Chapter 41 Great Immortal, please take a seat!

In Duan Anluo's opinion, a weasel is a weasel. No matter how bad it is, can anyone be worse?

Looking at the angry crowd around him, Duan Anluo soothed them, "Don't worry, everyone. The fried chicken isn't poisonous. This kid is a distant relative of mine. He's mentally ill and loves to play pranks and scare people. Yesterday, he went to the bathroom to eat shit and got beaten up by his dad. That's it. He can't commit suicide at home, so he has to go crazy outside. Don't worry, I can fix him."

Everyone: “…”

The weasel lying on the ground was startled. This person came so quickly!

As he spoke, Duan Anluo took something out of his pocket.

Everyone still didn't quite believe it. After all, the child's death looked too real, with black blood flowing from all seven orifices. How could a prank be so effective?

Duan Anluo took out a handful of plastic bags, and after opening them, they were still plastic bags.

It was wrapped in plastic bags, more than ten layers in total.

Just when the crowd was about to lose patience, Duan Anluo finally opened the innermost layer, and inside was a handful of black beans!

As soon as the bag was opened, people who were close to it could immediately smell a strong stench mixed with the unique smell of sheep.

The weasel lying on the ground pretending to be dead smelled the odor, and its hands and feet couldn't help but twitch. It cursed in its heart: "Fuck you, ancestor! You are a sheep dung egg!"

Duan Anluo held back his laughter, pinched the child's mouth open and was about to pour the food in.

This was something he had asked the little mice to pick up at Qi You's house. It was fresh and hot, with a strong flavor and not hard. It was guaranteed to melt in the mouth and could make the weasel dizzy with the fragrance.

The weasel couldn't stand it anymore!

With so many people watching, it couldn't just jump up, so it could only mobilize its spiritual energy to block its mouth, trying to push away these disgusting sheep dung balls.

Unfortunately, the person it met was Duan Anluo. This little bit of spiritual energy was not enough in Duan Anluo's eyes. He shattered it with a flick of his finger and continued to pour the plastic bag into its mouth.

Just from this simple action of Duan Anluo, we can see how powerful his ability is.

The weasel was cursing in his heart. It was not a human being, and this person was even less human than it was!

It had originally listened to the weasels and knew Duan Anluo had high spiritual power, so it didn't want to confront him head-on. But it also felt sorry for its great-grandchildren who were being enslaved by Duan Anluo and made fried chicken, so it decided to attack Jiang Yuan.

Duan Anluo bullied its grandson, so it bullied Duan Anluo's grandson!

Since his fried chicken business failed, Duan Anluo naturally could no longer command his disciples.

Seeing that Jiang Yuan was not very courageous, it would scare him, pester him, drive him crazy, and then run away, making it impossible for him to continue.

Unexpectedly, Duan Anluo arrived so quickly and was well prepared!

Seeing that it was pushed away after being fed several times, Duan Anluo lost his patience and directly used stronger spiritual energy to imprison it.

It's over! The weasel felt a chill in his heart, realizing that his spiritual power was completely gone. He was now truly panicked. Who would eat something like this? When he used to steal chickens, he would always take a detour when he came across a sheep pen because it was too smelly!

Duan Anluo reminded it at the right time: "If you don't want to eat, get up."

The weasel suddenly opened its eyes and used all its strength to push the sheep dung ball out of Duan Anluo's hand. It glared at Duan Anluo angrily: "You are a real dog!"

Everyone around it understood what it did: this kid was really pretending!

"So bad, he's so young and yet he acts so realistically!"

"If you have this ability, why don't you go into the entertainment industry? You're lying here!"

"That's too much! If this were my child, I'd spank him eight times a day!"

"Take him to the police station! Let the police give him a good education. If he's so bad at such a young age, what will he be like when he grows up?"

…

There was a lot of discussion around, and the weasel rolled its eyes, knowing that it was not a good place to stay for long, so it wanted to slip away.

Unfortunately, Duan Anluo waited so long just to catch it. He had said long ago: immortals are not invited, but caught.

The old yellow fox in front of you is the first one.

The weasel struggled hard, but didn't dodge!

I tried to mobilize my spiritual power again, but it simply didn't work and it remained motionless.

It felt a pang in its heart: Oh no! This mystic's ability is even more powerful than its grandchildren said!

