Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Jingzhi never expected that Xiao Xiaojuan would still be as soft as before when she grew up. Although her fighting ability was higher, her temper was still as soft as before.

Cheng Ying was quite happy.

I can protect her.

"Bullshit!" Jingyi snatched the crutch from his hand and raised it high. "Come on, try jumping up and taking it back."

Cheng Ying looked at her aggrievedly, his legs trembling as he sat back on the sofa. "You're bullying the old mute."

Jingzhi sighed, leaned over, and touched the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, "You, I'm afraid she will be bullied. There's no need to teach her martial arts, and I don't know how long she will wait."

Cheng Ying secretly retrieved his walking stick and grinned, "Her husband will protect her, there's no need for her to resort to violence."

Jingzhi glanced at him, leaned back heavily on the sofa, and sighed with her arms crossed, "Forget about her, but why is her daughter, my granddaughter, also so weak?"

When Cheng Ying thought of that sweet little girl, he smiled so hard that his crow's feet appeared. [Follow me.]

"...Tsk, when I first met you, you were more aggressive than anyone else!"

[Oh, don't worry, they just need an opportunity.]

"What opportunity?"

【After hitting bottom, there will always be a rebound.】

Jingzhi pinched his face, which had lost its elasticity, squinted her eyes and gritted her teeth and said: "You still want the little dumpling to hit the bottom?"

The eagle raised his hands tremblingly, looking extremely innocent. "That's not what I meant."

"Grandma! I'm home from school!"

Cheng Ying immediately propped himself up with the help of crutches, and Jingzhi sighed and helped him up.

Then he let go and ran, "Today I will hold little Tangyuan first, haha!"

Cheng Ying smiled and shook his head behind him. Even if the little glutinous rice ball hit the bottom, her grandmother would be there to cushion it.

……

Cheng Ying is indeed as good-natured as he said, and it becomes more so as he gets older.

Before he completely closed his eyes, he smiled and made the love gesture to her, "Thank you, Xiaozhi, for not despising me in this life."

Jingzhi sat by the bed with a group of soft-hearted people, each with redder eyes than the other.

Just as I was about to speak, his action stopped me in my tracks.

"Money, this thing, has its pros and cons. I know that if I leave, you will follow me, so that backyard..."

Cheng Ying suddenly choked when he was halfway through his words.

Jingzhi shook him and cursed with tears in her eyes:

"What's the difference between you saying you have 60 million and not telling them your bank card password!!!"

Xiaojuan stretched out her hand: "Mom, don't do this."

Before the hand touched Jingzhi, Jingzhi began to fade away.

Xiaojuan only had time to see Jingzhi fly onto the row of bookcases at the head of the bed.

With a whoosh, her mother and the entire bookcase disappeared without a trace.

Little Tangyuan opened his round eyes and sniffed, "Mom, will grandma come back?"

Xiaojuan looked at Cheng Ying on the bed, tears streaming down her face. She squatted down and hugged Xiao Tangyuan tightly, "Yes, she will come back."

"Mom, what did grandma just say?"

Xiaojuan looked confused. Cheng Ying was afraid that she would learn bad things, so he didn't tell her that his family was very rich.

"I don't know, little Tangyuan, let's move in with daddy."

"Why? I want to wait until grandma comes back before I leave."

Xiaojuan didn't answer. She had a vague feeling that her mother might not come back for decades.

……

She was right.

Time flies.

Xiao Tangyuan has become someone else's mother. She is very old and cannot wait for Jingzhi to return, so she put the villa up for rent through an agency.

For fear of being reminded of the past, she has not brought her family back here for decades.

She only knew that the house was rented out at first, but later it seemed like there was something wrong with the house and the tenants moved out.

She was not short of money, so the house was left alone.

………………

She didn't care. The agent was sighing all day long as he saw that the villa couldn't be rented out. It wouldn't be okay if it just sat there without making any money.

After some twists and turns, he sent his younger brother to look for tenants nearby whose leases were about to expire, to see if he could trick an honest person who made money quickly and spent it quickly into taking over.

Sure enough, he really found such a person.

Uncle Ying, the night watchman of Chaofeng Community at the foot of the mountain.

His main job salary is not high, but he can make a lot of money from his side job - catching ghosts and fortune telling.

He recruited five apprentices at once, all of them teenagers. They made money quickly but spent it even faster.

Instead of letting them occupy a normal house, it would be better to let them live in the villa with problems. Maybe Uncle Ying can help him catch ghosts.

At that time, he would find a reason to kick Uncle Ying out, and then the house could be rented out again.

The agency boss, who had a very good imagination, clapped his hands suddenly. Seeing that Uncle Ying had not paid the rent this month, the agency boss ordered his subordinate Awei to go straight to his house.

The living room in this small bungalow was actually quite large.

However, there was an altar right in front of them, with four men and one woman standing neatly in front of it, making the large space seem a bit cramped.

Uncle Ying was wearing a yellow Taoist robe at this time, sitting aside and drinking tea, occasionally pointing fingers at several of his apprentices' "ghost catching training".

