Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

What Lin Jiu said about zombies being inhumane is actually true.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were about to burn incense to the coffin in the morgue early in the morning. As soon as they opened the door, they were frightened by the little zombie inside.

Fortunately, Qiu Sheng was very skilled, and he defeated the two zombies in just two moves (Wencai's moves could be completely ignored). Qiu Sheng used talismans to fix the little zombie in place, which was a good trick for him to play with.

However, the little zombie is a vengeful little zombie, and he strictly adheres to the four words "bully the weak and fear the strong".

Based on Lin Jiu's intimidation, he did not kill Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai. However, for most of the day, whenever they went into the morgue, they would be beaten by the little zombies.

These two people have been detained by Lin Jiu for two days and have been unable to sit still for a long time. They are eager to stir up some trouble.

As soon as he saw such a fun little zombie, he was overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of novelty. He was no longer afraid of being bullied by it. In less than half a day, he became friends with it and had a lot of fun playing with it.

It is particularly worth mentioning that Qiu Sheng can understand the zombie language and imitate a few sentences from time to time.

He had been chatting with the little zombie non-stop all morning, and Jingzhi, who was watching beside him, was stunned by the scene and was so curious that she was scratching her head.

But she searched all the boxes and cabinets at Linjiu for the book for a long time but couldn't find it.

"Ajiu, where did you put it?"

Jingzhi stepped on the small ladder and climbed to the top shelf of the bookcase against the wall, taking out a book from time to time to read.

"It's on the bookshelf...you can look for it again." Lin Jiu responded vaguely, without turning his head, holding the abacus and checking the accounts for this month.

Apart from the days they were away and the incident at Tingting's house, there were still a few people who came to Lin Jiu for feng shui in the first half of the month, and the income from feng shui consultation accounted for the majority of their income.

Lin Jiu has been in charge of the charity cemetery in Renjia Town for so many years. He charges 10 taels of silver for each feng shui consultation and has never raised the price.

But normal people would only come to Lin Jiu for big things like moving into a new house, choosing a grave site, or rebuilding an ancestral hall.

After all, 10 yuan is not too much, but not too little either.

Therefore, in the first half of the month, they only completed three jobs and earned 31 yuan. The extra yuan was a "tip" from Boss Huang.

In addition, he also made a living by selling paper money, guarding corpses, collecting ghosts and searching for souls, and even had a few people who came to Lin Jiu for treatment due to headaches and fevers. All these miscellaneous incomes added up to several dollars.

These days, because of the zombie incident in the town, people are in a panic and fewer people are going out. The charity cemetery has suddenly become quiet and has almost no income.

After deducting daily expenses, their income this month is almost one-third less than before.

However, in the current situation, it is not convenient for him to go out and take jobs except for those who come to him on their own initiative and do not need to travel far. What should he do?

The sound of the abacus suddenly stopped, and Jingzhi, who was looking for a book, felt a little uncomfortable.

She held onto both sides of the ladder, leaned back slightly, and looked at Lin Jiu through the gap between the two rows of bookcases.

I saw him raising his head, his eyes a little out of focus, staring into the void, not knowing what he was thinking.

Unable to find the book, she settled for the next best thing and just picked up a mountain diary.

The person was sitting in Lin Jiu's arms. Lin Jiu came back to his senses. He subconsciously held her shoulders and asked: "What's wrong?"

Jingzhi sat on his lap, rolled up the book and gently pressed it against his chest and asked:

"I was just about to ask you what's wrong?"

She stretched her neck and pecked his brow lightly, "Don't frown. Every time you frown, I feel uncomfortable."

Lin Jiu was still a bit of a "male chauvinist" and didn't want Jingzhi to worry about things like "supporting the family", so he shook his head and said, "Nothing."

"Don't I know you?" He covered the account book with one hand, and she didn't force it.

Jingzhi picked up the paper on the table where he was making a draft and glanced at it. "Are you short of money?"

"No." Lin Jiu thought, it's not that he is short of money, he still has some family assets, but he can't just go on like this.

"I still have some, do you want me to..."

"No." He refused quickly.

She earned her own money, so she should spend it herself. How could it be right for a grown man with arms and legs to take her money?

"I know. Since we came back, fewer people have come to the charity cemetery." She leaned gently in his arms, casually flipping through the book, and said:

"You mean, are we just going to sit there and wait for the enemy to come to us? We shouldn't take the initiative to attack. Attacking is sometimes a form of defense!"