It hurriedly tried to use its secret technique, hoping to burn its cultivation and escape underground. Duan Anluo's delicate and beautiful face leaned over and asked it, "Become the guardian fairy of my Xuanmen."

The weasel was stunned for a moment, then became furious. "How dare you enslave me?"

The next second, a fist came with the sound of wind, and the spiritual energy wrapped in it directly hit its soul. The weasel's eyes went dark, and before he could say no, he was knocked unconscious.

Duan Anluo picked it up with one hand and said with satisfaction, "If you don't refuse, it means you agree."

In order to maintain its human form, Duan Anluo also wrapped it with spiritual power and placed several restrictions on it. Look, isn't this what the immortal family has? Opportunities always come to those who are prepared.

Duan Anluo placed it in Jiang Yuan's car and bowed to the crowd. "Everyone, I'm sorry! I'm sending this child back home to discipline him properly. Tomorrow, I'll be back here again. The boss will give everyone fried chicken, free of charge, as an apology."

"Jiang Yuan? Jiang Yuan!" Duan Anluo called out twice. Jiang Yuan's spirit, which had been frightened out of his body, immediately returned to its place. After realizing what his master had said, Jiang Yuan subconsciously nodded, "Yes, I apologize."

Jiang Yuan's face still had a hint of fear, but after he calmed down a bit, he bowed deeply to the crowd and said sincerely, "I'm sorry for causing you all trouble. I'll bring fried chicken tomorrow and it's free for everyone!"

Everyone saw that the child was so sensible that they didn't know what to say. It wasn't his fault in the first place, so if anyone was to blame, they should blame the kid who played the prank! How mean!

…

When the weasel's ancestor woke up, he found that he had been tied to the leg of the table with a special red rope.

It has now revealed its true form, a white-haired weasel, as tall as a table leg. The only difference is that its fur is not as shiny as that of its grandchildren.

In the cage next to it were his three unfortunate great-grandsons. Each of them was holding a piece of cleanly eaten watermelon rind, and they looked at him with tearful eyes: "Grandfather! You are finally here!"

This sentence almost made their ancestors die of anger.

Even though these little ones have been locked up all the time, they have vegetables to eat every day, as well as eggs, and occasionally some beef scraps left over from Xiaobai.

Even without wind or sun, the spiritual energy released from Duan Anluo's body was enough for them to absorb.

They actually gained weight!

Look at this old ancestor again. He has been practicing in the mountains. In recent years, he has established a broken guild. The people in it not only do not allow ghosts to break the law, but also control these monsters. It has been a long time since he went to the villagers' homes to steal chickens.

Occasionally I hunt some wild game, and it’s actually a protected animal. It’s so thin from hunger!

"Unfilial descendants! Trash! You are all pure trash!" These three trash made the ancestor very angry. His fur stood up and his whiskers trembled. He used his two claws to dig into the cage, wanting to dig out these three trash and pull out all their fur!

Duan Anluo kindly handed it a piece of whole, uneaten watermelon: "Calm down, kid, if you don't cause trouble, you're not a kid anymore, right?"

The white-haired weasel didn't take his melon, staring at him warily: "What do you want to do? How can we let us go? God is merciful, and it's not easy for us to practice. Aren't you afraid of the consequences of your actions by treating us like this?"

Duan Anluo raised his eyebrows. Wow, this thing also knows cause and effect?

"Since you know the law of cause and effect, why are you bullying my grand-disciple?" Duan Anluo pointed at Jiang Yuan, who was still in shock and his face hadn't recovered. "My child is so honest and timid. He wouldn't even dare to step on an ant to death. You are so old, and you are scaring him. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

The weasel stood up, supporting himself with his two legs and holding the table leg with one paw. He puffed out his chest and argued with Duan Anluo, his momentum not inferior at all: "You bully my grandson, so I will bully your grandson!"

"It was your grandson who broke my glass first!"

"You caught three of them, and they only broke one pane of glass!"

"All three of them have offended me. I've already been merciful by not killing them all. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll summon thunder from the sky to kill you all."

The old white-haired ancestor opened his mouth but didn't dare to continue arguing. He understood that the man in front of him was completely unreasonable! He was even more unreasonable than a weasel!

Duan Anluo brought a small stool and sat next to the table leg. He ate watermelon while admiring the appearance of Baimao's hair standing on end. Look at him, he is so skinny, and his spine is like a mantis shrimp, with segments one after another.

