I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

Only the fourth tomb didn't even have a tombstone, and weeds were overgrown, especially the big tree was particularly obtrusive.

"My third uncle is a patriotic person." Mr. Tao shook his head, "It's a pity that he belongs to the Boxers."

"I don't know how much the foreign devils fought. They didn't get half of the credit, and Dayang didn't get a piece of it. Instead, they threw their lives outside."

"Without children, after death, those of us who are younger generations dare not even erect a tombstone."

Mr. Tao looked up at the sky, "I also passed the exam back then, and I was about to become an official, but in the end, it all disappeared. The ten years of hard study in the cold window have all turned into phantoms."

"Ugh!"

Russell tilted his head. After studying hard for more than ten years, he was about to jump over the dragon's gate, but he was ruined because of his involvement.

He looked at the desolate tomb, feeling filled with emotion for a moment, and didn't know what to say.

Cixi is a bitch!

"Don't say it, don't say it." Mr. Tao sighed, "I have passed most of my life, and remembering these things, it seems a little stupid."

He stood up from the ground and looked at Uncle Jiu with a bit of embarrassment on his face, "Let Mr. Lin see a joke."

Uncle Jiu is also silent. When he first came down the mountain, the country was in turmoil, bandits appeared frequently, demons and demons were in trouble, and ghosts were rampant. Even he was just enough to protect himself.

I even got rid of the demon several times, and was almost wiped out by the demon. If it weren't for the deep blessing, I probably wouldn't be able to come back.

In the face of the general trend of the times, anyone's power is extremely small, and Uncle Jiu is no exception.

He settled in this Renjia Town and guarded the entire Renjia Town and the small villages with a radius of dozens of miles by himself.

This residence is nearly ten years.

He has also changed from a Maoshan Taoist priest facing the wind to the current Uncle Jiu.

As he got older and looked old, he was naturally depressed, but fortunately, he later accepted Wencai again.

He was obviously only in his teens and looked older than him.

I felt much better immediately.

"Lin Daochang, let's go!" Old Mr. Tao walked in front, his expression restrained very well, he couldn't see that he was crying and sad just now, "I have to thank Lin Daochang for today's matter."

"I have asked the old lady to prepare the meals. It is the secret craft of the old Tao family. To be honest."

Mr. Tao continued to be proud, "My grandfather's grandfather used to be an imperial cook in the palace. It is a good skill to pass down."

In these days, there is a secret recipe handed down from the ancestors, which is a first-class family heirloom, and it does not know how many generations it can feed.

As soon as they heard that it was delicious, Uncle Jiu and Luo Su's eyes lit up immediately. They looked at each other, and their walking speed immediately increased a lot.

After walking through it once, you will naturally be familiar with the road when you go back.

Just as Mr. Tao said, the meals are already prepared at home, and Mr. Tao's son is already waiting there, and the table is set with bowls and chopsticks.

As for the old woman, Mr. Tao's daughter-in-law and grandson are naturally not here, they are all in the back room.

This is the rule.

When guests come, women and children are not allowed to eat at the table.

Except for Russell, of course.

No matter who came, Russell never shy away from it, and Uncle Jiu never said that this was his precious little apprentice.

"It's cold bacon stew."

After Mr. Tao waited for everyone to be seated, he introduced the first dish to everyone with a smile. It seemed that this was his family's so-called ancestral secret recipe.

Russell looked up and saw that the meat was a little strange, not like chicken, duck and fish. He looked carefully again, and suddenly seemed to think of something.

"Is Shileng a frog?"

"Hahahaha, the little Daoist really has good eyesight."

Mr. Tao rubbed his beard, Shileng is just a local name, some people call him frog, but most people like to call him toad.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, his face was full of pride, "Let Daochang Lin have a taste."

Uncle Jiu was also polite, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, chewed carefully, thought for a long time in his mind, and finally said two words, "Delicious!"

Russell couldn't help covering his face. As a big Chinese foodie, there are no new words in his mind, so how can he do it?

He picked up the chopsticks and gently took a piece of toad meat into his mouth. Unlike Uncle Jiu, he was a full-fledged Chinese foodie.

The literate kind.

"Well, not bad!" Russell nodded, "Shileng is dark yellow in color, tender in texture, rich in aroma, and very mellow in taste. It should be raised in mountain springs. It tastes fragrant and has been stewed with firewood for a long time. Pretty good!"

Mr. Tao was stunned, and couldn't help giving Russell a thumbs up, and praised, "You are a master in this line of work."

This is a real connoisseur, just tasted it, and said that it is almost inseparable.

As for Uncle Jiu?

Let's talk about something else.

Uncle Jiu was embarrassed in his heart, but he had already managed to be as thick as a city wall, and he was still calm on the surface.

