My tablet has become the palm of the antique tycoon

Ming Yi didn't believe it, so Cao Xuanhe didn't explain much.

But not long after the incident, the man demonstrated it to him with practical actions.

The man said he was on a 'business trip' for a week, but it didn't really last that long, otherwise Ming Yi would have been half dead in bed for half a month.

On the fifth day of staying at home, Valentine's Day came, Ming Yi finally couldn't stay at home anymore, and clamored to go out for a walk.

Seeing that his feet had improved, Cao Xuanhe didn't stop him, and followed the kid to play in the street.

On Valentine's Day, all kinds of love songs were played everywhere in the street. Many couples came out for a date, holding hands and wrapping around their waists.

Even though it was night, there were many people living in the square and the yang energy was strong. He, a kid, couldn't mix in it, so he could only hide in the memorial tablet aggrievedly, and Cao Xuanhe led him around.

There are many delicious snacks in the shops on both sides of the road, and the aroma of various foods wafts in the air.

Ming Yi couldn't help swallowing, and pestered Cao Xuanhe to buy him various snacks to try.

He couldn't eat real food, he could only smell the hot aroma, but his daughter-in-law was generous, she bought him whatever he wanted, and finally burped a few times in satisfaction.

Not only did I buy food, but I also bought gifts, and I even bought a large bouquet of roses before going home.

Although Ming Yi had no obsession with celebrating the festival, when he got home, he got out of the memorial tablet and saw Cao Xuanhe holding a large bouquet of roses in his arms.

It's just that the result of his being so excited is... that large bouquet of roses, which didn't even survive a day, was all sprinkled into the bathtub, setting off the atmosphere.

The next day, he was forced to lie down at home for another day.

On the third day, Ming Yi refused to stay with Cao Xuanhe no matter what he said, and went to the store to see Sister Juan as soon as it got dark.

According to Qian Yu, after Cao Zhong came back from Xihong Province, he and Master Liu resigned from teaching ghosts to practice martial arts, and stayed in the store to concentrate on taking care of sister Juan.

It's not appropriate to say it's taking care of, it should be escorting, after all, little ghosts don't need troublesome things like eating and drinking.

When Ming Yi passed by, Cao Zhong was sitting under the willow tree in the backyard and meditating, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he didn't know what bothered him.

Sister Juan was still recuperating in Bingli's hut, and Ming Yi went in to have a look.

Sister Juan has already woken up, but her soul is still as transparent as water, and her mental state is also average. It is estimated that she will need to rest for half a year before she can recover.

Coming out of the store, Ming Yi wandered around the ghost market again, called Curly and his friends, and asked them to go out and walk together.

It has been more than half a month since he walked the street last time, and the wounds of the curly-haired, crew-haired, and tuberculosis ghosts have almost healed, and the curly-haired yelled again, if they meet those strong male ghosts again, they must fight Even their parents can't recognize them.

Ming Yi just smiled when he heard it, and didn't expose their boasting.

However, when he walked down the street again this time, he obviously felt that the order of the underworld in Qinglin City had improved a lot. From time to time on the road, he could see a few ghost messengers in official uniforms, holding soul chains, and leading little ghosts passing by.

Those lonely ghosts on the road wandered obediently, and after walking around all night, they didn't come across any little ghosts gathering to fight.

Ming Yi was very satisfied, and directly took out his mobile phone and sent dozens of red envelopes in the group of [Qinglin City Underworld Guard], thanking everyone for their hard work during this time.

The group that had been chatting instantly boiled over, and each of them followed the trend and posted emoticons expressing their gratitude to the boss.

Ming Yi smiled and said that you are welcome, the underworld can be so peaceful now, and they have a lot of credit for it.

Ming Yi was not biased either, and sent a few red envelopes to the group with curly hair and crew cut.

The reason is that the Ghost Festival is coming soon, I hope they can help and worry more during this time, the kid in the group said that they will do their best.

Ming Yi put away his phone and couldn't help sighing: "Time flies so fast."