Only after Duan Anluo finished eating a piece of watermelon did Baimao calm down.

Seeing him casually stuff the watermelon rind into the cage, several grandchildren took it and their fur, which had just calmed down, almost exploded again: "Can you guys grow up a little bit? What's the difference between you and the pets at home?!"

The little ones have already accepted their fate. Even their ancestors have never beaten this human being. What’s the point of them struggling?

Duan Anluo spoke calmly, as if chatting with an old friend: "Let's make peace. I want to open a fried chicken shop. Your three grandsons are all good at cooking."

He pointed at Jiang Yuan, then at the three eagerly-eyed chickens in the cage. "My little disciple doesn't have any special abilities, except for being well-liked. Let's work together. From now on, the three of them will be responsible for frying the chicken, and I will be responsible for selling it. If we make any money, I will get 80% and they will get 20%."

When the white-haired old ancestor heard about this split, he got anxious. Putting aside whether or not they agreed to cooperate, even if they did, this split was too much of an advantage for the monster. "Twenty percent? How did you come up with that?"

Duan Anluo frowned. "Why? You think it's too much? Then it's 190%, you get 10%, and I, your disciple, get 90%."

Just as Baimao was about to speak, Duan Anluo stuffed a piece of watermelon into his mouth. "Don't be unreasonable. My disciple needs to go buy meat and set up a stall. How about letting your grandson go? Do you dare to let them go?"

The sweet watermelon juice spread in his mouth, and Baimao froze. Man, this food tastes so damn good!

It spat out the watermelon in its mouth angrily. What was it thinking about using a piece of watermelon to buy the fate of its three grandsons?

Duan Anluo continued to persuade it: "I am still taking care of your meals, but can you have enough to eat if you return to the deep mountains and old forests?

The current environment for practicing cultivation is so difficult. With so few resources, everyone is scrambling for them.

The three of them followed him to temper their character. Isn't this a form of spiritual practice?

When their spiritual energy is higher, I will find them proper disciples to perform rituals. Isn't it better to be down-to-earth and accumulate more merits than to take shortcuts and seek out others for titles?

It’s better to rely on yourself than on others, don’t you think? "

Duan Anluo took another piece of watermelon and handed it to the little weasel in the cage. The little weasel took it and took a bite excitedly. It was so sweet! Finally, he could eat a real watermelon.

Duan Anluo pointed at the little weasel that was happily gnawing on the food and said to Baimao, "Look how happy your grandson is. They just like to live this kind of peaceful life."

He glanced at the three little ones in the cage, and the three weasels nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, yes! They like this kind of life! Please agree to it quickly! If you don't agree to it, you will be beaten soon!"

There's a snake sleeping in the room! That snake has a father who's even more vicious!

Looking at his three useless grandsons who were afraid of death and only cared about comfort, Baimao was so angry that the hair on his body stood up again. "You...you useless trash! How could I have grandsons like you!"

The youngest of the three mustered up the courage to say, "Grandfather, didn't you say before that we are the most powerful and promising in the entire weasel family?"

Baimao was choked and unable to speak, so he simply sat down on the ground, crossed his legs, and tried hard to look like he was meditating. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he recited the Heart Purification Mantra several times.

Duan Anlu stretched out a finger and poked the white-haired boy's forehead curiously, then he stroked the hair on his back and felt the texture. No, it wasn't fat enough.

The sudden stroking of his fur made Baimao's body stiffen, and his meditation posture collapsed instantly. He suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Duan Anluo with shame and anger: "What are you doing? I'm already this old! You!"

"What do you mean? We haven't finished talking yet. They are following my disciple, and I will guarantee their safety. What about you? Follow me and become the guardian fairy of my Xuanmen. What do you think?"

Baimao looked at his disciples holding the watermelon rind, looking at him with anticipation and fear, then felt the powerful spiritual power contained in the red rope tied around their legs, and then looked at Duan Anluo's pretty and kind face that said "I will kill you if you don't agree", and closed his eyes in despair.

"Xiaobai, don't sleep anymore. Bring me your cow legs." Duan Anluo stood up regretfully, put his hands behind his back, and looked compassionate. "God is merciful to all living things. We cultivators should have compassion. Let them eat their fill so we can send them on their way."

