Ghost Shelter System

On New Year's Eve, firecrackers roared.

Qin Mangui and Zou Jingyan were sobering up at home, while Zhang Chunxue, Du Qinghan, and Qin Xue were cleaning up in the kitchen. Qin Kun had no choice but to take his children to the street to set off cannons.

At the door, smoke filled the air, and children on the street were wearing new clothes, with runny noses, trying to blow up everything they could.

People will cheer when they explode a drink bottle.

There will be joy when the mound is blown up.

People will cheer when they blow up icy holes in the ground.

Even if shit explodes.

There were several boxes of match cannons in hand, some thick and some thin. A few naughty ones lit them and threw them at Qin Kun's feet. Qin Kun had no choice but to crush them.

"Uncle! Why are you stepping on my match cannon?"

"Why did you blow me up?"

In fact, the children just want to see the faces of adults when they are panicking, just like catching caterpillars to scare their mother. There is nothing evil, but they are still mischievous.

Then another one was thrown from the opposite side, and an older child smiled foolishly: "Xiao Wang! Why don't you run away yet!"

Qin Xiaowang knelt down and picked up the match cannon. Qin Kun was stunned. Is this kid stupid?

He saw Qin Xiaowang pick it up and throw it back: "Brother Meng, give it back to you!"

The match cannon exploded mid-throw. No one was hit, but the child opposite was so frightened that he went home crying. Qin Kun's mouth twitched... It seemed that his son was even more fierce than he was when he was a child.

Qin Kun brought a roll of firecrackers, set them out, lit them, crackled, and bid farewell to the old year with the sound of firecrackers. This seemed to be this scene.

In the middle of the street, there is Ying Gong Temple.

After another year of absence, Qin Kun walked in with his children.

The statue of You Yinggong is still high, just like the plaque above his head - all requests are answered.

The ghost guards were released and found themselves in a familiar place. They all shouted: "Old Que Sheng, can we play mahjong this year?"

Skinner, Hanger, and Xu Tao were the loudest ones. When it came to mahjong, the three of them were the best. One of them, Skinner, stole cards and exchanged them without revealing his true identity. He hid a whole deck of cards in the grass branches stuffed in his belly. He called himself the King of Thousand Kings. ; The Hanged Man is a technical stream, and card swapping in the void is the basics. I heard that as the New Year is approaching recently, he was inspired by skin peeling and invented a hidden card under the tongue, which can hide thirteen chapters. He often cheats and calls himself the "Hu Di Mo". There is basically no chance of cheating. Lost; Xu Tao is purely talented. He knows everything about eating, drinking, prostitution, and gambling. He can play and count cards. Although he is a little worse than the first two brothers, he is better because he can figure out what they are doing. He can deliberately light up guns when cooperating. Yi Jue, the golden partner of those who play Tongpai.

Under the shouts of the three ghosts, a pot-bellied man Ying Gong appeared, with ten fingers spread out, holding four red cards on one side and four fortune cards on the other. He spat out the four white boards and placed them neatly on the altar table.

"Dear ghost friends, please wait for me this year! Come on, come on, we will wait for the decisive battle until dawn!"

You Yinggong bit his pigtails and went to the card table with his sleeves rolled up. After years of playing mahjong, he lost only his underpants. This year he has practiced hard for another year. If you don’t believe it, you won’t get back your money!

When the three of them saw a man taking the bait, their eyes were filled with joy. They could earn more this year.

Ying Gong and the three ghosts set up a table, and other ghosts also set up a table.

Several ghost kings and Buddhist ghosts were not that interested and leisurely sipped tea with the old tea fairy to watch the battle.

A group of ghost servants were released, and Qin Kun gave them a special holiday and said that they did not need to follow him when he returned to his hometown the next day.

After taking Xiao Wang to burn paper for his grandfather, Qin Kun looked at the battle situation for a while, then shook his head and left. It was another good night for these people who had killed a thousand swords.

Early the next morning, Qin Mangui rubbed his head, and Zou Jingyan felt sluggish. Fortunately, he drank sobering soup last night, but his brain was a little dull.

Today Qin Kun took on the important role of driver and drove to Qinjiacun.

The car was replaced by Qin Mangui's seven-seat car. Although it was not high-end, it was more spacious.

When a family of six and one child arrived at the entrance of Qinjia Village, Qin Ming and Qin Liang had been waiting for a long time.

"Second uncle (second uncle)! Auntie! Brother! Xiaoxue!"

"Sister-in-law and Xiao Zou are here too~"

Brothers Qin Ming and Qin Liang were very happy. Qin Kun also looked happy when he saw his two younger brothers who looked like dogs. At Qin Mantang's house, after Qin Kun brought gifts to his uncle, he looked at a table of relatives playing mahjong.

