Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

After Zhu Jiu and Cao Lu calculated the date for their wedding, they began to make intensive preparations together, including the matter of opening the Taoist temple. The two were so busy that they were running around.

Jingzhi also has his own things to do.

She's procrastinating again.

Every day she would bring a small stool and sit outside the thatched hut waiting for the two men to come back. Sometimes she would eat melon seeds, and sometimes she would sigh and take out the jade pendant to look at it.

The jade pendant was almost worn out by her polishing, but Jingzhi never went to look for the guard once.

"Tsk, that's really annoying."

There was something on her mind and she felt restless waiting for someone, so she put away the jade pendant and took out a handful of melon seeds.

The two people huddled behind the bushes, their lips slightly raised as they lowered down again.

Yang Yi and Wang Er were responsible for tracking.

For more than half a month, this woman has been sitting here every day eating and basking in the sun.

She is not that dark, but the two brothers are almost tanned into black coal balls.

Yang Yi pushed the grass root in his mouth in frustration and complained softly, "Is she going to come to the county government office or not? If she doesn't come soon, my wife will almost not recognize me."

Wang Er had a serious face and stared at Jingzhi who was eating melon seeds like a dummy.

Even when a fly landed on his face, he didn't move.

There was a soft snap.

Wang Er was slapped in the face.

"Hey, are you dead?"

Jingzhi's ears twitched slightly. She ignored the two people and took out a plastic bag, threw a handful of melon seed shells into it, and saved the melon seeds. She wanted to wait for Ajiu and Azheng to come back and eat them together.

Wang Er, with a slap mark on his face, glanced at Yang Yi and said in a low voice, "Do you want to die?"

"I want to go home." Yang Yi was not afraid at all. They were the right-hand men of the captain of the guards and had the same official position. He was not afraid of him at all.

Wang Er turned his head and looked at the plastic bag with Hongfa Convenience printed on it in Jingzhi's hand, and his focused eyes flashed slightly.

This thing was conjured out of thin air by this woman again, and it looks very unfamiliar.

"You can go back if you want. Don't worry, I will definitely report you to the captain of the guards."

"Hey! You kid, don't you have a wife and you don't have empathy?" Yang Yi pointed at Wang Er's nose. Just as he said a few words to him, two familiar footsteps were heard in the distance.

He fell silent instantly and quietly retreated into the bushes.

Wang Er's brows relaxed. These two finally came back.

His partner is more noisy than a woman.

Jingzhi's eyes lit up, he stood up, and rushed towards Zhu Jiu with a plastic bag in hand.

"Ajiu, you guys are back."

Zhu Jiu spread his hands and replied helplessly, "I'm holding a lot of things, move aside quickly, or they'll fall."

Jingzhi: "Why not put it in..."

Cao Lu winked at her and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Jingzhi was stunned for a moment and thought of the two men in the bushes.

She tutted softly.

She was getting fed up with being stared at every day.

"Hey, go in first, go in first."

The barrier cracked, and Yang watched it day by day, no longer shocked.

"Well, it's another wasted trip. They've gone back home again. This time I really want to go home."

Wang Er stood up slowly, brushed off the grass debris on his black clothes, and said calmly:

"I think we don't need to come tomorrow."

Yang turned her head to look at him, a little confused, "Why do you say that?"

Wang Er rolled his eyes secretly.

How did this guy get promoted to this position with such a pig brain?

Could it be that he took the back door?

"The hermit in the thatched cottage is holding an invitation. He has some friendship with the prefect of our county. Since his brother is getting married, he should have given the prefect an invitation.

I think they will come tomorrow."

Yang Yi crossed his hands and held the back of his head, and walked around him twice, "Look, look, do you think you are Lord Di?"

Wang Er chuckled, "Master Di, how can you bring this up for discussion?"

"If you don't say it, don't say it."

……

the other side.

As soon as the three entered the room, the sharp-eyed Xigui immediately came over to take the thing from Zhu Jiu's hand, but was almost knocked to the ground by the heavy weight.

Jingzhi grabbed the back of his neck to steady him, while Zhu Jiu quickly accepted what was his and sighed at Xigui's thin arms and legs.

"Brother Caolu, it's just some glutinous rice. Your disciple should practice some more."

"Some?"

Xigui touched his nearly dislocated wrist and pointed at the two large bags of glutinous rice in his hands with wide eyes, "What do you call these two large bags of glutinous rice?"