Before the Ching Ming Festival, he had a falling out with Cao Xuanhe because he couldn't do one thing, hid in the urn and was heartbroken about losing his love, and made a difficult choice between Cao Xuanhe and being one, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

The curly-haired and flat-headed guys have been little ghosts for a long time, and they don't feel much about the past year after year. They even replied flatly: "It's okay, it feels like time passes very slowly."

"..." Ming Yi glanced at them and said, "You don't understand, my wife and I are still in the period of passionate love, sticking together all day, of course I feel that things are passing quickly."

Several other ghosts: "..."

Curly hair expressed dissatisfaction: "You haven't even got a ghost marriage, how dare you sneer in front of us ghosts with wives, you are crazy!"

Flat head echoed: "That's it!"

The sick tuberculosis ghost followed suit: "I also like to stick with my wife all day long."

Not to be outdone, Ming Yi said, "My wife is clinging to me."

Curly rolled his eyes at him: "Then why don't you stick with him now, why are you calling us out for a stroll?"

"..." Ming was at a loss for words.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Curly said with a smile: "Ming Yi, is it because your family's health is not good enough to satisfy you in any way?"

Ming Yi immediately replied: "Nonsense, my wife is strong!"

"I escaped because I couldn't stand it!"

The three little ghosts looked ambiguous, and they made a sound of "Oh—" together.

"..." Oops, she spoke too quickly and leaked out her private affairs.

Curly didn't take his words seriously, and questioned a little: "I see that your warlock is sick, and he doesn't look very powerful. Did you succeed in doing 1?"

Speaking of this, Ming Yi's small face instantly collapsed: "That can."

He muttered in a low voice: "Since I promised to lie down, I never got up again."

The little ghost's voice was low, but it still got into the ears of the kid next to him, and he covered his mouth with curly hair and snickered, saying, "It's okay, anyway, I got hooked up, and when he dies later, you still have a chance to fight back."

Ming Yi didn't respond, just clasped his fingers silently.

He felt that according to the current situation, his hope of counterattack was slim.

In the next few days, Ming Yiyi would run out at night, wandering around with the curly-haired, crew-cut, and tuberculosis ghosts.

Sometimes on the way, you can meet wild ghosts playing chess or mahjong, and the four little ghosts will go up to join in the fun, and even play a few games when they are interested, but Ming Yi's luck is too bad, and they all lose to other players. The three families made him very popular with other ma friends.

There is no other reason, whether it is a human or a ghost, who doesn't like to be taken advantage of and send money into their pockets.

Every time Ming Yi left, they were very reluctant to give up and tried their best to persuade him to stay.

The last time, he took Ming Yi to play mahjong until it was almost light. Seeing that the sun was about to rise, the little devils hurriedly closed the mahjong booth and went home to hide.

Before leaving, one of the aunts held his hand reluctantly and said, "Ming Yi, you must come tomorrow night. Without you, our mahjong game would be less fun."

Ming Yi did not dare to agree, and only said to wait until after the Ghost Festival.

On the way home, he was thinking that he had lost a lot in the past few days, and that one day he would ask his wife to burn some ingots for him to make up for the shortfall.

However, before he could speak, he saw a carton of gold foil on the coffee table in the living room when he got home.

Ming Yi went to the bathroom in doubt, and asked Cao Xuanhe, "Daughter-in-law, who are you planning to sacrifice to by buying so much gold foil paper?"

Cao Xuanhe was washing up, he only hummed vaguely.

After breakfast, Cao Xuanhe sat in the living room and started folding ingots.

Ming Yi looked at the ingots that were gradually piled up on the coffee table, his eyes sparkled, and he asked Cao Xuanhe: "Daughter-in-law, do I have a share in this?"

Cao Xuanhe deliberately did not specify that these were his ingots burned, and asked, "Lack of money?"

Ming Yi nodded vigorously: "Yeah, I went out to play mahjong with other little devils recently, and lost a lot of treasures."

"Playing mahjong?" Cao Xuanhe frowned: "Is this why you came home late these days?"

"...um" Ming Yi scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Cao Xuanhe broke Yuanbao's hand and asked, "Do you have gambling and chopping your hands in the underworld?"

"Ah!" Ming Yi was surprised: "Playing mahjong is just entertainment, not gambling, right?"