Qin Ming and his daughter-in-law Zheng Zheng occupied one seat, Qin Ming's sister Qin Run, who was also the eldest cousin, occupied one seat, his younger sisters Qin Qing and Qin Ying occupied one seat, and the third uncle Qin Manfu occupied another seat.

"Sister, your red envelope!"

"Er Ming, Zheng Zheng, this is yours."

"Qingqing, Yingying, call me brother, I won't give it to you if you don't call me!"

"Third uncle... don't look at me like that. How can a nephew send a red envelope to an uncle? Why don't you send one to me?"

Red envelopes were distributed to people in the circle, and the atmosphere was suddenly stirred up. Qin Run got off the card table and went to the kitchen to help. This eldest sister is kind-hearted but not good at words. Her brother-in-law is in the military. She has no father or mother in the family. Only one younger brother goes to school away from home. Sometimes the army does not have a holiday during the Chinese New Year. The eldest sister either visits her brother-in-law or brings her children back every year.

The eldest sister left, and Qin Kun looked at the card table: "Hey, third uncle, Liangzi has paid a lot of money this year, right? Are you playing at 5 cents and 1 yuan?"

Qin Kun came over and joked.

Qin Manfu said angrily: "Following money is useless. When will I get a daughter-in-law and an old man be satisfied? Kunzi, you, the eldest brother, don't look for Liangzi!"

Qin Kun handed out a cigarette and lit it to Qin Manfu: "Third uncle, don't put pressure on me! Liangzi is a bitch now. Girls who like him are lining up, but Liangzi doesn't like him. What can I do?"

Qin Manfu was overjoyed after hearing this.

That's right. My son is now promising. He focuses on his career, and it's not like he can't find a wife.

"You can't help it, is it possible that I can do something?" Although Qin Manfu was happy, he still refused to give up.

Qin Kun blew out the smoke: "A grown man's career is the most important thing. I have no objection to Liangzi doing this! If you have any objections, you should put them forward."

"Hmph! I don't have any objections... You'd better tell your third aunt, so that she doesn't have to nag me in my ears all day long!"

After Qin Manfu muttered, the people in the circle laughed, and he also laughed.

The atmosphere in Qinjia Village has always been very good. The three brothers from the previous generation were content and happy, and they also led the next generation of brothers and sisters to work together. Qin Kun saw that his third uncle stopped playing and wanted to find his two brothers. Qin Kun asked Qin Xue and Du Qinghan to take the vacant seats.

After all, mahjong during the Chinese New Year is a family game that connects people emotionally.

Brothers and sisters who have never been in contact with each other sat at the same table, chatting about home life, study and work, relaxing and comfortable.

"Qingqing, Yingying, how are you two doing with your studies?"

Qin Kun displayed his eldest brother's chart and asked. If I remember correctly, last year when Qin Qing was a senior in high school and Qin Ying was repeating her studies, she was not very happy during the Chinese New Year. It seemed to be due to the high pressure. This year, he didn't bother to ask.

Qin Qing stuck out her tongue: "Brother, we are doing well...my sister is at Nanshan Medical University and I am at Nanshan Normal University."

"Ouch! It's two college students again!"

Qin Kun took out two more red envelopes, and the two sisters shook their heads.

"Brother, you have already given it... Second brother and third brother have also given it. We have enough..."

"What's enough? Take it, don't wrong yourself when you go to the provincial capital to study, make more friends, attend parties and gain insights. There will be many tests in the colorful world in the future, these are all experiences."

The two red envelopes were several times thicker than the previous ones. The two sisters blushed and were a little touched.

"Thank you, brother..."

"Don't thank me. It's hard for our Qin family to produce a few college students, so we have to provide for them~"

Qin Kun left in a hurry, and the child was playing with Qin Ming's daughter and Qin Run's son. Zou Jingyan also wanted to go with Qin Kun, but Qin Xue stayed as a military advisor, so Qin Kun wandered around the village alone.

After the orchards of his father and three brothers improved, the village chief mobilized the enthusiasm of other villagers, and the life of Qinjia Village became more and more prosperous day by day.

During the Chinese New Year, Qin Kun saw a wealthy middle-aged man from a distance directing road construction.

This is the outskirts of the village. Now that the orchards have been established, the business of the fruit farmers has become easier, but transportation is still a bit troublesome. The dirt roads are not good enough after all. The fruits from the back mountains have to be transported to the front village by tractors. There are still bamboo forests and roads there. The road is also difficult to navigate on the rugged road. The trucks in Qiancun are limited by their transportation capacity, so clearing the road becomes the key.

