"Senior brother, you are so amazing. You actually solved Mr. Ren alone?"

Wencai ran over with an envious expression.

Mo Ziming smiled modestly: "I'm lucky, I just stuffed a handful of glutinous rice into its mouth."

"Hmph, you kid is so brave. If something happens, how can I explain to your aunt?"

Uncle Jiu walked over with an angry look on his face.

"Master, actually... I just want to try my luck..."

"Try your luck? I think your purpose is not so simple, right?"

Uncle Jiu looked at a clear expression.

"Master, what is the special purpose of senior brother?" Wencai couldn't help asking.

"It's not just to be a hero in front of someone and earn performance..."

"Someone?" For some reason, Wencai, who had always been dull, had a flash of inspiration at this moment: "I understand, senior brother, are you for Tingting?"

"Well……"

Mo Ziming scratched his head.

Since someone has found a good excuse for him, I will not admit it or deny it.

As a result, this made Awei unhappy.

He couldn't get angry at Mo Ziming, after all, Mo Ziming saved him once.

So he rushed to Wencai and glared at him, his mouth was splashed, and he pointed at the mulberry and scolded: "Hey, what are you talking nonsense?"

My cousin is very familiar with you? Did you call Tingting? You want to call Miss Ren...

Also, this captain warns you not to hit my cousin, otherwise don’t blame me for turning against me!”

If it were Qiu Sheng himself, he would definitely have made up his mind.

But Mo Ziming definitely won't.

It’s not that he is a good person. The key is to distinguish between the situation and the role.

For example, when he played Zhang Cuishan in the Yitian World, he never neglected Yin Susu...

"Okay, stop yelling!"

Uncle Jiu waved his hand impatiently, then walked into the cave and looked at it, frowned.

Strangely, it burned to ashes so quickly?

"Master, I brought a lot of glutinous rice..."

Mo Ziming also walked in and explained.

This reason is arguably a matter of persuasion.

After all, even if you don’t need fire, glutinous rice can achieve a role in relieving zombies.

After saying this, Uncle Jiu was too lazy to think too much. In short, this was a good thing and a disaster ended.

"Okay, Awei, please let me put away the ashes of Mr. Ren, and discuss with Mr. Ren after you go back and get reburied."

"Yes, Uncle Jiu!"

For Awei, this is another opportunity to earn performance, so he is naturally quite happy.

...

"Uncle Jiu, thanks to you this time, not only saved Awei, but also saved our Ren family..."

As soon as he arrived at Ren's mansion, when Master Ren learned the result, he was so grateful that he kept bowing to thank him.

Uncle Jiu looked up with a spring breeze and raised Master Ren's hand and said modestly: "Master Ren, this time it was actually my apprentice Qiu Sheng who succeeded by luck. Master Ren wants to thank him, and he must..."

"No, no!"

Before Uncle Jiu finished speaking, Mo Ziming waved his hand quickly.

Just kidding, he really wanted to get this skill, and then Uncle Jiu didn't know what kind of demon moth he would play with.

Who is willing to steal the master’s limelight?

Not to mention Uncle Jiu cares so much about face.

Mo Ziming naturally understood this kind of human nature and said with a humble attitude: "To be honest, it depends on my master's teaching, so Master Ren still has to thank my master!"

Sure enough, as soon as this sentence was spoken, Uncle Jiu was relieved, and his eyebrows were raised by an inch.

"Hahaha, Master Ren, don't listen to this brat flattering..."

"Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng is your disciple, and it is reasonable for him to say this. In short, Ren must thank you very much for your master and apprentice."

When Wencai heard this, his eyes were bright and he asked, "I wonder how much Mr. Ren plans to reward us?"

Uncle Jiu was so angry that his face turned red and shouted angrily at Wen Chang: "How much do you want?"

"want to……"

Wencai subconsciously raised his hand, then came to his senses, and quickly shrank his hand back.

"Haha, it's okay..." Mr. Ren smiled and then turned his head and ordered: "Go and get a hundred dollars from the ocean."

"One hundred yuan ocean?"

Wencai couldn't help but exclaim.

For him, this is a huge sum of money.

He was going to ask for ten dollars at first, but he didn't expect that Mr. Ren was so generous.

According to the current market conditions, you can buy a bag of rice for a piece of ocean, which is 40 or 50 kilograms.

Then, a hundred dollars can buy four or five thousand kilograms of rice.

Finally, I don’t have to eat vegetables and tofu every day in the future...

"What? Isn't it enough? Then..."

Mr. Ren obviously misunderstood. He opened his mouth and prepared to add more points.

However, Uncle Jiu is not a greedy person. A hundred yuan of dollars has far exceeded his psychological price. Naturally, he will stop when he is better and cannot insult his reputation.

So he waved his hand and said, "Master Ren, the bad disciple is ignorant, don't worry, one hundred oceans are enough."

After saying that, he glared at Wencai fiercely.

"Then I'm thankful for Uncle Jiu... By the way, Uncle Jiu, do you have any suggestions on the matter of burying my father again?"

"It's nothing to do now, just bury the cemetery I chose before."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to Uncle Jiu."

After experiencing this storm, Mr. Ren dared not take his own initiative anymore.

After returning, Uncle Jiu was considered "generous" and took out ten o'clock: "Come on, you two are five o'clock each."

Wencai said angrily: "Master, you can give us 100 yuan in a sea of ​​100 yuan?"

Uncle Jiu glared: "Are you blind? This is obviously ten oceans."

Mo Ziming: "..."

It's indeed ten yuan, but it's two people's share.

"Okay, Wencai, go and buy a pot of wine for your master."

"Master, the money for wine..." Wencai spread his hands.

"What is the money for wine? You can't be more filial to your master as soon as you get to the ocean?"

Wencai: "…"

After Tian Wencai left with a whisper, Uncle Jiu smiled and took out five oceans: "Qiu Sheng, you have made great contributions this time. I will give you five more oceans. Don't tell Wencai."

"Hehe, definitely not."

Mo Ziming took over the ocean tacitly.

Then he said, "By the way, Master, what do you say about Awei?"

Uncle Jiu sighed: "The sooner it is, the better it is. As a result, the kid insists on going to the Ren family to earn performance first.

No matter who he is done, come over to talk about it.”

"Then we have to collect money, too."

"No, you must collect money... In this way, you buy a bag of glutinous rice.

Remember, you must have glutinous rice, and you cannot mix any mixed rice."

"clear."

"Take the money..."
To be continued...