Incense to the ancestors, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 1 My ancestor told me to go to the grave
"Little treasure!"

"My dear grandson."

"I am your ancestor!"

"Ching Ming Festival is coming soon, please remember to visit the grave, there will be a surprise"

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In Luohe No. [-] Middle School, in the classroom of Grade [-] and Class [-], Wang Xiaobao woke up from the table, sweating profusely, with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Nightmare again!"

"The old ancestor asked me to go to the grave again!"

For more than half a month, Wang Xiaobao always dreamed of an old man who claimed to be the ancestor of his old Wang family, calling him over and over again to visit his grave on Ching Ming Festival.

So weird.

After many days, Wang Xiaobao was depressed, as if he had been crushed by a ghost.

Today, English class.

Wang Xiaobao fell asleep after a nap.

did not expect.

The old ancestor of the old Wang's family is not forgiving, and he came to find his grandson in his dream again.

Not even daydreaming.

Wake him up straight away.

"Wang Xiaobao——!"

On the podium, the English teacher yelled angrily, and a piece of chalk bounced to Wang Xiaobao's forehead from more than ten meters away.

Her name is Zhao Suqing.

Wearing a shirt and suit, black stockings and a short skirt with hips, a standard female teacher's professional attire, wearing glasses, her tall figure is as graceful as a willow branch in April outside the window.

"The college entrance examination is due in less than two months, and you still sleep in class?"

"Who did you dream about this time?"

Zhao Suqing asked.

"Report to the teacher, I dreamed about my ancestor, and he asked me to visit his grave on Ching Ming Festival."

Wang Xiaobao replied smoothly.

He is an honest kid.

The sound fell, and there was a lot of laughter in the classroom.

Zhao Suqing was both angry and happy.

Meimou stared angrily at Wang Xiaobao who was sitting in the last row of the classroom.

This student has a handsome appearance, bright and clear eyes under the double eyelids, and a slender and well-proportioned figure. He often causes girls to scream on the basketball court, and he also looks a bit aura.

In the eyes of outsiders, this appearance should be a good student in the class, a top student.

But in fact.

Wang Xiaobao is the bottom of the class, failing all homework, and sits at the bottom of the class every time he takes an exam.

Unwavering for three years.

"When will you not be the last one in the exam?!"

"It's okay to take the second-to-last exam!"

The more Zhao Suqing thought about it, the angrier she became, and she began to reprimand him.

She is both the English teacher and class teacher of Class 8, Senior Three.

Wang Xiaobao lowered his head and dared not speak.

Soon, the get out of class bell rang.

This is the last class of the afternoon.

"Tomorrow is Ching Ming Festival, one day off!"

Zhao Suqing said with a smile, glanced at Wang Xiaobao, and said, "I hope some students will remember to visit his ancestor's grave."

The students in the classroom all laughed.

Wang Xiaobao nodded seriously.

The old ancestor is too much trouble, it's really time for him to have a grave for the old man tomorrow.

Not looking for surprises, just not frightening.

Zhao Suqing glared at Wang Xiaobao and said, "After the Ching Ming Festival, classmate Wang Xiaobao will hand in a review."

After speaking, he left with a "da da da" on his high heels.

The students cheered and rushed out of the classroom.

Wang Xiaobao stayed at the end.

He rummaged through the bookcase and found a thick pile of self-criticism.

These are all written in his spare time.

I usually sell it to other students for five yuan a piece.

There are "review of puppy love", "review of playing with mobile phones in class", "review of being late and leaving early", "review of fighting". There are dozens of them.

The date and name are blank, and the content is no less than [-] characters.

From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, his self-criticism was very popular.

Today, he found a sleep review, filled in the date, wrote his name, and the review was done.

"Huh? This is...?"

Wang Xiaobao was taken aback suddenly, there was actually a small pink note under the book frame.

His heart skipped a beat as he realized something.

Looking up vigilantly, he found that his classmates had left and there was no one around, so he pressed the pink note in the gap of the book, pretended to be reading, and quietly opened it to read
"Little Treasure, you look great in a blue shirt today. You really are the prettiest kid in the class. By the way, you have to study hard—I like your little deer!"

As usual, another simple sentence of encouragement and praise.

Full of positive energy.

But the note is pink, with a hint of fragrance on it, and the font is beautiful and fair.

Wang Xiaobao's heart beat faster, a shy and sweet smile appeared on his face.