All four weasels froze, even the little weasel that was chewing the watermelon in the cage stopped moving. Its two claws loosened, and the half-eaten watermelon fell to the ground with a "plop".

This is their last meal!

At this time, a white snake as thick as an arm came crawling over slowly and hesitantly, with a big cow leg wrapped around its tail. It reluctantly placed the cow leg next to several weasels.

Smelling the meaty smell, several weasels swallowed their saliva. Then, looking at the look in Duan Anluo's eyes, they suddenly lost their appetite.

I dare not eat it!

You will die if you eat it!

Duan Anluo frowned and glared at Xiaobai in dissatisfaction: "Who are you showing off to by becoming so small? It's not like our family can't afford food. You eat so much meat every day, and you're still this small? Change back to me!"

Xiaobai was confused. "Didn't you tell me to learn how to become smaller?" I tried my best to shrink every day.

It’s true that mother’s heart is like a needle in the sea!

What else can it do? Just do it.

Xiaobai's body suddenly grew larger. His bucket-like waist and scales that shone with cold light scared the three little weasels so much that they fell to the ground and trembled.

This is not just an oppression in terms of physical size, but also an absolute suppression in terms of bloodline and cultivation, which makes it impossible for them to have even a thought of resistance.

Even the White-haired Ancestor felt the blood suppression brought by Xiaobai. This snake was about to turn into a dragon. How could it, a weasel, fight it?

"Okay, stop scaring them, I agree." Baimao accepted his fate. This was their disaster. Who knew if it was destined by God?

This human being has such a high level of cultivation that he even keeps such a powerful snake as a pet. Whether it is a blessing or a curse can only be left to fate.

Duan Anluo touched Xiaobai with satisfaction and said, "Okay, change back."

Xiaobai climbed onto the sofa, wrapped his tail around the cow's leg, and wanted to take it away.

Duan Anluo stepped on its tail and said, "Leave the meat."

Xiaobai: ...Hi!

Duan Anluo asked the weasels in a good-tempered manner: "Do you want to eat it raw or cooked?"

The youngest one asked tremblingly, "Will you send us on our way after we finish eating?"

"What road are you on? We're a family from now on." Duan Anluo opened the cage, "Come out quickly. Brush this cage. It's left for the next person."

The little weasel's eyes lit up immediately, "As long as it's raw, it's fine!"

There is no time to cook it, it wants to eat meat so much.

Originally, Baimao didn't want to eat, and had a look of disgust on his face, even glaring at these useless grandsons with disappointment. But when he saw how happily they ate, and he had been in the mountains for so long, he was really hungry, so he couldn't help but took a small bite.

As a result, Baimao's eyes became moist: That snake eats so damn well!

Duan Anluo sat aside, watching them wolfing down the food, wishing they could stuff the entire leg of beef into their mouths. Especially the little one, who looked as if he was afraid of missing a bite, and even had teeth marks on the bones.

"Alas, it's not easy to be a demon these days," Duan Anluo shook his head helplessly, "Who made me a soft-hearted person?" He asked worriedly, "Do you still have a grandfather?"

Baimao paused, "It's gone, it's really gone! Our clan has been wiped out, even their nest is gone!"

"Okay then." Duan Anluo finally gave up and nodded at the little weasels one by one. "From now on, you can follow my apprentice to do business and make fried chicken together."

The smallest weasel wanted to show off, so he turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuan flatteringly: "Brother Yuan, let's fry some chicken together!"

Its grandfather lashed out with his claws and pulled off a tuft of feathers: "Speak of the chicken, don't speak, speak of it, it's a rotten mouth!"

Jiang Yuan looked at the little weasel covering the back of his head and crying, then looked at Duan Anluo, and suddenly felt that his own master was the best: his master had never hit him on the back of his head.

Duan Anluo suggested, "Let's call it Sanhuang Fried Chicken Shop. Yuan'er, go find someone to make a sign and hang it on your tram."

Jiang Yuan nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll find someone to do it tomorrow."

Then, Duan Anluo took out the tablet of the deity he had prepared long ago. He pointed at the white-haired weasel and said happily, "Great Immortal, please take your seat!"

Duan Anluo put the sign in place and gestured to Baimao, "Shrink a little and sit down. I'll take a picture of you as a souvenir."