Lin Jiu was slightly stunned. It turned out that in addition to the sweet words he liked, she could actually utter such sensible words?

It really made him look at me with new eyes.

"This time, our opponent has many tricks up his sleeve, far beyond your ability to handle. Furthermore, their strength is unknown. If you attack rashly, I..."

Before he could finish his words, Jingzhi suddenly interrupted him, "Who said it was a rash attack? Let's think of a way." Jingzhi threw the book on the table, turned around and faced him, and said seriously:

"Didn't you say that person is highly skilled? If so, he's most likely one of our colleagues. Then, if an employer posts an invitation, there will surely be many of your colleagues coming to quote. Then, we can go together and secretly observe to see which bastard... the bad guy is behind this!"

Lin Jiu had thought about this idea, but there were no employers available right now.

In three days, he took on some small jobs and received two baskets of eggs. His colleagues looked down on such a small profit.

"I just finished talking, and you're frowning again. Are you worried about your employer?"

Lin Jiu nodded honestly. She had seen the people who came in the past few days, so there was no need to hide it from her.

Jing Zhixu's eyes were empty, and he fell into deep thought.

After a long while, an index finger was placed on her brow and gently stroked. "You're still talking about me, and you too. I shouldn't have told you."

She had never had a good life with him, and now he was still making her worried. Lin Jiu suddenly felt a surge of self-blame in her heart.

Suddenly, the index finger was gently held in her palm, and Jingzhi's eyes sparkled as she came up with an idea.

"Ajiu, ask Tingting for help! Qiu Sheng said that since you found a good burial plot for her grandfather, her family's business has picked up again, and they're looking for a good location to open a silk shop!"

"Based on our friendship, I think she will come to you soon, but this time we won't accept the order directly. We'll ask her to help spread the news..."

She looked at Lin Jiu's face and then said cautiously: "Don't be angry about what I'm going to say next. It's just a trick."

He stroked her hair twice and looked at her softly, "Am I such a stingy person?"

"..."

She didn't say it with her mouth, but her eyes said it.

Lin Jiu was so angry that he laughed.

"...Heh, I'm not angry, go ahead."

Tsk, isn't this making me angry?

But, speaking halfway, it's not her character.

"Well... I mean, you're well-known in Renjia Town, and Tingting's family is also well-known for being wealthy and powerful. She didn't approach you directly, but instead widely sent out invitations. This move will definitely make the person behind the scenes secretly happy... Since he hates you, he'll definitely jump out and laugh at you when the time comes..."

Jingzhi spoke more and more quietly, as the smile on Lin Jiu's face gradually disappeared.

Jingzhi's throat felt dry, and she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva with a gulp, then hugged his waist tightly, "I just said it, don't be angry! I was just saying it."

"And don't hit me!" she added quickly.

"When have I ever hit you?" He didn't even have time to love her, and he had been trying his best to suppress himself these past few days. He didn't even dare to touch her, let alone hit her.

"When we first met."

Lin Jiu: “…”

"Forget it, just tell me if this method will work?"

"Okay." Sometimes he had to admire her intelligence.

Once she was recognized, her tail almost flew up to the sky.

Before she could boast for a few seconds, she suddenly frowned again, "But will this affect your image in the hearts of the villagers and thus affect the daily business of the charity cemetery?"

Lin Jiu smiled and patted her shoulder soothingly. "No, there are some cautious people who call several Taoist priests to come to their homes at the same time."

"That's good. Then I'll write to her and tell her?"

Lin Jiu lifted her up and said, "Well, sit here and write."

He was about to stand up and give her his seat when his thigh was suddenly pressed down.

Jingzhi quickly sat back on his lap and said, "Just write it like this."

Seeing his disapproving look, Jingzhi grunted twice and made up an excuse:

"Well, that chair is hard and it hurts my tailbone!"

Lin Jiu: Didn’t you say she was better yesterday?

Lin Jiu did not refuse. He just took a piece of letter paper for her and pressed it with a paperweight. Then he leaned back, moved a little further away from her, and sat on the chair.

I love you, I love you.

The more he liked her, the less likely he was to do anything casual towards her.

Jingzhi, a player who loves to play straight balls, can't understand his roundabout thinking at all.

At this moment, the corners of her mouth were almost raised to the sky.

I thought to myself, it’s really not easy!

Ever since they came back from Simu's place, their physical contact had been very rare, not to mention the short time every night when she turned back into her original form and he petted her.

There are not many hugs, let alone kisses...