“Village Chief, it’s the first day of the new year, can’t we do it again after the new year?”

"No! There are things to do after the New Year. This period can be finished tomorrow at most. No matter what the quarrel is, I won't be with my wife and children. What else can I complain about."

The middle-aged man was dirty and looked like he had done a lot of work just now. When Qin Kun approached, he smiled in surprise and said, "Uncle Chang Lin, are you still busy during the New Year?"

The middle-aged man turned his head with a smile on his face: "Kunzi? I haven't seen him for several years!"

The youngest son of the fourth master's family, Qin Changlin, is also the current head of Qinjia Village. Qin Changlin is considered the most promising person of the previous generation. He learned bamboo weaving when he was young, has his own bamboo product processing factory, and is the first person in the village to buy a car. Later, no one did this anymore, and young people were unwilling to stay in the village. When those employees could no longer work, the factory was closed.

Qin Changlin was depressed for a while, and then he joined the village committee and started working for the village.

Qin Changlin is young and has extraordinary experience. Qin Kun's orchard and sales are also thanks to Qin Changlin's advice.

"Uncle Changlin, I have to say this, you are a very busy man."

"Come on this!"

The uncle and nephew chatted for a while. Qin Changlin heard that Qin Kun was doing well in the city and asked: "Kunzi, starting from next year, other orchards in our village will also be bearing fruit. Brother Mangui said that you know many people, so give it to uncle." I recommend some.”

Qin Changlin is not embarrassed. He has to say shameless things about selflessness. Qin Kun patted his chest: "No problem. As long as there are good fruits in the village, I promise not to sell them cheaply."

Li Chong's Hot Spring Villa and Chu Qianxun's Supernatural Town are both big sellers. As for fruits, who doesn't like those with better quality? Decorating a fruit plate and squeezing juice, for them, it means reprocessing at the purchase price, doubling the profit. They have a lot of customers, so they are not afraid of not being able to sell it. Even if it falls into their hands, there is no loss. But for the village, that is Stable income.

Qin Changlin's eyebrows were filled with joy, and Qin Kun's straightforward answer also gave him reassurance.

"Okay! I'll be waiting for your good news then."

"Okay, Uncle Changlin, send our village's signature fruit to my dad. It must be the best!"

Qin Changlin found that Qin Kun seemed to be able to finalize the matter now, and he became interested. He asked curiously: "Why do you want the best? What about the ordinary ones...?"

Qin Kun said: "The priorities are clear. As long as the best ones are sold, they can be sold together in the future! I don't understand this very well, but don't worry, what I said is correct."

Qin Changlin shrank his head: "What if they don't accept the offer..."

"I beat them."

Qin Changlin couldn't laugh or cry: "We can't buy or sell by force..."

Qin Kun smiled: "Don't worry, I was just joking."

Saying goodbye to Qin Changlin, Qin Kun strolled to Qin Donglei's door after a while.

Qin Donglei’s family is still deserted.

It was Chinese New Year, and Qin Donglei was the village clerk. No one liked to get too close to him, which was somewhat unlucky, so no one came to visit.

The steaming bowl placed at the door symbolizes a prosperous New Year.

There are also sweet rice and candies, symbolizing a sweet and sweet New Year.

On other people's altar tables, many children would touch one or two candies and put them into their pockets when passing by. However, on Qin Donglei's table, no one else touched it.

Incense and candles were curling up on the table. Qin Kun picked up a piece of candy, peeled it off and put it into his mouth.

Walking into the courtyard, paper horses and wreaths were spread all over the place. A silly young man with a runny nose shouted in horror after seeing Qin Kun: "Dad! Dad! Someone is going to hit me!"

"Who hit my house?!"

In the room, a man who made paper figures ran out wearing reading glasses and laughed when he saw Qin Kun.

"Kunzi? Should I call you... Mr. Qin?"

Qin Kun smiled, and after hearing Uncle Donglei's teasing, he said to the silly young man next to him: "Qin Daman, you heard it, your father has to respect me, you have no one to protect you today!"

Qin Daman was panicked and at a loss. Qin Donglei found out that his son was being bullied. He was angry and laughed and said: "Daman, give your brother a cup of tea. How could your brother hit you?"

Under the eaves, Qin Donglei was pricking the paper figurine. Qin Kun was drinking tea. He flipped his palm and a bottle of Coke appeared. Qin Daman was surprised and threw it to him.

Qin Donglei saw this move in his eyes and whispered: "Do you know how to pick flowers with your hands? Kunzi, you are amazing now. I heard that you first worked in a funeral parlor. Was this taught to you by two guests from Fengdu?" "

Qin Kun smiled and said nothing.