Baimao saw the words clearly and closed his eyes in despair. He would rather die than go up.

Duan Anluo ignored its refusal and directly suppressed it with his spiritual power, turning it into a small one and pressing it on the seat under the god's tablet.

On the shrine tablet, a couplet was written in vigorous and elegant calligraphy.

First couplet: Cultivate your body and mind in the deep mountains;

Second line: After leaving the ancient cave, he became famous all over the world.

Horizontal banner above the head: All wishes will be granted!

Duan Anluo held up his phone and exclaimed, "It's really beautiful."

Three weasels squatted in a row with confused looks on their faces. They looked just like poor students waiting for the teacher to hand out their papers during an exam. How could they be good at that?

Duan Anluo reminded: "Great Immortal, be happy and smile!"

“I’m laughing at you…” The white-haired old man was about to curse.

"Pa!" The little white tail slapped the table, and the white-haired dog grinned, revealing an extremely reluctant expression of baring teeth.

Duan Anluo snapped the photo and was very satisfied with his photography skills. "Perfect!"

He looked down at the three little ones at the table and said, "What are you three looking at? Clap your hands!"

The three little weasels clapped their paws subconsciously and praised in unison: "Old Ancestor is so beautiful!"

"Yeah, yeah, the old man is so beautiful!"

"nice!"

Baimao was so angry that he almost vomited blood: Look at your grandma’s big chicken leg!

If I had known that three of you would be my offspring, I would have sterilized myself with a stone!

To make it the guardian deity of Xuanmen, you can’t just take a photo of it. You also have to sign a contract between its spirit and Xuanmen, so that when Xuanmen disciples invite it for help in the future, they can contact it directly.

"What's your name? Let's make a contract."

"People in the underworld call him Mr. Huang San."

"Okay." Duan Anluo wrote down the name. It seemed that their circle belonged to this great master and that great master. As long as the contract was bound to the soul, they would not make the wrong choice.

"I have an apprentice who is young but extremely talented. You can practice with him in the future. I guarantee that you will achieve enlightenment within a hundred years."

Baimao opened his eyes. Among so many threats and inducements, only this sentence could move his heart the most.

It asked anxiously: "Where is he?"

Duan Anluo pondered for a moment, "Don't worry, he hasn't come to become my disciple yet."

Baimao’s inner thoughts: *% crosses!

Ever since Duan Anluo left, Qi You has been thinking about his future path.

He didn't want to be trapped in this small village forever, accompanying his crazy grandfather.

The death of his parents and grandmother made him fall from heaven to hell in an instant. They had a bad relationship with his grandfather when they were alive. He only knew that his grandfather had been in prison, had done many immoral things, and was not good to his grandmother.

But there are only the two of them, grandfather and grandson, left at home, and Qi You can't really abandon his grandfather.

In the past few years, he has grown up and understood more things, and his patience with this crazy old man has been worn out.

In addition, now that he knew that the deaths of his parents and grandmother were caused by this old man, he already felt hatred in his heart.

In fact, when Duan Anluo left, Qi You was tempted. He wanted to follow him, but he had to settle the things at home first.

Otherwise, even if he went, he wouldn't be able to study with peace of mind, and might even make Duan Anluo angry.

This was an opportunity he had finally gotten. If he angered Duan Anluo and sent him back, he might never have such a good opportunity again.

Children of the same age are all living in a honeypot. They study under the supervision of their parents, and getting good grades can make their parents happy for several days.

They have the right to lose their temper, be out of control, and even act like a spoiled brat and negotiate with their parents...but Qi You doesn't.

He just tried his best to live, and in order to make his life a little better, he had to grab every opportunity.

While rummaging through old things at home, Qi You discovered that there were more small animals around him. These were not physical animals, but spirits.

Rabbits, mice, snakes, hedgehogs, weasels... everything.

They hid in the dark, secretly observing him, and when he looked over, they shrank back timidly.

He had seen spirits like this before. After all, there were few cars and people in the countryside, and there were large fields of crops, which was where small animals liked to hide. But he had never seen so many as now.

When things are abnormal, there must be something wrong. Qi You did not disturb them, pretending that nothing happened, and just observed what they were trying to do in secret.

At night, the wild ghosts that had no one to support them and could only wander in the wilderness would lie down at the head of his bed, trying to scare him.

