Ghost Shelter System

On the third day of the new year, when returning at night, Zhang Chunxue kept asking in the car: "Kunzi... what on earth did you do to your second uncle..."

"Didn't you say that during the meal? It's nothing."

"It's nothing. You two ate halfway through the meal and there's no sign?"

"He fell in love with a millstone, and I was strong enough to carry it home for him."

"...Who believes it?"

"Really! You didn't even look at it. He wasn't hurt when he came back, right? His face wasn't bad, right?"

Zhang Chunxue still didn't believe it. Qin Mangui, the co-pilot holding his grandson, snorted: "Zhang Yongwang will go crazy after drinking some alcohol. Just get used to it."

Zhang Chunxue was dissatisfied with her mother's family being scolded: "Why did my second brother go crazy with convulsions?"

Qin Mangui curled his lips: "Years ago, at Zhang Bo's engagement party, we went to your eldest brother's house to congratulate him, and Zhang Yongwang drank too much. In the evening, he carried the wolfdog who was the gatekeeper of your eldest brother's house on his back. I bought a millstone this time."

Qin Kun smiled and almost tilted the steering wheel, and everyone in the car couldn't close their mouths.

Qin Xue covered her stomach and said with a smile: "Second uncle...he...he still has this matter?"

Qin Mangui lit a cigarette, puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "Your second uncle has a lot of strange things going on. Another time he came to our house to have a drinking contest with me and drank too much. When he went out, he had to pull Lao Li from the lottery shop to do it. The two of them drank too much. Not to mention how embarrassing it would be to drink blood wine. Lao Li’s finger was forcibly cut by your second uncle. In the past few weeks, he made many mistakes when playing lottery tickets. "

Zhang Chunxue couldn't help but see everyone laughing, so she laughed too.

In fact, it was not Qin Kun's intentional arrangement to send the millstone to Zhang Yongwang's home.

In the afternoon at Shijiang Slope, Qin Kun beat the stone spirit half to death, but the spirit looked like a ghost but not a ghost, so he couldn't be beaten to death unless the millstone was destroyed. Qin Kun planned to deal with him, but Shi Ling said that he did not harm anyone at all. He just felt that Zhang Yongwang's breath was familiar, so he left some marks on him.

Qin Kun inquired at that time and found out that Shi Ling was Zhang Landlord's long-term worker and an old ghost in the late Qing Dynasty. He said that Zhang Yongwang was a descendant of his landlord.

This slave worked hard for the bandits after Landlord Zhang's manor was destroyed. Therefore, he not only has no resentment towards the descendants of his boss, but is also grateful. After all, his boss was very good to him.

So after coming out of the stone masonry slope in the afternoon, Qin Kun asked the old man to take a truck to bring the millstone to Zhang Yongwang's house, and told Zhang Yongwang to offer the millstone well to protect his family from evil spirits.

"By the way, Mom, your ancestors were landowners?"

Qin Kun picked a topic and asked curiously.

Zhang Chunxue nodded: "Did your second uncle tell you that? Yes, I heard my grandfather say that in the late Qing Dynasty, there was a Dabaozi. The Zhang family was surrounded by earthen walls, with a brick floor inside and a city gate. We still have guns, so we are rich! But later on, when the war broke out, our family fortunes deteriorated."

Qin Mangui nodded: "I also heard my grandpa say that the Zhang family was a wealthy family in Yinchuan County at that time, and the wealthy family that fed the white-flour buns every meal was in decline later on."

Qin Xiaowang raised his head: "Grandpa, what are white-flour buns?"

"What you eat is white flour buns."

“Does this make you a wealthy person?”

Qin Mangui smiled, and then sighed: "What do you think? Grandpa never ate white flour buns every time he was a child. Xiao Wang, you must study hard!"

"good!"

"Then what are you going to do when you grow up?"

"I want to make steamed buns for everyone!"

Qin Mangui was stunned, looked at Qin Kun, and laughed.

…

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Xue and Zou Jingyan were going back to work. Qin Kun and Du Qinghan drove back to Linjiang with their children, sister, and brother-in-law.

"Xiao Wang, come and play with your aunt when you have time~"

At the airport, Qin Xue pinched her nephew's cheek and kissed him. Qin Xiaowang was a little embarrassed and said, "No, my father told me to go back to study. In this way, I will visit you and my uncle after I finish studying."

Qin Xue was stunned by Qin Xiaowang's old-fashioned tone, then smiled and hugged him, saying goodbye to Qin Kun.

Qin Xue and his wife left and returned to the old street of Baihu Town from the airport. Qin Kun looked at the child suspiciously: "When did I let you study?"

Qin Xiaowang said: "I'll deal with her for a while. My aunt is so filthy that she can't even take care of herself, so I won't go. It's better to follow my aunt."

Qin Kun couldn't laugh or cry. Qin Xue was indeed the one who was disliked when it came to housework.

The store is open as usual.

Gao Ying had a good income this year and went to Wuwang Country to visit her master. Only Sister Gu and Jin Liuzi were left in the store. After seeing Qin Kun come back, Sister Gu smiled and said, "Master Du, Master Qin, and Master Xiao Qin are also back. This is a red envelope~good luck."