And three points proud.

"Although I'm poor in studies, someone still handed me a small note, thanking my parents for giving me a peerless beauty!"

"Just, who is this mysterious little deer?"

"It's the eighth time I've been given a note this month!"

Wang Xiaobao was puzzled.

A few girls in the class with whom I have a good relationship flashed through my mind, but several of them had bought breakfast for themselves and had a kiss film.

For a while, Wang Xiaobao couldn't be sure which of them was the mysterious "little deer".

It's confusing!
"Forget it, I don't want to."

Wang Xiaobao said to himself, "The most important thing right now is to visit the ancestor's grave, and we have to make arrangements."

"Go buy incense paper now."

Although he is not feudal and superstitious, he can't help but have a tortured ancestor!

Sleeping on the bed every night, who can bear it.

So, go to the grave tomorrow.

It was evening.

Most of the students have gone home, the campus looks very quiet, the sunset reflects the sunset, the spring breeze in April brings catkins flying, and the sky seems to be snowing.

beautiful, intoxicating.

Wang Xiaobao pushed his bicycle away from school and came to the incense paper shop on the corner of the street.

"Wen Xiao Fragrant Paper Shop"

This is the name of the incense paper shop, and the owner is Zhou Wenxiao.

Tomorrow is the Ching Ming Festival, and the business of the incense paper shop, which is bleak on weekdays, is rarely booming, and several groups of people are queuing up to buy incense paper.

Wang Xiaobao waited for half an hour before it was his turn.

"Here are three rolls of white paper, two candles, a bunch of flowers, and a bunch of fragrant incense, one meter long!"

"There's Erguotou, two bottles."

"A few more paper wives, are there any foreign girls?"

Wang Xiaobao said across the counter.

He thought very clearly.

Now that you have decided to bury your ancestors, then go to a good cemetery.

It must not be shabby.

Burning paper, flowers, high fragrance and fine wine, plus the paper daughter-in-law of Dayang girl, I don't believe it can't serve the ancestors well and comfortably.

By the time.

The old man won't pester him anymore.

In the incense paper shop.

Several guests who hadn't left yet heard Wang Xiaobao's words and looked sideways.

Seeing Wang Xiaobao's youthful appearance, still wearing the school uniform of Luohe No. [-] Middle School, he couldn't help but sigh, "He's a good boy, he knows how to honor his ancestors."

"Buy foreign girls for the ancestors, the ancestors are blessed!"

"Yes, he is indeed a very spiritual child. Unlike my child, who went to the Internet cafe right after school, are there any ancestors in the Internet cafe?"

"Boss, give it a little bit cheaper. Such a filial child must not be bad at studying, and you will have good fortune when you are admitted to university in the future."

Everyone chattered and even helped Wang Xiaobao negotiate a price.

Wang Xiaobao saluted gratefully, very politely.

The owner of the incense paper shop fulfilled everyone's wishes and gave Wang Xiaobao a [-]% discount with a smile.

It cost two hundred and eight.

Wang Xiaobao paid the money with distress.

This is his hard-earned money for a month!
But looking at the pile of scented paper, candles and lamps in his hand, as well as three blond girls with papery garish looks, Wang Xiaobao smiled and felt that it was worth the money.

"The old ancestor must have never seen a foreign girl. If you burn it to him, he will be so happy from ear to ear!"

Wang Xiaobao pondered in his heart.

"By the way, boss, do you have anything here to ward off evil spirits?"

Wang Xiaobao asked, worried that if burning incense and paper to the ancestors didn't work, he would have to save himself.

The store owner's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly replied:

"Have!"

"The peach wood sword consecrated by Taoist Master Qingyun Qingcheng Guan, protects the body and exorcises evil spirits, soothes the mind and purifies dreams, with one hundred, it is safe for children and old people!"

"Too expensive, fifty."

"Eighty, I will send you a sports car, Maserati, and burn it to your ancestor, he never drove it."

"Okay, then give me another private jet."

After some bargaining, Wang Xiaobao left the incense paper shop with a big bag of things.

As the sun sets, the spring breeze blows catkins.

Wang Xiaobao's bicycle was windy, looking at the paper goods hanging all over the front of the car, his eyes were full of smiles and expectations.

"Tomorrow, Ching Ming Festival!"

"Old Ancestor, I'm here, just wait and see."

(End of this chapter)