These ghosts are the most hateful. They have their own circle of information. Knowing that Qi You can see them, they want to scare him and ask him for tributes and incense.

When a few wandering ghosts used the same trick again and lay on the head of his bed in a scary posture, Qi You closed his eyes indifferently. No matter what they said in his ears, he pretended to be asleep, neither listening nor looking. When it was almost dawn, they naturally left.

These things are shameless. Once they are given to him, they will keep pestering him.

When he was a child, he helped a ghost because he was kind-hearted, and then they all came to ask for money back, endlessly.

However, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking air, followed by a scream.

Many milky yet overbearing voices scolded, "This is the one my boss likes, and you dare to scare me? I'll scratch you to death!"

"You bastard! Even if there's no mirror, you can still pee, right? Take a piss and look at yourself. What a mess you'll make! What if you scare the child?!"

"Let's play with Daji!"

"Look at my nine gates and thirteen needles!"

"Fuck! Hedgehog, you can't use your thorns as hidden weapons! Doesn't it hurt?"

…

Qi You opened his eyes in shock and saw that the scoundrels who had scared him were beaten and ran away in fear.

The little animals were still not satisfied, so they surrounded and beat them up, pulling out all the sparse hair on the ghost's head and scratching many wounds on his face.

After they finished, they hid again and ate in the dark. Qi You could hear the sound of them cracking melon seeds, which was so noisy that he couldn't sleep at all.

Qi You said softly to where they were hiding, "Thank you."

A little fox popped its head out and asked in shock, "Can you see us?"

Qi You sat up and said, "Yes."

The little fox raised his paw and said, "Brothers, hurry up!"

"Don't be afraid," Qi You said quickly, "I won't do anything to you."

In fact, he could not do anything, he could only see it. Now he was not familiar with these little animals, so he would definitely not say anything that would expose his weakness.

The little fox made a fist gesture: Don't worry, let's see what he says. This kid might be our next keeper, so it's a good idea to build a relationship with him.

Qi You didn't know what they were thinking, "Who asked you to come?"

Even though he asked this question, he actually had a premonition in his heart. Only a powerful person could command these small animals to come here.

"Your master!"

"Your father!"

"Your father!"

Qi You: "...Can the names be unified?"

Several eloquent young immortals explained in unison: "Hey, in your profession, isn't the master the same as the father? He is both a teacher and a father, it's the same!"

"Actually, the boss originally wanted to take you in as his son, but that rich older brother didn't want anyone else to steal his father, so the boss had no choice but to take you in as his apprentice!"

"No, no," another corrected, "The boss originally wanted to take you in as his apprentice! You are of a higher generation than him. When Xiao Yuanzi sees you, he will have to kowtow and call you Uncle Master!"

Qi You didn't understand why Duan Anluo chose him. He only said that he was talented and suitable for this path, but he himself didn't think he was better than others. He was not only bullied by people, but also by ghosts.

Why would someone so out of reach like him?

Qi You had a gloomy face and didn't say anything. Did he have some other purpose?

"Why is this child so stupid?"

"You're so gloomy, are you okay mentally?"

"It should be fine. Just take care of it."

"Don't be sad, there are fruits for you to eat!" They took out their tributes one after another, including grapes, cherries, walnuts, pistachios, a few lychees, and a lot of melon seeds. After the tribute was placed on the table, they had so much delicious food every day that they couldn't finish it all.

Qi You declined: "Thank you, I can't eat it."

"That's all right!" they said enthusiastically. "As long as you give us the results, Boss... Master Duan will send someone to pick you up. There will be plenty of goodies then!"

Qi You took the opportunity to find out the news: "What if I don't agree?"

"Then let's go!" They answered straightforwardly. This was just their mission. If it had nothing to do with Duan Anluo, they wouldn't bother with him.

It was really heartless. Qi You smiled bitterly and said, "Go and deliver the letter. I promise."

He paused, then said seriously: "No, I begged him to take me in."

"You agreed so quickly? Well, we'll deliver the letter right away."

Qi You saw the leading little fox run out, draw a circle in the yard, and then write and draw, mumbling something.

After a while, the little fox came back and told Qi You: "Your master told you to only bring your schoolbag and nothing else. Your uncle will come to pick you up at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Qi You clenched his fists tightly, put his schoolbag next to his pillow, and then put all the remaining manuscripts he had hidden in advance into the schoolbag.