When his mother has nothing to do, she often plays mahjong.

Cao Xuanhe asked: "How much have you lost these nights?"

Ming Yi told the truth.

Cao Xuanhe: "Forget it."

Ming Yi: "Oh, then I won't play anymore."

He knew that his daughter-in-law was secretly complaining that he would rather play mahjong with a kid he didn't know than come back to accompany him, so he got angry.

The little ghost's sudden and well-behaved appearance is so cute.

Cao Xuanhe couldn't help but pull him into his arms, bullying him a lot.

Ming Yi was a little dazed by the kiss, and opened his eyes wonderingly: "Daughter-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

Cao Xuanhe wiped off the water stains on his lips with the back of his hand, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

"Oh." Mingyi went in without knowing.

Cao Xuanhe raised his lips and smiled lightly, "You don't need to quit completely."

Ming Yi blinked and asked, "You mean I can still play in the future?"

Cao Xuanhe: "Moderate."

Life in the underworld is inherently boring, playing mahjong is one of the few entertainment items, and it cannot completely control him.

Ming Yi nodded: "Yeah, I'll try to come back as soon as possible."

Cao Xuanhe hummed, and continued to fold ingots.

Ming Yi asked again: "So so many treasures, do I have my share?"

Cao Xuanhe stopped teasing him: "Yes."

The kid was instantly happy, hugged the man's neck excitedly, kissed him twice on the face, and shouted: "Thank you, wife, I really like you so much!"

Cao Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, deliberately wondering: "Then do you like me or Yuanbao?"

Ming Yi said without hesitation, "You!"

After getting the answer he wanted, the smile on the corners of Cao Xuanhe's lips deepened, and he hummed lightly.

Afterwards, Ming Yi didn't bother him to fold ingots anymore, and sat beside him quietly and obediently, turning on the TV and looking for a movie to watch.

Cao Xuanhe's movements of folding ingots were not in a hurry, but the speed was not slow. In just one morning, he finished folding a box of gold foil paper.

After lunch, he went downstairs with three big sacks of gold ingots. Ming Yi didn't dare to see the sun, so he had to hide in the entry tablet and follow him out.

The car drove directly to the cemetery. Today, on the Hungry Ghost Festival, many people in the cemetery came to offer sacrifices.

Cao Xuanhe did not go to Ming Yi's tomb, but stopped in front of the Ming couple's stele, lit the yellow paper, and threw the folded gold ingots into the fire one by one.

He was different from other people who came to sacrifice. When others burned paper, they would talk to the dead more or less.

Cao Xuanhe didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, his expression was peaceful, he didn't seem to come to sacrifice to the dead, but rather a stranger passing by.

In fact, to him, the Ming couple were indeed strangers who had never met.

The gold ingot burns extremely fast, and it burns out in a short time.

He didn't stay too long, and went directly to the tombstone of the brothers of the Ming family. Without saying a word, he burned the two big bags of gold ingots, got up and left.

Ming Yi stayed in the small tablet, not knowing what was going on outside, until he returned home, he was a little surprised, and asked, "Have you finished the sacrifice?"

Cao Xuanhe nodded: "En."

Ming Yi was puzzled: "Why didn't I hear you?"

Cao Xuanhe asked: "What did you say?"

Ming Yi took it for granted: "When you sacrificed to the dead in the past, didn't you have to tell the other party about your own situation and the things he cared about?"

Cao Xuanhe: "No need."

He had never met Ming Yi's parents, but he could tell from Ming Yi's conversation with his mother that night that the Ming couple could not accept that the kid liked men, and even strongly opposed it.

In this case, no matter what he said, the other party would only be disgusted.

In addition, he is not good at words, so he really doesn't know what to say to the other party.

After six o'clock in the evening, the sun sets and night falls.

The little ghosts in the cemetery popped up one by one, and Ming Guangliang also came out of the urn, standing in front of the tombstone and stretching his limbs.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the gold ingots piled up in front of his tomb, he couldn't help being taken aback, and hurriedly called out his wife.

"Lili, come out!"