"There is also this dish, fried pork with bamboo shoots." Mr. Tao did not test it, but introduced it in detail.

The host should not embarrass the guests too much, otherwise it will be bad.

"We farmers rely on mountains to eat mountains and water to drink water. We can only eat wild pork and dig some mountain bamboo shoots. It's not a good thing. I hope Uncle Jiu will forgive me!"

Wild boar, mountain bamboo shoots, cold food, and bacon are indeed all farm stuff.

Russell ate it happily. I don't know how many years it will take to store these things in the future!

Chapter 105

The few people were enjoying their meal, and Uncle Jiu couldn't help but nod his head again and again. This skill is almost catching up with his little apprentice.

Hey!

The little apprentice has become lazy recently and doesn't cook anymore. I really miss it!

Uncle Jiu's eyes wandered, wondering if he should make a baby kiss for little Russell, get a childhood sweetheart, and adopt him himself.

With a childhood sweetheart, little Russell should be able to cook every day!

Let me think about it, Uncle Jiu was thinking about something, but his hands were not slow. The chopsticks broke through the obstacles of Wen Cai, Qiu Sheng, and Luo Su, and precisely picked up the last piece of cold meat.

Then, under the resentful eyes of the three people, they finished eating happily.

This meat!

Really fragrant!

The last piece of meat was eaten, and the four masters and apprentices couldn't help leaning back on the chair and stroking their stomachs comfortably.

really not bad!

"Clap clap clap!"

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and a middle-aged man came in from the door. He was the one who was angry with Uncle Nine that I had seen before.

As soon as he saw Uncle Jiu was there, he immediately felt relieved, walked up quickly, and grabbed Uncle Jiu's sleeve tightly.

Uncle Jiu pulled hard, but couldn't break free.

"Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine!" The middle-aged man cried out sadly, "You have to help me, I was the one who couldn't see Mount Tai just now, and I beg your lord to have a lot, don't forgive me!"

"Actually, there's nothing serious about it, it's just that there are some problems with Feng Shui."

Uncle Jiu gave up struggling and let the middle-aged man pull him. He said solemnly, "That is to say, if you live in the house, you will suffer from various illnesses and bad luck. Maybe you will die."

Every time he said a word, the middle-aged man couldn't help but shed a drop of cold sweat, his voice was trembling, "Uncle Jiu, isn't this serious?"

"Of course not!"

Uncle Jiu gave him a strange look, "The worst thing is, maybe a meteorite will fall from the sky, and the whole family will die."

"Boom!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were dull, and he couldn't even stand upright, so he just sat down on the ground.

His face was extremely bitter, he was 30 years old this year, he entered the city at the age of 15, and worked hard in the provincial capital for 15 years, half his life.

After finally saving some money, after careful consideration, there was no way to buy a house in the provincial capital, so he could only settle for the next best thing, and returned to Taojia Village to build a big house with three rooms on the left and three rooms on the right.

Something happened before people entered, and the house became a haunted house. How could the middle-aged people bear it.

Seeing the middle-aged man like this, Uncle Jiu couldn't bear it, but when he thought of what he said before, he couldn't bear it.

The two froze there.

Mr. Tao who was beside him was an old man who could see the situation at a glance. He coughed twice to remind his idiot student.

But the middle-aged man seemed to be dumbfounded, but he just couldn't understand the meaning.

Mr. Tao was so angry that he stomped his feet. No matter how he got involved with a stupid student, he would not be able to read his words at all.

He arched his hands together, "Daozhang Lin's name is passed down to the provincial capital, and he is a well-known Daoist in Renjia Town. I think this matter is easy for the Taoist priest to grasp."

Uncle Jiu didn't answer.

Mr. Tao went on to say, "I've heard for a long time that Uncle Nine, Gao Yi, would not refuse to save me. If I can resolve this difficulty for the young disciple, I will be very grateful."

After finishing speaking, he tiptoed and kicked the middle-aged man's ass directly. The middle-aged man shivered and nodded hastily, "Yes, yes, yes, there must be a big thank you, there must be a big thank you!"

He groped from his bosom, took out a piece of ocean, and handed it to Uncle Jiu respectfully.

Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment, just thinking about whether he should go down the ladder?

Then I saw the middle-aged man slap his head violently, "I'm confused!"

Saying that, he took out another piece of ocean from his bosom, "The Taoist priest is a true Taoist, I'm being stingy, I'll add more money!"

This kid is on the road!

Uncle Jiu nodded, and gave Qiu Sheng a wink. Qiu Sheng understood and stepped forward to take Dayang.

Why not literary talents?

Wen Cai was still struggling there with the wild boar's hoof in his hand!

Seeing that Qiu Sheng took the money, the middle-aged man was overjoyed and asked for help. He was not afraid that others would take the money, but he was afraid that he would not take the money.