In another room, the crazy old man was snoring loudly, mixed with vague talking in his sleep.

Qi You glanced at him coldly, closed his eyes and went to sleep, not letting his emotions show.

The next morning, Qi You led the sheep from his home and went straight to the village chief's house.

This poor child had always been the focus of the villagers. When the village chief saw him coming with the sheep, he was a little surprised: "Qi You, have you had breakfast? Your grandma cooked some noodles, would you like to have some together?"

"Fourth Grandpa, I've eaten." Qi You shook his head. "I want to discuss something with you."

The village chief is named Duan Sishui, the fourth among his brothers. Everyone in the village has the surname Duan. Qi You calls him Fourth Grandpa, but they are actually not related by blood.

"Come in and talk," Duan Sishui called him, "Why did you bring the sheep here? Are you going to herd them soon?"

"No." Qi You handed the sheep rope forward, "These sheep and those lambs are all for you."

Duan Sishui was startled. "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Are you in trouble? Tell grandpa and I'll help you find a solution."

"No, Fourth Grandpa." Qi You said calmly, "Did you hear about the visitor to my house yesterday?"

"I heard about it," Duan Sishui nodded quickly. A luxury car arrived at the village entrance and stopped at the entrance. The people who got out looked very impressive, and the news spread throughout the village. He asked with concern, "What do they want to see you for? Is your grandfather causing trouble again?"

"No, they... saw that I was good at studying and felt sorry for me, so they wanted to take me out to school and adopt me."

"Oh, this is great news!" Duan Sishui was happy for him. "Good boy, if that family is really reliable, you can go with them. You don't have to worry about your grandfather's affairs. If the villagers lend a hand and each of them gives him a bite to eat, he won't starve to death."

"Fourth Grandpa," Qi You interrupted him, his voice not loud but clear, "Here's what I thought. I heard there's a nursing home in town that specifically takes in elderly people who have no one to take care of them and no children. When I leave, I may not be able to come back until the winter or summer vacation, or maybe... I won't be able to come back for a while. I want to send my grandfather to that nursing home."

He paused, then stuffed the sheep rope back into the village chief's hands and said, "Please take these sheep and help me sell them. I'll use my connections to help you."

Qi You's voice lowered and became pleading.

Duan Sishui's heart sank. He knew the nursing home very well. It was run by the town and took in elderly people who had no one to take care of them in nearby villages. It was funded by government subsidies, so there was no need to use any connections. They could send the children there whenever they wanted.

However, those who have some ability to take care of themselves or have someone at home will not be sent in. Most of the elderly who go in are really sick and cannot move, and there is no one to take care of them at home.

The government pays for their food and hires people to take care of them, but it does not pay for their medical treatment.

In a small town like this, wages are not high, and they are not your own elderly family members, so who will take care of them?

When the food is cooked, you can eat it if you want to, and go hungry if you don’t want to. When the person is dying, the nursing home will notify the village committee, and the villagers will help carry the person out. No funeral arrangements will be made, and the person will be completely gone.

Generally speaking, no one survives for more than half a year after entering.

Now Qi You suggested sending his grandfather there. This kid definitely doesn’t know what a nursing home looks like, and he’s still thinking of using his connections to help his grandfather.

What a filial child.

Duan Sishui looked at Qi You's childish face, which was full of worry. "Alas!" Duan Sishui sighed heavily, "Okay, grandpa will take care of this for you."

Qi You seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden. He stuffed the sheep rope into the village chief's hand and said, "Thank you, Grandpa! I'll leave this matter to you. I have to leave in the morning. Thank you for your care. You, take care of yourself."

After Qi You finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the village chief and said, "Thank you for giving me food."

Duan Sishui looked at the sheep in his hand, then at his thin back, feeling mixed emotions. He subconsciously called out, "I'll see you off later."

"No thanks, grandpa." Qi You said in a crisp voice without turning his head.

When I got home, there was a black car parked at the door.

The car window opened, revealing his cousin's familiar face, "Qi You, can we go now?"

Qi You pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

He got on the bus with his schoolbag and didn't look back.

The car slowly drove out of the small village. He closed his eyes and put his arms on his sore eyes.

How is the person who looks at him with tender eyes feeling now? Is he looking forward to his arrival?

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Praise me! This chapter is even fatter!