The Time Traveling Anchor and Her Eight Hundred Fence-Sitters

There was so much noise in the room that Zhao Mianmian soon forgot about it.

After all, compared to a stranger standing behind her who was just like her, these big men from the Yaohe Zhao family were more of a headache.

The group of people howled for a long time in the ancestor's mourning hall. Seeing that no one came out to pay attention to them, they slowly stopped "crying" and began to whisper to each other.

"Uncle Jiu, we've been here for quite some time, but we haven't even seen anyone greet us. Don't miss it."

"Impossible!! Uncle Jiu spent a lot of money to hire someone to keep an eye on her. As soon as the old lady died, he brought us here. There's no way we could have missed her!"

"That's true, but there's no guarantee that they knew something and buried the old lady in advance..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? The coffin is still placed behind the main hall. How can we bury it? What should we bury?! Besides, there is only one hairless little girl in their family. There is not even a male who can break the pot. What can we use to send the old lady up the mountain?"

The man called "Uncle Jiu" was a little old man in his fifties, thin, dark-complexioned, hunched back, wearing a navy blue half-shirt that had been washed to a pale color, and holding a black pipe in his hand.

This is the current patriarch of the Yaohe Zhao family, Zhao Jiu, also known as “Uncle Jiu”.

When Uncle Jiu looked at people, he raised his chin slightly, his yellow eyes almost bulged to the top of his head. When he entered the room, he took advantage of the chaos to deliberately kick the iron basin used to burn paper for the ancestors, looking like someone who was not easy to deal with.

In the eyes of Zhao Mianmian and the audience in the live broadcast room, he can only be described in five words: an old Biden.

After listening to his nephew and great-nephew's words, Zhao Jiu was silent for a while.

He took a puff of his cigarette, looked at the coffin placed at the back of the main room, then took a step and walked towards the back of the main room regardless of everyone's attempt to stop him.

Upon seeing this, the old housekeeper of the Zhao Mansion hurriedly turned in from outside the door.

The old housekeeper’s surname is Ge. He has been in the Zhao family for many years. Although he has not sold himself, he has signed a long-term contract and is considered a person with some influence in the Zhao family.

When the ancestor was alive, all the affairs in the mansion were handled by Steward Ge.

Now that the ancestor has passed away, all the trivial matters that he has to deal with in front of and behind the scenes naturally fall on his head.

In fact, Ge Hai got the news as soon as Yao He and his gang came in.

The reason why he hid and didn't show up was that he knew the nature of these people and was afraid that they would cause trouble in the ancestor's mourning hall.

But Uncle Jiu and the others were obviously well prepared tonight, and it wasn't something Ge Hai could escape from just because he wanted to.

Seeing several people lifting the curtain and walking to the back of the main room, the old butler was startled.

While he arranged for his servants to invite the eldest and second masters from the neighboring county, he stopped Uncle Jiu with the prepared things.

"Hey, hey, hey, Uncle Jiu, what are you doing..." Butler Ge said politely.

"Old Ge, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but our Zhao family is also a well-known family in Xuchuan. Our ancestors have been respectable all their lives, but I hope you won't let them become a laughing stock in the end and make the neighbors laugh at us!"

Seeing Ge Hai appear, Uncle Jiu no longer walked to the back of the main hall, but tapped his pipe on the altar and preached in a haughty tone as the head of the clan.

If the ancestor was still alive, Zhao Jiu couldn't even enter the front hall, so how could he dare to be so presumptuous.

The only one being bullied right now is the Zhao family which has no one left!

It was a fact that there was no one in the Zhao family. In such an occasion, it was not convenient for Steward Ge to push Sister Mian in front of others. He could only bear it in his heart and deal with Zhao Jiu in a humble manner.

"Uncle Jiu, you are too kind!"

Ge Hai knew what Uncle Jiu meant by "dignity" and "a handle to be talked about". He saw Zhao Jiu's eyes rolling around and glancing at the white flags around him, and he immediately understood.

The old butler wiped the sweat from his forehead, then lifted up his skirt, and knelt down with a plop facing the people in the room.

According to the custom in Xuchuan area, the coffin must be kept after death and can only be buried after three days.

During the period when the coffin is kept, if someone comes to pay their respects, the filial son must return the favor.

The etiquette of Tianying is complicated. Not to mention the burial and exorcism, just the "return gift" of mourning requires three kneelings and three kowtows.

Now that the people from Yaohe have cried and paid their respects, it is now the turn of the filial son to return the gift.

Zhao Mianmian was young and a girl, so Ge ​​Hai had to temporarily do the "return gift" of kneeling and bowing.