It seems that children are more popular at the end of the year, and giving them red envelopes is like bringing them blessings. Sister Gu and Jin Liuzi both gave a bunch of them. Qin Xiaowang took the red envelope and was about to kowtow in return. The two of them hurriedly held it: " Mr. Xiao Qin, you can’t do it!”

"But you have to return the favor back home..." Qin Xiaowang looked at Qin Kun.

Qin Kun didn't care about this: "It's okay, it's just etiquette, as it should be."

"No! Kowtow is just a disservice to me!"

Sister Gu was resolute and Jin Liuzi was speechless, but looking at his posture, he would never let Qin Xiaowang kowtow.

Qin Kun could only say: "Then bow."

Qin Xiaowang bowed awkwardly with both hands: "Thank you Aunt Gu, Uncle Jin, good luck and good health!"

The two of them were overjoyed, and they were very happy with this respect.

There was a shift change at the fried chicken restaurant, so the two of them went out. After a while, a fat cat carrying a purse walked in.

The fat cat jumped on the table, grabbed three red envelopes from the corner of the shelf, waved at Qin Xiaowang and meowed.

Du Qinghan went to the backyard to get busy. Qin Kun wondered, it seems that this beast's income is also good?

Qin Xiaowang accepted the red envelope again, which was very novel. He bowed to Fat Mao exactly as he did, which was very helpful to Fat Mao.

Qin Kun was curious: "Why are there three red envelopes?"

The fat cat handed out three stacks at once. Qin Kun was surprised at how generous this guy was. The fat cat pointed at the front desk and pointed at the fox's den, indicating that one portion belonged to Gao Ying and the other belonged to the Fox Emperor.

"Hey, I gave it to the fox. I didn't expect you to be quite capable!"

After Qin Xiaowang got money, he ran to find Du Qinghan. Qin Kun touched the fat cat's head: "Where is the fox?"

Sha Mao Diao took out a piece of paper, which was a message. The Fox Emperor said that she was going to look for the Qingqiu ruins. She didn't know where exactly it was, but she would look for it. There was no need to worry about her safety during this period.

Foxes can't write, and neither can cats. In fact, Gu and Jin Liuzi are also illiterate. The only person in the store who can write is Gao Ying, but this handwriting is not Gao Ying's. Apparently the Fox Emperor used possession or illusion and had someone else write it for him.

Qin Kun was a little helpless.

It's a taboo...

Forget it, the fox has just arrived in the underworld, and there is no time to learn these rules. I just hope that this trip to find the Qingqiu ruins will not cause any trouble.

Supernatural Town is still popular.

During the Chinese New Year, due to the steady flow of people, the Baihu Amusement Park became lively.

In the originally deserted amusement park, many amusement facilities have begun to be renovated. It will not be long before they will be given a new lease of life.

Du Qinghan and Qin Xiaowang came out of the backyard. Xiao Wang got tens of thousands of red envelopes and asked Du Qinghan to accompany him to buy things. Du Qinghan put down what he was doing and got ready to set off on his motorcycle.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

"Buy some toys."

"No toys allowed!" Qin Kun pretended to be the head of the family, "I didn't have toys when I was a kid!"

Qin Xiaowang said with a smile: "No, my aunt said she had many fun toys when she was a child, and I want them too."

Du Qinghan nodded seriously: "It's a good thing for children to play with toys."

The two of them didn't care about their opinions at all and walked away. Qin Kun felt that the world had changed and he no longer had authority.

The store was boring, and there was no one cleaning the pile of firecrackers and red paper at the door. Qin Kun took out a broom and cleaned it up. After the garbage was dumped, there was suddenly an extra person in the store when he came back.

"Eh? Little sister, what are you doing here during the Chinese New Year? Buying fruit wine?"

Qin Kun saw a little girl who seemed to be in middle school, sitting glumly in the store.

The little girl burst into tears when she saw Qin Kun: "Uncle, I remember there used to be a fortune teller sister here. Is she here?"

Qin Kun thought for a while, Chu Qianxun hadn't left the stall for several months.

Her fortune-telling is purely for fun. The supernatural town is so busy right now, I'm afraid she won't have a stall until the Indian Street is built.

"She is about to break through... Yunyou has gained enlightenment."

"Ah?" The little girl was stunned, "Is sister so powerful?"

"Yes. Uncle, I am also very powerful. What problem have you encountered? Could you please give me some calculations?"

Qin Kun happened to be fine, so he took out Chu Qianxun's round black sunglasses from the front desk and put them on, looking like a worldly expert.

The little girl retracted her tears and said, "Since uncle is so powerful, do you want to figure out what problems I have encountered?"

Well……

Qin Kun felt that he shouldn't say that much.

But when he boasted about his awesomeness, Qin Kun simply spat on his hands and rubbed them together.

"You don't believe it, do you? You can't tell anyone what you see next..."

