I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

The chrysanthemums in the early morning are still full of the atmosphere of life, even more lively than usual.

In the past two years, other places have become increasingly unstable and life has become difficult, so more and more people have flocked to Shanghai.

Most of the houses in Juhuali were rented out by Lu Pingsheng. He had each house renovated carefully, and the rent was cheaper than that in other alleys.

Whenever a house becomes vacant, it is rented out almost instantly, and there is never a shortage of tenants.

Wei Miao looked at Xiao Jiangsu's wonton stall, which was crowded with people. Even other people were surrounded and could not be seen.

Only the familiar shouting sound was heard.

"Ah, you want spicy oil?"

"Did you ask for chopped green onions earlier?"

"How can you add too much lard?"

Some people who didn't have a seat would squat on the grid road with their bowls, walk around and take a sip of the fragrant wonton soup, and the early morning chill would be mostly dispelled.

The door in front of Grandma Cui's house was empty and the scallion pancake stall was still not set up.

"Grandma Cui's scallion pancake stall has not been set up yet. Young people just don't have the steadfastness of the elderly."

Someone was muttering behind him. Wei Miao turned around and recognized that the man was Uncle Zhu Liu. His son used to be Wei Ran's classmate, and he was the one who advertised her as a traitor in school.

"Uncle Zhu, what happened to Grandma Cui?"

The day she came back, Cui Lijuan said that the whole family went to the church to baptize the baby.

Later, she went to see Dr. Ding to buy medicine, and it seemed that she did not see the scallion pancake shop open.

From what Uncle Zhu said, the store has not been open for the past few days?

As far as Wei Miao can remember, the aroma of scallion pancakes from Grandma Cui's house has been wafting through the alley every day.

"Lijuan has found a partner and is said to be getting married. I guess she is busy with these things every day."

After Uncle Zhu Liu finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, "Are you Ah Miao from the Wei family?"

Wei Miao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Sixth Uncle, I'm grown up now, I guess I'm easier to recognize now."

Because of what happened last time, Uncle Zhu Liu was a little embarrassed, and he chuckled:

"You've grown taller, fatter, and more handsome. You look almost as good as Patrolman Wu."

Wei Miao thought of the suave and dashing young Angkor and shook his head quickly.

Wei Miao was about to say something to Uncle Zhu when he heard the sound of a car horn at the entrance of the alley.

"Uncle Zhu, I have something to do. We'll talk later."

She trotted to the car, opened the door and sat down, and Yang Qiushi started the car.

Looking at the car driving away, Uncle Zhu was filled with envy and muttered:

"The Wei family really gave birth to a good child."

"Is this the Wei family that the neighbors often talk about?" someone behind him spoke in a gentle voice.

Uncle Zhu was startled and turned around to get angry, but when he saw the person who was talking, he quickly smiled and said:

"Mr. Rong, you're still here so early."

The man called Mr. Rong was not tall, wearing a neat suit, with a handsome face and a smile on his face.

"There is no way. The newspaper has disclosed the information. Allah has to deal with it as soon as possible."

Uncle Zhu smiled and said, "You are a busy man, unlike us laborers who have to eat one meal a day and go hungry the next."

Mr. Rong disagreed and said, "Don't talk nonsense. It's shameful to earn money with your own hands."

Uncle Zhu smiled even more brightly. After watching him get on the rickshaw, he muttered:

“The cultured person speaks with the power of hearing.”

And Takahashi Eiichi, who was sitting on the rickshaw, had eyes full of contemplation.

Mr. Inoue had him hiding here for two months.

His target returned to Shanghai a few days ago, but has never been to Juhuali's home.

During this time, he explored both houses numerous times, but found nothing unusual except for a large number of antiques and some gold.

If he had not received rigorous ninja training and had not held lofty ideals in his heart, he would have taken the gold and cultural relics for himself long ago.

Compared with the punishment for failing the mission, the gold and antiques in Lu Pingsheng's study became insignificant.

Mr. Inoue once said that as long as the chariots of the empire arrive on this land, everything will be at their disposal.

The cold wind made his gentle eyes narrow slightly, and he thought of the child who had just got on the bus.

According to the information, Lu Pingsheng had a half-grown child who ran errands for him.

There is not much introduction about this child, but it is eye-catching enough.

He can speak three foreign languages, is smart and alert, and has a big appetite.

She had some friendship with Louis, the son of the consul in the French Concession, and Wu Ziyang, the deputy chief inspector of the French Concession, also took good care of her. He even specifically mentioned that Mr. Inoue's good friend Zeng Baoshu was her next-door neighbor.

While Takahashi Eiichi was quickly analyzing the situation in his mind, the rickshaw had already arrived at the door of the newspaper office where he worked in Huajie.

"Mr. Rong, we're here!" the rickshaw driver said enthusiastically.

Mr. Rong nodded politely, took out fifty cents and gave it to him. Seeing how skilled he was in making the change, he smiled gently and said,

"No need for change. The weather is cold. Use the extra money to have breakfast. Only when you are healthy can you work!"

The rickshaw driver was so excited that his face turned red. Looking at the man who walked into the newspaper office, he sighed:

"Mr. Rong is really as good a person as everyone says, a kind person who cares for the poor and the weak."

The good man Mr. Rong walked all the way to his office, sat down and called his contact.

I used code to tell him about my encounter with Wei Miao today.

