Uncle Jiu’s World.

Renjia Town.

Although this town is only a small mountain town, it is located at the junction of Hunan, Guangxi and Guangdong provinces, so it has been very popular since ancient times.

It was the early years of the Republic of China, and wars were chaotic everywhere, and the people were in vain.

But Renjia Town is relatively quiet, like a paradise.

The streets are very prosperous, with traditional blacksmith shops, tailor shops, rouge shops, taverns, Yihongyuan, and gambling shops...

There are also gadgets coming from the ocean, foreign restaurants, etc.

Not far from the town, there is a charity village.

The owner of the Yizhuang Village is the famous Lin Jiu in Fangyuan.

The people in the town call him Jiushu, regardless of age.

Although the charity village is a place that makes people feel scared, most people dare not step in easily.

However, with Uncle Jiu here, the people were very at ease.

Because everyone believes in Uncle Jiu’s ability.

At noon.

"Master, it's time to eat!"

"Here you come~"

Uncle Jiu responded and walked towards the dining room.

"Wencai, why are all vegetarian dishes? Have you dirty food?"

Qiu Sheng walked out stretched...

However, this autumn life is no longer the autumn life, but Mo Ziming's role-playing role.

"What do you mean to be dirty? You have to ask Master..."

"What are you asking me?"

Uncle Jiu walked into the house with a majestic look on his face.

She wore a long gray cloth gown, her feet were sporty shoes, her hair was gray, and her signature one-line eyebrows... Well, this image is very Nine!

"Haha, Master, hurry up, please sit down!"

Mo Ziming was full of enthusiasm and went forward to help Uncle Jiu.

After all, this is one of his favorite idols in his previous life, and it is inevitable that he will look a little enthusiastic.

It seemed that it was slapped on the horse's leg...

"Boy, are you causing trouble outside again?"

Uncle Jiu's face turned cold and snorted coldly at Mo Ziming.

"No, no..."

"Haha, there must be something wrong. It's a bit like a weasel wishing a chicken a New Year."

Wencai took the opportunity to put a deception.

Unexpectedly, the stone hit his own feet.

"Stop, why do I feel that your senior brothers sang together and imply that the master is a chicken?"

"Puff hahaha!"

Mo Ziming couldn't help laughing.

Wen Caize looked embarrassed and denied repeatedly: "I don't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense..."

"Um?"

"Master eats...this is your favorite tofu."

Wencai no longer bothered with this issue and pointed to the dishes on the table in a pleasing manner.

As a result, Uncle Jiu muttered, "Eat tofu every day, when is it the end..."

"What's wrong with Master?"

"It's okay, have a meal!"

Halfway through the meal, Uncle Jiu suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Master Ren will invite me to a foreign restaurant to have foreign tea tomorrow, saying that he was discussing the matter of his father taking the coffin and relocating the funeral..."

Hearing this, Mo Ziming felt aroused and immediately volunteered: "Master, I'll go with you."

Uncle Jiu's brow moved: "Oh? You can drink foreign tea?"

"I haven't drunk it... Master, have you drunk it?"

"I... of course I've drunk it!" Uncle Jiu subconsciously straightened his waist.

In fact, he had never drunk it at all, but he couldn't admit it in front of his two apprentices. How shameless would he look like?

"That's good, the disciples will follow you to see it."

"Qiu Sheng, didn't you say you would help your aunt check the shop tomorrow? Why don't Wencai go with me?"

"No, no..." Wencai waved his hand quickly: "Master, I'm afraid of making a fool of myself and losing my face. Let my senior brother go."

"No prospect!" Uncle Jiu glared at Wencai, then glanced at Mo Ziming: "Forget it, you can go with your master tomorrow."

"Abide by the order!"

Mo Ziming hugged his fists, looking grand.

"Have a meal!"

"yes!"

...

The next morning.

"Uncle Nine!"

"Uncle Nine!"

Along the way, people greeted Uncle Jiu from time to time, which showed that the popularity was quite good.

"Haha, business is booming!"

Uncle Jiu bowed his hand to respond from time to time.

"Qiu Sheng, I'm dressing so energetic today, is I going to go on a blind date?"

"Haha, Uncle Ma, how old is your daughter?"

"Gongguiggu, stinky brat, my daughter is only nine years old..."

After passing through the bustling crowds, I finally arrived at the luxuriously decorated foreign restaurant in the town.

"Sir, have you booked a seat?"

A waiter quickly stepped forward to ask.

"Ren Fa invited us to come." Mo Ziming replied.

"It turns out to be Mr. Ren's guest, please come here."

I think Mr. Ren is a regular visitor here, and the waiter's attitude seems very enthusiastic.

"Uncle Nine!"

Ren Fa saw Uncle Jiu from afar and immediately stood up and waved.

"Master Ren!"

Uncle Jiu quickly stepped forward and bowed and said hello.

"Master Ren..."

Mo Ziming also came forward and greeted him, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the woman sitting on Master Ren's right.

"Please sit down, please... By the way, let me introduce it. This is my daughter Tingting. I just came back from the provincial capital... Tingting, why don't you pay me a favor to Uncle Jiu?"

"Uncle Nine!"

Ren Tingting stood up and greeted her.

"Haha, it's really a girl who has changed a lot... I don't need to be polite."

Uncle Jiu happily suppressed his hands.

Then he pointed to Mo Ziming and introduced: "This is my apprentice Qiu Sheng."

"Ms. Ren is studying in the provincial capital?" Mo Ziming asked with a smile.

"Well, I learned to put on makeup while studying..."
To be continued...