Chapter 991 Something Good Will Happen Tomorrow

Song Chunxue's concerns were not unfounded. Some people love to gossip and pry into other people's affairs, which displeases the senior brother.

In the future, if she encounters this situation again, she will handle it more decisively.

"Oh, Fifth Brother, you've all come!" Song Zhizhu greeted him warmly. "Someone just said that Fifth Brother brought a group of people to visit his second brother. I didn't believe it at first, but it's true."

Master Han alighted from the carriage and glanced indifferently at the people around him.

Above Song Zhizhu's house were two other households, and on the distant slope, people from each household were curiously looking in this direction.

His gaze lingered on the grove of trees on the mountaintop for a moment before he looked away.

"Second Brother, this is our Martial Uncle Han, our elder, and this is Lord Zhao, our senior brother."

“Master Zhang is now my fellow disciple, and we have both paid our respects to our master.”

Song Chunxue's voice was filled with joy, "Knowing that I was coming to see my older sisters and second brother, they made a special trip to come and see me."

Song Zhizhu instructed his wife to greet them, saying, "Greetings, fellow disciples and senior brothers, and your apprentices. Please come inside and let's talk."

He laughed sheepishly, "When I saw the three carriages from afar, I was mentally prepared and made a special effort to sweep the house. The dust hasn't completely settled yet, hahaha. I'll start a fire in the yard for a while before coming inside."

Master Zhang nodded, turned his head, and raised his hand, "Please, Uncle-Master."

In front of outsiders, Master Han did not correct him.

It's quite strange that it's suddenly so formal.

But he calmly walked through the gate, and the jade hairpin in his hair bumped against the lintel, startling everyone.

"It's nothing," Master Han raised his hand. "I'm just too tall. It's no one else's fault."

These words made everyone laugh, and Lord Zhao followed up, "Next time, Uncle Han won't hit his head when he swims in."

The group understood, but the Song family didn't and didn't care.

Master Han glanced sideways slightly. "Is my junior disciple teaching me how to do things?"

"..." Lord Zhao was speechless.

Master Zhang placed his hand on Lord Zhao's shoulder, "Senior Brother, be careful that your Uncle doesn't punish you by making you practice swordsmanship in front of the younger generation."

Lord Zhao, who had intended to retort, suddenly remembered that Master Han had flicked the golden spoon, and he suddenly felt like a puppet, being driven by others uncontrollably.

Forget it, he's a junior, and I still owe him money.

Wuji leaned close to Ye Bai's ear and said, "Master has become even more rebellious than us. Be careful from now on, or he'll make things difficult for us."

"Yes, especially you."

It was clearly you!

After Song Zhizhu entered the house, he was busy entertaining the guests. His wife walked up to the Song sisters.

"Her fifth aunt, this is terrible! Why did you bring so much stuff? It's not New Year's. Just showing up is enough." She looked at the children carrying a pig's leg, three roosters, and a basket of chicks off the carriage, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Even when other people get married, they don't give her such a generous gift.

"Second sister-in-law, this is my heartfelt gift. You all have it. Besides, I'm doing well now. I've opened a shop and made money, so I wanted to bring you more good things." Song Chunxue put her arm around her sister and sister-in-law and walked into the house. "Is Alai up on the mountain? I'll call him and ask him to bring Fourth Sister over."

“That’s good. You’re different from us now, you’re nimble on your feet.” Second Sister-in-law looked down at their height. “Unlike us, we can’t run anymore, and we’ve started to shrink in height these past few years.”

Because Master Zhang had visited several times and was acquainted with Song Zhizhu, and they had even drunk together, he didn't stand on ceremony with him.

Knowing that Master Han looked at the kang (heated brick bed) as soon as he entered the room, Master Zhang told Song Zhizhu that his master uncle had cold legs and liked the kang, so he urged Master Han to take off his shoes and get on the kang.

Master Han glanced at Zhang Chengxuan indifferently, as if to say that all the younger generation were making fun of him. Was he suffering from cold legs?

He has a naturally cold constitution.

Feeling cold and having cold legs are two different things!

He leaned against the kang (a heated brick bed) and closed his eyes to rest, thinking that the house was clean and tidy, the sheets were neatly made, and there was no strong earthy smell of the kang.

This room is brighter than last night's, and the blankets are much cleaner.

The doors and windows were quite large, as if the house had been renovated, and the furniture inside was also new.

It seems that their family is living a relatively comfortable life.

He sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), with the tea stove on the kang table. After drinking tea, while everyone else went outside to wander around, Master Han couldn't resist and lay down to sleep.

Lord Zhao wanted to make fun of him, but seeing how he was curled up, he took it upon himself to draw a curtain over the kang (a heated brick bed) to hide Master Han from view.

He certainly wouldn't want to wake up while eating.

Let him sleep as much as he wants.

He couldn't help but shake his head; he had never seen anyone so fond of someone else's heated kang (traditional Chinese bed).

His grand house in the capital wasn't without an underfloor heating system; he had a hot water bottle wrapped in a silk quilt, and the room was filled with priceless incense, yet he never slept so soundly.

Song Chunxue called Zhang Daoshi aside.

"Senior brother, I'll call my fourth sister over first, and then I need to go back to my home. Always traveling back and forth like this, changing places every day, even a god would get tired. I'm thinking of filling in every kang (heated brick bed) in my old house in advance, drying them a bit, and making sure they're clean before I come back."

"I'll leave this to my senior brother to take charge, is that alright?" She looked at the busy kitchen. "I'll talk to my second brother."

"Don't worry, I was just thinking that the kang (heated brick bed) will definitely be damp on the first day since it hasn't been filled in for a long time. Go and prepare it." Master Zhang lowered his voice. "I guess Master Han will stay here for a few days. There are some of his kind around here, so there might be some excitement to watch."

Song Chunxue's eyes lit up, "Then I'll prepare more. I'll go early and come back early, so don't worry about my meals."

"If all else fails, bring your two disciples along, and hurry up." Master Zhang looked at Tu Dan'er. "Bring my disciple along too; more people will make things faster."

Indeed, a house that has been vacant for a long time always feels chilly.

With a few energetic boys by her side, she had no worries about encountering anything unclean.

"Okay, then we can go after we finish eating. Anyway, you guys are going to chat and drink, right?"

The Taoist priest nodded, "This is your maternal home. Your second brother and I are old drinking buddies, so we'll have to chat for a while."

Suddenly, he turned to look at the courtyard wall not far away, his eyes sharpening.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Song Chunxue was startled by his sudden action. "A ghost or a demon?"

"Are you scared?" Master Zhang handed her a talisman. "However, deep-rooted childhood fears are more likely to affect a person's mind than demons and monsters. Stay calm. What haven't you seen in the world? Why are you afraid of those worthless things?"

"Didn't the things from the southwest come with me? I'm just afraid that someone is still watching my heart."

Master Zhang shook his head, "Don't worry, Master Han has already dealt with them, and my uncle has also gone. They wouldn't dare to follow them even if they had ten lives."

That's good.

"By the way, something good will happen tomorrow, so dress up nicely when you get up early." After turning around, Master Zhang solemnly gave him another piece of advice.

"Um?"