Before the little girl could answer, Qin Kun suddenly took action, pinched the little girl's eyebrows with two fingers, and a thread of cause and effect was pulled out.

The surrounding scenery changed instantly. It was a fragment of the little girl's experience in the causal line, and the shadow reflected directly escaped, as if the tape measure was pulled out and then bounced back instantly. It was over just after Qin Kun took action. In less than a second, the little girl suddenly stood up as if in a dream: "What happened just now?"

When Qin Kun used the causal thread, he did not blindfold the other party, so the other party would see it. Although the time was short this time, the little girl was obviously dazzled. However, because the time was too short, Qin Kun sat there unscrupulously and said: "That's me Don’t be afraid of the visions during divination, they are all your experiences, just treat them as hypnosis.”

The little girl was filled with admiration. The appearance around her had indeed changed just now. It seemed that it was fragments of some scenes in her mind. Although she couldn't see clearly, she was already admiring Qin Kun.

Then, Qin Kun said: "You are sad, maybe your mother tore up your poster and threw away some magazines and dolls?"

Qin Kun only looked at it for a moment and couldn't remember it clearly, but as soon as he finished speaking, the little girl nodded immediately.

"That's right! Brother, my mother went to a fortune teller to tell my father's fortune. Finally, she calculated that the posters, magazines, and dolls in my room were blocking my father's financial path, and finally threw them all away..."

The little girl started crying again: "Those are my idol's posters and magazines! I saved up my pocket money for a long time to get them together...and the dolls, all signed and limited edition, with the blessing of my idol's brother!"

Qin Kun was speechless.

The little girl wiped her eyes: "Brother, how should I persuade my mother not to be superstitious?"

Qin Kun sighed: Your mother may just want you to stop chasing stars and study hard... Be sensible...

"Well, it's not difficult. How are your academic performance?"

Qin Kun poured two cups of tea in a dignified manner and began to formulate words of advice.

The little girl said: "First in the whole grade in Chinese and English, second in the whole grade in total score, first place will get an additional 30 points for special skills, otherwise I can be 24 points higher than him."

Qin Kun almost spit out his tea.

Whose mother is so cruel! What's wrong with having your daughter chase stars? How many times in life can we have such a stupid youth?

"Uncle...what's wrong?"

"It's okay...you messed up my plan."

"what's the plan?"

Qin Kun paused for a moment: "Well, let's find out who your mother asked for the fortune telling. I'll talk to the fortune teller... That person may not be accurate. Let's talk about it."

The little girl was overjoyed: "Thank you, uncle! This is 30 yuan. I heard it was the sister's charge."

The little girl bowed and ran away happily. Qin Kun shook his head, youth, how wonderful it is.

After the little girl left, the sound of a motorcycle was heard not long after.

Du Qinghan pushed the motorcycle to the backyard, and Qin Kun walked over with a cup of tea: "Humph! You know how to spoil children. Have you bought the toys?"

"Um."

Qin Kun frowned: "Xiao Wang, your aunt bought you toys, why do you still look so bad?"

Qin Xiaowang's mouth was pursed, with mucus flowing from his nose. He shakily picked up a Luoyang shovel from a large, whitened military green bag.

"Dad! This is not the toy I want..."

Qin Xiaowang was crying while taking out his bag, picking up a pickaxe, a miner's lamp, a compass, night clothes... Qin Kun's mouth twitched every time he took out something.

At the end, Qin Xiaowang burst into tears: "My aunt is going to take me to test toys tomorrow, can I not go..."

Qin Kun blew tea foam and suddenly felt that the child was quite pitiful, but he could only give him a helpless look: "You should take care of yourself."

In the yard, Du Qinghan, who had parked his car, looked at Qin Kun doubtfully and whispered: "What's wrong with the child? Doesn't he like this toy?"

Ordinary children wouldn't like this thing!

Qin Kun looked helpless: "Did you play this when you were a kid?"

"Yeah. It wasn't as advanced as it is now, but when my dad gave me a new Luoyang shovel, I was so happy."

"Du Xingyun? Doesn't he move the mountain Taoist? Still using this?"

"It's like moving mountains and unloading mountains to connect branches. I used to use this when I didn't know how to step on the Lingguan. Take a look, everything I bought is good!"

Qin Kun was helpless and funny. When he saw Du Qinghan affectionately put a miner's lamp on Qin Xiaowang's head and taught him how to assemble a Luoyang shovel, Qin Kun felt that he couldn't stay in this place anymore and he was going to laugh like crazy.

Deserve it!

Still too young, boy.

"By the way, the money is all spent, give me some." Du Qinghan suddenly looked at Qin Kun, "I borrowed my money before."

Qin Kun's eyes widened. Isn't it funny?

The red envelope they just gave to Qin Xiaowang was a stack. Taoists say that according to the rules, it is either 6,000 or 9,000. The total of 40,000 or 50,000 is more than enough. Have you spent all these craps?

"Huh? Did you just buy these?"

"I also ordered a small off-road motorcycle for him."

"...That's not necessary."

"No, motorcycles are the way to go." Du Qinghan's attitude was rare and firm.