Wei Miao was opening his suitcase at home at the moment, finding the box that contained the relics, and carefully putting the things back according to his memory.

Xu Ayu held Axi in his arms and looked at it from the side, "Is this thing really valuable?"

Wei Miao thought for a moment and said, "It is very precious to Master Zhishang."

Xu Ayu doesn't have much faith, but when something happens, he calls out to God, the Jade Emperor, and even God himself.

But deep down, I have a sense of awe towards gods and Buddhas.

"Mom, you have to help me with something." When Wei Miao heard that Uncle Zeng Bao was at home, he changed his mind about going there in person.

Xu Ayu's eyes lit up, "Just tell me, I promise to make it beautiful for you."

After the braised meat shop opened, Wu Ma and her husband both helped out in the shop, and Wei A Da was even busier than ever. Even the little Wei Dong was kept by the old monk to learn from him every day.

She was the only one who held the baby every day. Apart from cooking three meals a day for Mr. Zeng next door, she didn't have to cook for the rest of the family.

Wei Ada took Wu Ma and the others to the braised meat shop to cook noodles, which they ate with braised meat soup and braised vegetables, and ate them while they were hot.

How could she not be excited when she suddenly heard her daughter asking her to do something?

Human life is at stake, so Wei Miao beat around the bush and said, "Go next door and quietly find Master Zhishang and ask him to come to our house."

Xu Ayu was sneaky for some reason but soon got into the role.

"What's my excuse then?"

If the daughter does not show up, it must be inconvenient for her to do so, and naturally she cannot go to the old monk in the name of the daughter.

Wei Miao's gaze lingered for a moment on the little Asi who was trying hard to put his hand in his mouth.

"Just say that Ah Xi is feeling a little unwell, and ask him to come and see him."

Without thinking, Xu Ayu threw his little son, who was wrapped like a ball in his arms, to Wei Miao.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll invite someone over right away."

After saying this, he went out in a hurry.

Before Asi could figure out what was going on, someone else was holding him.

According to his personality, he would definitely cry loudly at this moment.

But as soon as he pouted, a voice in his ear said, "Shut up, if you dare to cry, I'll spank your butt in half."

The kid had tears in his eyes and hiccuped.

If Lu Pingsheng were here, he would have said, "Oh my, you are old enough to control your shit, piss and fart, but you can actually control your emotions."

Wei Miao smelled the milky scent of the cub, and her restless heart calmed down a little.

Such a young kid cannot understand human language, but he can judge the degree of danger by the tone and breath of people.

For example, a mother’s embrace is familiar and safe, but the aura emanating from Wei Miao makes some sensitive people and animals very wary.

"Amitabha!"

As soon as the person entered the living room, the voice had already reached Wei Miao's ears.

Xu Ayu knew that Wei Miao had something important to tell the old monk, so he carried the aggrieved A Xi out and closed the door.

Wei Miao stood up, bowed to the old monk, and called him "Master" honestly.

The old monk still had a compassionate look on his face, but when he looked at her, there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"How have you been these past two months, Miao?"

Wei Miao watched him sit down, and then said, "It was smooth sailing without any major incidents."

The old monk said, "Donor Lu is a man of great fortune. Following him will lead to many twists and turns, but he will always be able to overcome the dangers."

The old monk liked to speak in a vague way, but Wei Miao could not be vague. She picked up the two boxes on the desk and handed them to the old monk.

"One is a gift from me to you, and the other is for your help."

The old monk's eyes were understanding, as if he knew his purpose.

But when he opened the box, his expression changed visibly.

"Sheli?"

Wei Miao pointed at the box and said, "One box has inscriptions on the lid, which seem to record the origin of the relic. The other box has a secret compartment at the bottom, which contains a silk scroll, which also seems to record its origin."

The old monk's expression was relatively calm. He followed Wei Miao's instructions and first looked at the words inside the lid of one box, then took out a piece of silk from another one.

After a long while, the old monk looked at Wei Miao and asked, "Is that person the same as your mother?"

Wei Miao nodded. Looking at Brother Lu’s reaction, he should be the same person as Xu Ayu, who deserves to die.

But now that he is being held on to his life, it is estimated that only the old monk can save him.

The old monk looked at Wei Miao deeply and said, "Logically, I shouldn't have saved him, but since both Mr. Lu and you want to save him, I can only go against fate."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud thunder was heard outside.

The old monk held two relics in one hand, raised the other hand to his chest, and chanted the Buddha's name.

The thunder gradually became smaller and then disappeared.

Only the baby who wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry just now, but was now scared by the thunder, was howling loudly.

Wei Miao saw that the old monk had sweat on his forehead and quickly handed him a clean handkerchief.

The old monk wiped it with the sleeve of his robe and said, "Let's go now!"

Wei Miao nodded. Yang Qiushi’s car was still waiting at the entrance of the alley.

"Master, this matter is only known to you, me, Brother Lu, and the patient."

The old monk understood, "I only broke the precepts for the Buddha."

His words were incoherent, but Wei Miao understood.

He collected the relics in order to protect and pass on Buddhism. His breaking of the precepts to save people was also related to Brother Lu and himself.

This explains why the old monk has supernatural powers, but why Uncle Zeng Bao is still sick all year round.

He may not be the destined one.

Or maybe, the fact that he is still alive today is thanks to the old monk.

While Wei Miao was daydreaming, the old monk had already left the door.