Ming's mother didn't know why, so she came out and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ming Guangliang pointed at the large pile of gold ingots, and said excitedly, "Someone came to sacrifice to us today!"

Ming's mother couldn't believe it: "Sacrifice to us? How is it possible! Someone burned the wrong place."

After she said this, the smile on Ming Guangliang's face faded a little.

Indeed, it has been eight or nine years since they died, and there are no immediate family members in Yangjian.

In the first three years after I just passed away, there were still relatives or friends who came to offer sacrifices during festivals such as Qingming and Zhongyuan.

But they each have their own lives, and after a long time, no one remembers them.

They hadn't received an offering in years.

Ming Guangliang thought for a while and said, "Oh, don't worry, since they were burned in front of our tomb, then these gold ingots belong to us."

He said he was going to get it, but his wife slapped it away forcefully.

"Tsk, don't worry."

Ming Guangliang said: "How can you not be in a hurry, look at the appearance of these gold ingots, all of them are exquisite and full, and they are not perfunctory inferior goods at first glance."

"It's precisely because of this that I told you not to worry." Ming's mother looked at the pile of gold ingots, feeling a little worried.

She pushed Ming Guangliang and said, "Honey, go and see the graves of the three children."

The bright light is unclear, so: "What are you looking at?"

Ming's mother clicked impatiently: "Go and have a look first."

Ming Guangliang responded, and ran away quickly. After a while, he ran back with a face full of surprise, and shouted: "Lili, there are also a lot of gold ingots in front of the tombs of Xiaojiu and Xiaogui. It's not that they burned the wrong tomb, but it's true." Someone is coming to worship us!"

Ming's mother asked, "Where is Xiao Yi's tomb?"

Ming Guangliang said: "The front of Xiao Yi's tomb is bare, there is nothing."

When Ming's mother heard the words, she just hummed lightly, and began to move the gold ingots into the cemetery, and told Ming Guangliang, "Hurry up and bring back the ingots in front of Xiaojiu and Xiaogui's tombs, lest they be stolen by other little ghosts."

Ming Guangliang smiled happily, and hurriedly responded, and ran to the urn to get a sack to put the gold ingots.

The husband and wife moved back and forth several times, and finally transported all the ingots back to their residence.

Ming Guangliang collapsed on the ground exhausted, looked at the pile of gold ingots and said with a smirk: "Lili, who do you think will come to sacrifice to us, and all of them are gold ingots, it's so sensible."

Ming's mother squinted at him and snorted coldly: "Aside from your unmarried son-in-law who is alive, who else can we have?"

Ming Guangliang heard the words, sat up suddenly, and shouted angrily, "Who are you talking about!"

Mother Ming: "Cao Xuanhe."

Ming Guangliang exploded in an instant: "Who asked him to come, we are not related to him, so why should he sacrifice to us!"

Ming's mother said: "If it wasn't for the sake of your youngest son, you thought they would come here to sacrifice to a stranger like you."

Ming's father said angrily: "Yeah, I don't need him to sacrifice, the weasel pays new year greetings to the chicken, it's uneasy and kind."

Ming's mother said unhappily: "Why don't you be kind? Since you don't want it, then throw it all away. There are many little ghosts waiting outside."

Ming Guangliang choked, watching the pile of gold ingots extinguished.

After a while, he scratched his head irritably, and asked, "Honey, do we really want to watch Ming Yi go on this road of no return?"

Ming's mother sighed: "If you don't agree, what can you do? Don't you want your good baby son?"

Ming Guangliang replied subconsciously: "How is it possible!"

Ming's mother: "Yes, if you want a son, you have to compromise. Look at our dad, he is more open than we think, and Ming Yi is willing to get close to him."

"Besides, just to show his temperament, can you move him with your words?"

Ming Guangliang was silent.

Ming's mother said: "Okay, don't think so much, they just come here to worship us politely for Ming Yi's face, and they don't want you to make a decision right away, don't get entangled here, hurry up and get ready, get busy It’s time to work, tonight at the Mid-Autumn Festival, the gates of ghosts are wide open, and thousands of ghosts come to wander in the underworld, what kind of chaos will the underworld be like!”