Awei walked over with a briefcase in his hand.

When Uncle Ying saw him, he was shocked and pinched his fingers on his knees silently a few times.

It’s broken. Shouldn’t the rent have been paid a few days ago?

But all his money was used to buy materials for these apprentices.

Cinnabar, talisman paper, peach wood sword, all five must be prepared at once.

The apprentice's actions are reckless, and sometimes he needs to prepare more materials. The money is simply not enough.

There was no other way, so Uncle Ying could only pull the corners of his mouth and put on a smile to A Wei, "Why are you free to come here today?"

Apart from the eldest disciple who was a bit weak, all the disciples were agile and could wield a peach wood sword in a very skillful manner, with the sword making a swish sound.

"Come and sit down." Awei watched them training, and the more he watched, the more he felt that the exorcism their boss talked about might really work.

He put his briefcase on the table, raised his hand deliberately, blew on his fingers, and then twisted them, hinting to Uncle Ying:

"Uncle, I've already given you a few days' grace. Isn't it time to pay the rent?"

Uncle Ying was short of money and he really had nothing to say.

Awei raised his palm to pretend to stop him, "Hey, you don't have to say it."

"Well, I can only give you two more days to pay the rent or move out. Please let me know when the time comes."

Uncle Ying said nothing, but could only pour him a cup of tea silently with an embarrassed face.

At this age, not only was he asked to pay rent, but he was also seen by his apprentices.

Where is the face?

But he couldn't give up the idea of ​​founding his own school.

Alas, a penny can make a hero fall.

Ah Wei finished his tea and stood up. "That's all I have to say. I think you understand."

Before he walked out, a rental notice suddenly fell from his briefcase.

Uncle Ying walked over and picked it up. Just as he was about to call him, Awei turned a corner quickly and disappeared.

Never mind, it’s just a notice.

Uncle Ying held the paper, sighed, walked back to the altar, looked at the tablet of his master, and had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

In the end, he said nothing, lit the incense, and offered a stick of incense to his master.

As soon as he turned around, he saw several disciples lined up in a row, staring at him eagerly.

The eldest brother looked worried: "Master, are we going to be kicked out?"

The second apprentice clenched his fists and said, "I haven't learned how to catch ghosts yet. I won't leave."

The third junior brother's mind was wandering in the sky, with a smug smile on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The fourth junior brother kept pulling at the third senior brother's clothes, but he couldn't bring his soul back.

The youngest is a girl.

She frowned, dug into her pocket, and handed the remaining two hundred yuan to Uncle Ying, "Master, this is all I have."

Uncle Ying's heart softened, and he thought to himself that the girl was really considerate.

He coughed twice and extended his hand to those silly boys.

The eldest brother was very stingy. He searched his pockets for a long time and took out a few coins. "Hey, Master, these are just some tokens of my appreciation. Don't mind."

The second disciple was only interested in catching ghosts, so he paid the money honestly and gave two hundred yuan.

It's the third brother's turn.

He stood there, the smug smile on his face turning into a ripple.

The fourth brother couldn't bear it and pushed him.

Unexpectedly, he was pushed onto Uncle Ying.

What was even more unexpected was that the third brother actually hugged Uncle Ying's neck and kissed his cheek madly.

Uncle Ying was so disgusted that he pushed the third brother away with force. He snorted coldly and wiped the saliva off his left cheek with the back of his hand. "I don't know what you're thinking about all day! Get out of here!"

As the third brother turned away, the restricted magazine stuck in the back of his jeans caught Uncle Ying's eye.

He took a few quick steps, pulled out the book, rolled it up, and slapped the third child's head. "Don't read it anymore! We Taoists are all about nourishing our hearts. Go away."

The third brother covered his head with his hands in grievance, said "oh", and stepped aside.

The fourth child also paid the money.

However, how could more than 600 yuan be enough?

Uncle Ying stuffed the money into his pocket, sat back in his chair, and waved at them, "You guys go out, I'll think of a way."

Several apprentices left.

Uncle Ying sighed for a long time.

I realized belatedly that I was still holding that disgusting magazine.

He tutted and was about to throw it away.

The man's curiosity made him turn the page.

Before he could even take a look, he felt like he was slapped on the back of his head.

Uncle Ying almost had an intimate contact with the naked woman in the book.

His face flushed, he threw the book aside and turned around to see who hit him.

But he found that the flames of the candles on both sides of the master's tablet suddenly shot up very high.

Uncle Ying stood up awkwardly, lit three incense sticks and apologized in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, I was distracted by this. I won't watch it again."

Jingzhi, holding his breath and hiding on the beam, withdrew his spell and restored the candle to its original state.

She shook her hurt hand and squinted her eyes to look at Uncle Ying who suddenly got confused.

If he dares to pick it up and look at it again, she will beat him!

Fortunately, Uncle Ying thought that the master had appeared in spirit, so he knelt in front of the altar and chanted the Heart Purification Mantra softly, not daring to do anything else.