Jiang Mubai was woken up early in the morning. He licked the corner of his mouth and thought, "Well, it wasn't a dream."
A sense of guilt welled up in my heart. No, it wasn't guilt, but the fear of being punished by the master when he found out.
He heard someone talking outside, and the voice seemed to be that uncle-in-law. He pushed the door open carefully and saw that the uncle-in-law was hugging his senior brother's shoulders and saying something. His senior brother had an expression on his face that he had never seen before.
Until the master asked the senior brother to do homework.
He was also about to go sweep the floor. When he passed by his uncle, he heard him curse, "Old stubborn man."
After sweeping the floor, Jiang Mubai heard some quarrels, mostly coming from his uncle-master. His uncle was just saying things like "people who practice Taoism" and "the people of the world".
Then he watched his uncle trot out of his master's room and into his own room. When he came out, he was holding a tablet in his hand.
Jiang Mubai was a little dazed, and the next moment, he heard the crying of his uncle.
"Master! Open your eyes and look! Your eldest disciple doesn't care about me! He wants to starve me to death! Let the Grandmaster chop him to death!"
Jiang Mubai was shocked. How could someone fleeing famine bring a memorial tablet with them? Then he saw his master come out with a dark face. He had never seen that expression before, like he was frustrated and angry, but in the end, it just turned into a sigh.
"Okay, okay, go ahead!"
Uncle Master's wailing stopped immediately. Jiang Mubai watched him stuff the tablet into his waistband, and Uncle Master's face became even darker.
"Give me the tablet of Master, and I will worship it."
The uncle shook his head like a rattle: "No, I'll have to use it again next time I complain."
A laugh came from his ear, Jiang Mubai turned around and saw his senior brother desperately covering his mouth. Jiang Mubai was a little surprised, it was rare to see his senior brother like this.
That afternoon, the uncle took the senior brother down the mountain without saying what they were going to do. Jiang Mubai was a little curious and asked the master, but the master didn't say anything. He just told him to go, and his tone was full of helplessness.
Jiang Mubai felt it was a bit strange. His master, who always said he was a good master, seemed to be helpless when facing his junior fellow apprentice.
The eldest senior brother came out and asked the master if he had decided to go to Liujiagou to perform a ritual. The master hesitated for a moment and gave Jiang Mubai a few instructions, which were nothing more than asking him to take good care of the house and look after his uncle. Then the two of them set off.
The master seemed very worried about his uncle, but he couldn't do anything about him.
It was not until the afternoon that the uncle came back. Behind him was his senior brother, holding a lot of things, as if he had gone to the city to buy some. It was the first time that Jiang Mubai saw his senior brother's face glowing, and he was very excited.
"Junior brother, you don't know, my uncle is in trouble. He is so good at fortune-telling that people are rushing to give him money!" The senior brother took out a handful of copper coins.
Jiang Mubai's eyes widened. He had never seen so much money before.
The uncle searched the temple for a while, and perhaps because he found that the master was not there, he became a little bored: "Tsk, the old man is not here, forget it, let's eat well."
The food today was even better than the one he had eaten the previous day. His uncle cooked the meal himself, and there was meat, eggs, and a big carp. Jiang Mubai didn't know why his uncle complained about the taste. For him, just being able to eat some greasy food was already a pleasure.
Just after they finished their meal, someone knocked on the temple gate. Jiang Mubai was sensible. He put down his chopsticks and ran out. He knew the person. He was Wang Laosan, a butcher from the village at the foot of the mountain.
"Eating?" Wang Laosan glanced at him and said, "The food is pretty good."
Jiang Mubai wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve unnaturally.
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