Then he changed the topic: "Uncle Donglei, I was teased by you today. How are you doing lately?"

"Everything is fine."

Qin Kun looked at the clothes hanging in the yard and asked curiously: "Are these clothes expensive? Are you going on a blind date?"

Chinese clothing is upright and elegant. The style is exactly the same as that of old tailors, but the details are a lot different. However, it is undeniable that this thing is handmade and expensive. If it is not an important occasion, you will not wear it.

Qin Donglei rolled his eyes at Qin Kun: "A blind date is nothing, a dog can't spit out ivory."

After a pause, Qin Donglei stroked his beard and chuckled: "You should know that good things are about to happen for the little head of Taichang Street. As a foreign papermaker, I was also fortunate to be invited to visit Sangyu City. Actually, I want to I think it must be thanks to you."

oh?

Han Yao is getting married soon.

However, the date has not been set yet. Seeing that Uncle Donglei had prepared clothes early, he must have taken this invitation very seriously.

"See you then."

"Sigh... The old Qin family is so virtuous and capable, but you are the child."

Qin Donglei seemed to be feeling emotional and happy. Qin Kun looked at Qin Daman playing with paper figures alone in the room and asked, "Do you want Daman to inherit your craftsmanship in the future?"

Qin Donglei looked at his silly son and shook his head sadly: "I asked him to try, but he can't do it. But I have saved a lot of money over the years, and I will just feed Daman and clothe him in the future. This is a poor child, born Those who suffer..."

This cousin is really pitiful. He didn't feel anything when he was bullied as a child. Only when he grows up can he realize that ordinary people are much luckier than fools.

"Let him learn how to play the wind. Even if the child can have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life, he can't always stay at home."

Qin Kun drew the ground as a prison, "This place is not for people to live in."

Qin Donglei was thinking, and then took out a bottle of wine.

"Don't talk about this, just have a drink with me!"

Thoughts are complicated and trivial matters are numerous. A man's escape is wine. He is born to be happy and needs wine, and to be born to be sad and need wine. Life is so difficult. Even if you move forward bravely, you can't relieve the immediate worries. It's better to drink. It's better to drink.

"OK."

Qin Kun was not disappointed, he opened the lid and filled the bowl.

The two of them clinked their glasses and drank it all in one gulp. The wine filled their hearts, and the aroma overflowed. A voice came from the side.

"Dad, I want to drink too!"

"How old are you?"

"I'm 26..." Qin Daman wiped his nose and stood aside timidly.

Qin Donglei held the cup and remained silent. After finishing, he looked at Qin Kun. Qin Kun turned around and said with a smile: "You can't even mix cold dishes, so why are you drinking? Without your father's skill, you can't even think about drinking."

Qin Daman muttered: "Then, how can you drink it?"

"I..." Qin Kun rolled his eyes, "I can make paper figurines, make simple rice, and play the suona. I can do everything your father can do, and I can also do what your father can't do. Can you do it?"

Qin Daman scratched his head: "I don't think I can."

"That's fine then."

"But I know how to keep bees!"

ah?

This sentence made Qin Kun and Qin Donglei stunned for a moment. It was quite a roundabout way to go.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Qin Daman paused and said, "I went to the orchard the summer before last year. Brother Erming gave me a beehive, and I raised one."

The year before last?

"Where's the bee?"

"Still in the orchard."

Qin Daman slapped his forehead and seemed to remember something. He took out a bunch of scattered banknotes from the pocket of his dirty clothes and grinned: "Dad, this is the salary Brother Erming gave me at the end of the year. I respect him." you!"

"From the year before last?"

"The one from the year before last died, this is this year's."

A total of 712 yuan was wrapped in a handkerchief and handed to Qin Donglei. In an instant, Qin Donglei's eyes turned red and he burst into tears.

Holding the handkerchief with trembling palms, Qin Donglei pursed her lips tightly, with snot and tears flowing out: "Silly boy..."

Qin Daman sniffed and laughed: "Brother Erming said that I am not stupid. He plans to let me raise another hive of bees next year, and all the wages will be mine! He said that if you raise it well, you can earn 2,000 yuan!"

Qin Donglei was moved, but after calculating the numbers, it was not quite right.

If you work part-time, you’ll get plenty of money.

In terms of independent income, the money is a bit scarce.

Qin Donglei thought of the damage and asked in a low voice: "How many bees have you... killed for Qin Ming?"

"More than twenty boxes." Qin Daman scratched his head.

At this moment, Qin Donglei wiped away his tears and looked at Qin Kun. The two smiled bitterly, and then turned into laughter.

"My son has made his mark."