Steward Ge, who was already old, knelt and kowtowed to a group of Zhao family members who could be his sons and grandsons. After the kowtow, he asked someone to take out a string of copper coins, put it on a red cloth, and placed it in front of the people from Yaohe.

The ancestor lived a long life and passed away peacefully, which can be considered a happy funeral. Logically, we should give money to the visitors.

But when the copper coin was handed to Uncle Jiu, the old man, who was always greedy for money, leaned forward slightly, curled the corners of his mouth, and pushed the thing in front of him away with disdain.

Uncle Jiu rejected the Zhao family's return gift in front of everyone. After that, no one behind him dared to take the copper coins handed over by the Zhao family's servants. Even those servants' eyes turned green when they looked at the copper coins, like wolves seeing meat.

The old housekeeper's heart skipped a beat when he saw this scene, but he pretended to be calm and bowed again, cautiously testing: "Uncle Jiu, what are you doing..."

Zhao Jiu raised his chin, took another puff of the cigarette in his hand, paused for a while, then bared his ragged yellow teeth and snorted coldly:

"A filial son returns a gift. A filial son returns a gift. You are not a filial son, and your last name is not Zhao. What kind of gift are you returning?"

As Uncle Jiu finished his words, the entire mourning hall fell into deathly silence.

Dong Zhu, who was hiding behind the curtain, gritted his teeth and hugged Mian Jie'er tightly in his arms, his eyes were so angry that they seemed to be spitting fire.

On the other hand, Zhao Mianmian seemed not to feel the tense situation in front of her.

Her fair, round little face showed curiosity, surprise, confusion, shyness, and even a hint of sudden enlightenment.

Even his pair of black grape-like eyes were unusually busy, rolling from left to right, then quickly returning and turning again.

Zhao Mianmian was not frightened by the scene before her, or perhaps she was very busy and had no time to care about the Zhao family's trivial matters in the mourning hall.

Because a large number of viewers suddenly poured into her live broadcast room.

And these viewers have already been arguing over the number [432/2].

[Fuck, this old man is really bad. He didn't refuse earlier or later, but had to wait until everyone knelt down before refusing. Isn't this just taking advantage of others? ? ]

[I remember that this housekeeper seemed to be an old man. He was quite pitiful at his age. In the middle of the night, he was made to feel so embarrassed. Anchor, do you want to help him out?]

[What are you trying to get? Hasn't the host seen that she can't even protect herself now? How can she care about the life and death of a servant? If you ask me, she has nothing now, so she should just bear it and behave herself. ]

[Tolerate? No way, you still tolerate it when it's so shameless? You might as well ask the anchor to kneel down before them and call them daddy one by one! ]

[Is your brain full of shit? The anchor is only three years old now! Three years old!! She has thin arms and legs. If you throw her into a water tank, she will drown. If you ask her to go out and slap someone in the face, what will she use? Your shit-like brain?]

[That’s right, if you don’t use your brain when encountering things, you won’t survive more than half an episode in a family drama. ]

[Alright, alright, stop arguing, I can't see the picture anymore. ]

[Host, don't listen to them. Just stay alive until the mission is over. I'm following you. Once you complete the novice mission, I'll give you a bonus.]

Zhao Mianmian was originally a soft-hearted person and couldn't even quarrel with others.

Besides, she had just traveled through time and space, so she had no knowledge and no support.

Even the ancient Chinese poetry and biochemical formulas that the time travelers were proficient in had long been returned to their high school teachers in her place, leaving only an empty shell that was harmless to humans and animals.

What should she use to support herself?

Besides, there are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls. Zhao Mianmian has no ambition and just wants to live a life of idleness and wait for death. She has no intention of running out to take on the responsibility at this time.

When she heard the word "chicken legs", her stomach instinctively sank, and then she began to drool uncontrollably.

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Zhao Mianmian's saliva dripped onto Dong Zhu's clothes, leaving a large circle of water stains, but Dong Zhu was staring outside the curtain nervously and didn't notice it at all.

It was not until the "click" sound became louder and louder, forcing Zhao Mianmian to raise her hand and cover her mouth with her sleeve, that Dong Zhu raised his head with a suspicious look and looked at Sister Mian who was in his arms.

Dong Zhu glanced at the wet collar in front of him, then looked at Zhao Mianmian's bright eyes, frowned and endured it, finally revealing an indescribable expression.

However, the two of them did not stand behind the curtain of the main room for long, as a little girl came running over to deliver a message for Mother Fang.

The little girl lowered her voice and whispered something in Dongzhu's ear. Dongzhu nodded in response, then left from the back holding Zhao Mianmian, and walked around into the front hall.