Chapter 329 What to do?
Song Chunxue was dumbfounded, "Huh?"
She couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Is Senior Brother kidding me? Isn't it wrong to call someone stupid?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. They started the insults, so there's nothing wrong with returning them."
"Then why would you insult someone's ancestors for eighteen generations? Isn't that going back on someone's ancestors' footsteps?"
"Let their ancestors for eighteen generations keep an eye on them. Their descendants are immoral and lack character. Shouldn't they restrain them? It would be a way for them to accumulate good karma and blessings."
Song Chunxue nodded repeatedly, "That seems to make sense."
"If I die in the future, and my second and fourth sons live far away, how will I control them if they do something wrong?"
"..." The Taoist priest was holding the pig's trotter when he almost choked on the tendon.
Turning his head, he saw Song Chunxue waiting intently for his answer.
The Taoist priest took a sip of wine, suppressing his smile.
"Well, cultivators can still draw talismans after they die, and they will still have magical power in their bodies. There are plenty of ways to fly there."
Song Chunxue laughed, "That's great! I'll cultivate diligently and strive to be different from ordinary ghosts after I die. Do I need lucky charms and talismans for warding off evil spirits over there? Are they the same as the ones used by the living?"
The Taoist priest sighed, "I've never died before, how would I know?"
He stroked his beard and said in a serious tone, "Should we dig up the ancestor and ask him for you?"
"Go away." Song Chunxue said, holding a pig's trotter in one hand and a noodle in the other. "You're not a kid anymore, don't joke around with our ancestors."
"Oh, you're lecturing me now? Junior brother, you're really improving every day." The Taoist priest swung his leg, which was resting on his knee. "I'd like to have mutton buns for breakfast tomorrow. Do you know how to make them?"
Hearing her senior brother specifically ask for the food, and looking quite smug, Song Chunxue felt that he must be hiding something from her.
However, even if you ask him, he might not tell you.
"If I don't cook lamb well, it will have a very strong gamey smell. I don't have that skill. Can't I cook pork filling instead?"
"Okay, I want to eat ground lichen, ground lichen and potatoes, and I also want to eat chives and eggs."
There are quite a few requirements.
Song Chunxue wanted to yell back, but then she remembered that she had been thinking of thanking her senior brother, so she decided to let it go. It's just making buns with three different fillings, simple.
Consider it her thank-you gift.
"Has your business been finished, senior brother?"
The Taoist priest paused for a moment, then said, "That's about enough. I'll go see my old friend tomorrow night; it's about time to settle this."
"It sounds like things won't end well," Song Chunxue said curiously. "Speaking of which, someone like you, Senior Brother, must have some romantic entanglements. Do you have an old flame in Liangzhou City?"
"Nonsense!" The Taoist priest took a big bite of pork trotter. "I cut off my romantic debts decades ago. I can have other debts, but I won't have any romantic debts."
Song Chunxue took a sip of wine and looked leisurely at her senior brother; she didn't believe it.
"Believe it or not, I'm going back to my room to rest." He stood up and stretched. "I got into a fight today, and it hurts pretty much."
"Oh right, senior brother," Song Chunxue stood up, "what realm am I in now? I reached the Foundation Establishment stage two years ago, but there's been no progress at all. When do you think I'll break through?"
The Taoist priest shook his head. "You should just focus on cultivation. Why bother with breakthroughs? You're not in a hurry to become an immortal. Besides, I've never heard of many people becoming immortals. Just focus on cultivating your mind. Don't bother with those troublemakers from the He family. When you can see them as ants, you'll have attained the Great Dao."
"You have a warlike streak in you. Don't even think about kicking someone away; it'll ruin your cultivation."
Song Chunxue retorted, "I'm not belligerent, I just don't want to be bullied. My senior brother promised to teach me real kung fu, but he hasn't taught me the moves you used to beat someone last time."
"We'll talk about it when we get back, no rush." The Taoist priest walked to the door. "With your current strength, you can easily handle five or six thugs. No one can beat you."
"But senior brother..."
“Junior brother, go to sleep early. I know whether you're good at fighting or not. I haven't fought many people in all these years, but you almost slit Chen Guangcai's throat. The guy you kicked away today will need at least ten days to half a month to recover. If you were any more capable, I would be punished by the Ancestral Master, understand?”
Before he could finish speaking, the Taoist priest had already closed the door and left.
Dissatisfied, Song Chunxue kicked the door frame.
"Listen to this, you'll definitely dare to kick me next time. You need to work on your mind before you work on your body. Your fists and feet are almost as good as mine."
*
Jiang Hongying got up early and found her mother already busy in the kitchen.
Several bowls on the cutting board were filled with different fillings.
The water in the pot had boiled, and Mom placed the steamers on it one by one.
"Mom, are you making steamed buns today? There are so many different kinds!" Jiang Hongying squatted down to tend the fire. "What a special day it is today! We never had so many steamed buns to eat during the New Year."
"Today is just a normal good day. From now on, our family won't have to pick and choose when to eat good food. We can eat whatever we want. We'll eat more white flour. I've saved up quite a bit of wheat."
“But, if our whole family goes there, will the wheat that Mother saved up be enough for us to eat?” Jiang Hongying sighed. “Although we’re doing well following Zhuanglang County, won’t we be a burden on Mother?”
"Troublesome?" Song Chunxue stirred the sand onions. "If I were afraid of trouble, I wouldn't have come all this way, and I wouldn't have bought you a courtyard that day."
"By the way, have you discussed it with He Chuan? Are you staying here, or coming to Zhuanglang County with me?"
Jiang Hongying broke off a dead tree branch and stuffed it into the stove. "Staying here means we'll be constantly bothered by the He family, and there's no need to live in such a grand courtyard when we have no land to farm. As long as Mother is willing, we'll go back to Zhuanglang County with you."
"Okay, that's good. I wasn't joking when I said that. You can live in another courtyard, and you can also cultivate twenty acres of land."
At this point, Song Chunxue remembered that her senior brother had said that Lord Xie seemed to be on official business in Liangzhou City.
Lord Xie had given her thirty acres of land before, but she had never had a chance to thank him, nor did she know where he lived.
“Master, please get up,” Jiang Hongying stood up, looking somewhat flustered. “There’s something we’d like to discuss with you.”
“I know. After this courtyard is sold, you will go to Zhuanglang County to be with your mother and take care of her. That’s good.” The Taoist priest rolled up his sleeves, poured water into the basin, and washed his hands. “I knew this a long time ago. This courtyard will be sold today.”
Song Chunxue was already used to it. Her senior brother was quite easy to take care of, and he seemed mysterious. She wondered when she would be able to act like him and play the mysterious trick naturally.
"The steamed buns aren't ready yet, I'm going to practice my boxing in the courtyard." The Taoist priest wiped his hands and stepped out the door. "Oh, by the way, we have important guests coming at noon today, so please prepare a good meal for them, junior brother."
"How expensive is the guest?" Asking her will give her a better idea of the cost.
"You'll regret it if you neglect this kind of distinguished guest, junior brother, you'd better watch out."
Song Chunxue wanted to ask a few more questions, but then she heard that her senior brother had already walked away.
"Mother, the Taoist priest is so amazing! How amazing are you now? How far have you gone?" Jiang Hongying asked curiously. "Mother, can you be a geomancer in the village? Can you calculate auspicious dates for weddings and funerals? Can you catch ghosts?"
"Can Mother see my Father?"
The more you ask, the more outrageous it gets.
"How did Mom become so rich?"
"I heard that the eldest son's wife is pregnant again. What if she finds out that you gave us a courtyard and comes looking for trouble?"
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