Zhu Jiu didn't blush or gasp. He raised his hands and picked up the two bags of glutinous rice as if they were two pieces of paper.

Only the slightly bulging veins on the back of his hand showed that he was exerting force.

Xigui shut up completely. Even if he practiced for another two years, he would never be able to reach Zhu Jiu's level.

Cao Lu glared at Xi Gui and said, "If you can't carry two bags, why not carry them one at a time? Move everything to the kitchen and make sure it's protected from moisture."

Xigui said "oh" and took the bag of glutinous rice from Zhu Jiu's hand and held it in his arms.

His eyes swept over the ring on Zhu Jiu's hand, and he tilted his head in confusion and asked:

"You have a pinky ring, so why don't you put these heavy objects in it and bring them back?"

Zhu Jiu placed the rice on the chair in the pavilion, lifted his robe, and sat down slowly.

"It's a crime to possess a treasure. Jingzhi's ring has been exposed. I must at least keep a low profile so as not to attract too much attention."

"Also, a location for the new dojo has been found."

"After we move there on a chosen day, we can start recruiting more disciples. As the eldest brother, you must not lose face for your master. You'd better start training hard from now on."

The turtle wrinkled his face and turned to look at the thatched cottage. "Master, I have been doing my daily homework. I don't think I need to practice more."

Cao Lu nodded without comment. "Ajiu is right. You should increase your horse stance and plum blossom pile training by half an hour every day. You are grown up now. You should learn to manage your time. I don't need to remind you again, right?"

"No need. I can arrange it myself." Xigui shook his head with a sad face. It's not easy for the eldest brother either.

Watching Xigui sigh and walk away, Jingzhi rested his elbows on the table, looked at the busy thatched cottage with his hands in his hands, and asked:

"What should I write on the invitation?"

Cao Lu glanced at her sideways, put his wrist against the red invitation, raised the brush, and was at a loss for a moment.

He felt a little unwilling to only write about Ajiu and Jingzhi.

Just writing about what he said to Jingzhi doesn't match the rumors he spread.

What should I do?

Jingzhi extended her index finger and gently tapped the invitation. "The bride must be me. As for the groom, um... just write... just write Lin... Lin?"

"Nonsense." Cao Lu tapped her head lightly with his pen. "Marriage is a serious matter, how can it be treated as a joke?"

Jingzhi rubbed his forehead, which didn't hurt at all, hugged Caolu's shoulders, leaned slowly on his shoulders, and explained softly:

"I can't think of one. No matter who I write about, it will always hurt someone else."

"Also, you can't both write. I don't want people to talk about you."

Cao Lu and Zhu Jiu both softened their brows at the same time.

Cao Lu gently moved his chin, rubbed her cheek lightly, and said to her in a soft voice:

"How about I choose a name, Lin Jiu. My full name is Lin Zheng, and my courtesy name is Jiu."

Zhu Jiu paused for a moment and asked in confusion:

"Aren't characters usually chosen by parents when we are young?"

Cao Lu stroked his slightly grown beard and chuckled as he said, "I am an orphan. My master only gave me a name, not a courtesy name."

It is not easy to talk about a miserable childhood with a smile.

Zhu Jiu suddenly felt a little regretful about bringing this up, "Sorry, I didn't think of that."

"It's okay. I'm doing well now." He looked at Jingzhi tenderly, "I'm about to have my first family."

Jingzhi hugged his thin waist distressedly, "A Zheng, no wonder you are so thin and your hair is messy. I will take good care of you in the future and make sure you look refreshed and neat every day!"

"What are you talking about?" Cao Lu tapped her forehead with the pen again, "A man should support his family. It's my responsibility to support you."

He blushed, "Besides, my hair is messy because it's hard and it likes to stick out everywhere."

"I like Ah Zheng with messy hair, too." Jingzhi said with a smile, "Take good care of me, and then I will take good care of you!"

Zhu Jiu interjected, "What about me?"

Jingzhi pinched Zhu Jiu's cheek and said, "Ajiu is a wealthy man. Ajiu supports us."

Tsk, he is rich because he can tell from his feng shui. It’s fine for him to spend it on his wife, but why should he spend it on him?

Cao Lu looked at Zhu Jiu, smiled and tilted his head, "The name of the groom on the invitation should be Lin Jiu."

Zhu Jiu:...Humph, never mind, he’s just an old man, he can afford to support him.