arts, practice!

"Oh, by the way, Brother Deng, everyone's progress in this martial arts is different. For example, the young master is much slower than me. I don't know why." Abi scratched her head, her delicate face was very confused.

You must know that she only practices for a while every time she plays with Le Ye, but the young master spends most of his time practicing except for making decisions.

Deng Baichuan was taken aback, what else is going on?

If this kills the second brother, is it a blood loss if he hasn't practiced yet?

Does the effect of this kung fu depend on how good the parents are?

What kind of kung fu is this!

After hesitating for a moment, Deng Baichuan changed the subject: "Miss Abi, what about your master, Azhu has found important information, and I want to report it."

Rubbish Kung Fu discriminates against ordinary-looking people, even if you don't practice it.

……

In the ancestral hall, after Murong Fu stayed for a whole half a day, with a thought, his inner strength was shaken, and he got up to get rid of the ashes on his body and the tiredness in his eyes.

The boy once again regained his calm expression.

As a superior, any negative emotions will only hinder one's progress.

Going out, Deng Baichuan was standing respectfully at the door, as if he was thinking about something.

"Baichuan, what's the matter?"

Deng Baichuan was startled, he was known as the number one palm in the south of the Yangtze River, with profound inner strength and sensitive sensitivity, when did the young master come to him?

"My lord, Miss Azhu has collected important information."

"Say."

"We quickly sold all our properties outside the region, and the large amount of money obtained by the contracting forces attracted some people who wanted to covet it. Some people entered Suzhou and kept asking about the location of our Yanziwu.

In addition, we also opened a new restaurant opposite Guiyan Tower, and they have been doing business with us in Taiwan.They will reduce the price of our dishes by [-]%, which seems to be specifically aimed at our Murong family. "

Murong Fu frowned.

Sure enough, in this rivers and lakes, the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. If you want to be stable, you can only be ruthless.

"Have you found out who is targeting us? Is it the same company that is doing business with Taiwan?"

Deng Baichuan quickly replied: "It's not a family, it's a group of small robbers who want to steal the money, and they should have found some clues through the traces of the car where we transported the money.

As for the restaurant, Ah Zhu once saw the shopkeeper of that restaurant go in and out of Fan's in Suzhou. "

"Fan family?" Murong Fu took two steps forward: "Could it be Fan Zhongyan, Fan Xiang, Wen Zhenggong, that Fan family."

"Yes."

"Worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joys later, are you the younger generation, ha ha, it's interesting~" Murong Fu chuckled and continued to walk back.

"I'll go out tomorrow to have a look. I should let the world know that although my father passed away, my Murong family is still alive."

"Yes!"