Chapter 170 What Uncle Jiu hopes for

Two days later.

early morning.

As in the past, a vigorous rooster crow was first heard in Yi Zhuang.

Then, there was movement.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't sleep."

"It's Master's birthday today. Get up quickly. If it takes time, don't go."

Awei was wearing a light red robe, holding a baton in his hand, and patted Wencai's cheek gently.

A dissatisfied murmur came out, and Wencai opened his sleepy eyes and began to crawl under the bed.

halfway.

"Forget it, I'll just squint for a while, it's still early."

As he spoke, he wanted to fall down.

The wicked need the wicked to grind.

Unlike Qiu Sheng and Meng Fan, Ah Wei did not tolerate him. He directly picked up the collar of his shirt and dragged him away from the bed.

within the courtyard.

Meng Fan, who had already washed up, rode his horse, came back early from shopping on the street, and began to arrange the items.

Qiu Sheng went back to his aunt's house to find new clothes to change into, and made an appointment to have breakfast together as soon as possible.

corner.

Uncle Jiu, the birthday boy, is shaving seriously. He is still wearing the same starched gray shorts at the moment, but that may not be the case in a while.

After all, he is a face-saving person. The younger generation celebrates his birthday with the big shots in this county, so he must dress up a little bit.

Wencai followed Awei, reluctantly one second, but the next moment he stepped out of the room and saw Uncle Jiu, he immediately changed his face:

"Master, morning~"

"Well, it's rare for you to get up so early."

The whole Yizhuang is full of relaxed and warm atmosphere.

About seven o'clock.

Qiu Sheng, who had changed into a brand new light purple robe, came to the courtyard and greeted Uncle Jiu.

Mao Shanming, who stayed here specifically to wait for today, put on clean clothes and put on a humble smile.

The uncle is a traditional Taoist at heart. Although he does not reject foreign gadgets, today is his birthday, and Meng Fan did not do anything new, changing into shirts, trousers, and leather shoes.

In fact, since he came to the Republic of China, he had no choice at first. He wore it for a while, and when he saw his uncle, he immediately changed into traditional clothes such as robes and mandarin jackets.

Right now, Meng Fan is wearing a light robe that he just got back from the tailor shop yesterday, a specially customized model——

In order to look younger, I specially asked my master to tattoo some inconspicuous dark patterns, such as grape vines, auspicious clouds and other patterns, which can only be noticed if you look closely.

Low profile without losing atmosphere.

I'm sure I won't embarrass my uncle.

county seat.

Baohe Inn.

The scattered tables on the first floor are open as usual and welcome guests from all directions, but the second floor is closed to the public.

At the corner of the stairs, there is a big happy letter posted with various colorful silks hanging on it.

In the large box, there are hanging lanterns and colorful screens, and even the screens are carefully selected. The five blessings are presented to longevity and the longevity star is offering peaches. The patterns are all related to birthday wishes. Even the strange stones placed in the room are large Shoushan stones engraved with Ruyi and Ganoderma lucidum.

However, it is the golden longevity character placed in the middle of the hall wall that shines under the sunlight, making it the most eye-catching.

"This... is a bit exaggerated."

Uncle Jiu, who was wearing a brand new robe, was a little frightened. He had lived for more than fifty years and had never seen such a luxurious birthday party. The hero was still himself.

"Master, feel free to enjoy it."

"This money is neither stolen nor robbed. It is all from the disciple's heart."

Awei was able to speak eloquently and soon made Uncle Jiu regain his composure. The money he earned from selling his old house was to honor his master, which was indeed very clean.

Ancestor Quanxia knew that Awei could become a disciple of a famous teacher, and he was equally happy before it was too late.

"Junior brother, let's go out to welcome the guests."

"Okay." Meng Fan greeted Qiu Sheng.

The two of them were responsible for their good looks. They were responsible for welcoming guests outside and looking good for Uncle Jiu. Awei and Wencai accompanied them in the box. Together with Taoist Master Mao Shanming, the atmosphere was not too cold before the guests arrived.

As soon as he left the box, he saw Ren Fa taking his daughter Tingting upstairs. Meng Fan quickly greeted:
"Master Ren, please."

"Taoist Meng, little master Qiu Sheng." Ren Fa nodded with a smile.

On the side, Ren Tingting also greeted them.

Soon, more and more guests came upstairs, and the social butterfly Ah Wei was pulled out to avoid making a joke about not recognizing the guests.

"County Magistrate Ma."

"Head of the local Zhang clan."

"..."

Indeed, they are all prominent figures in the county.

During this period, a fat man wearing a suit and tie also appeared. His surname was Hong. He was a comprador. According to Ah Wei, he was very rich and could get guns from foreigners in private.

No matter how outrageous the price is, if you can import a large number of brand-new foreign guns, you have the ability and broad channels.

But Meng Fan felt that this little fat man named Hong was very flexible and capable of fighting, because he looked exactly like Sammo Hung, the famous dragon and tiger martial arts master in later generations.

In addition, there is a big boss of a trading company who looks the same as the famous actor Wu Ma. Not surprisingly, Meng Fan will accompany his master to compete in the peak competition in western Hunan, and he will also meet a master Yixiu and bump into him.

"Everyone on the list is here, done."

"Let's take a seat quickly."

Ah Wei couldn't stop smiling on his face. Firstly, he was happy for his master, Uncle Jiu, and secondly, he saw the big shot when welcoming guests. It would be rude not to smile.

In comparison, Meng Fan and Qiu Sheng were a little cold.

Of course, it will not make guests feel abrupt, unfamiliar, or left out.

all in all.

It was to gain face for Uncle Jiu.

dong dong dong...

clang clang...

On the street outside the window, groups of lion dancers are performing, and those with superb skills try to pick green, namely:
Climbing high to pick an object called "green", which can be vegetables or other things, as long as it has auspicious meanings.

In fact, long before the lion dance, prominent figures from each team went upstairs to ask Uncle Jiu, the birthday boy, to dot the eyes of the auspicious lion with a cinnabar pen.

Then, the auspicious lions began to jump around, search up and down, and make various movements, which attracted passers-by to applaud and cheer.

Although it was the first time for Meng Fan to watch a lion dance, he felt that it was looking for young people. Sure enough, when he noticed something hanging from a high place, the lions began to jump and climb up the stakes to compete with each other.

In the end, the master from the Huang family class was the first to succeed in picking the green leaves.

[Blessings are like the East China Sea, life is as long as Nanshan Mountain]

In front of everyone's attention, the mighty lion opened its mouth and spit out "green", revealing the words in the scroll.

"it is good!"

Meng Fan took the lead in cheering.

It is true that he can easily perform this kind of feat that ordinary people would consider extraordinary, but at the moment it is a birthday celebration, not a battle of magic or exorcism.

"well!"

"Happy birthday to Uncle Jiu."

Everyone in the box said in unison.

Since they had stated in advance that they would not accept money or valuable gifts, the squires organized this "Lion King Contest" in order to get a good start.

The county has not been so lively for a long time. Not only Uncle Jiu was happy, but the villagers were also excited, feasting their eyes on it and bringing bright colors to the boring life.

The best of both worlds.

"Uncle Jiu, this is the cake."

"Blow it out quickly."

Comprador Hong took out the fresh cake prepared in advance, lit the candles, and explained with a smile:
"As soon as the candle goes out, there is a son and a daughter-in-law."

 When writing about the lion dance plot, I suddenly thought of Once Upon a Time in the Lion King, a classic I often watched when I was a kid. At that time, I just thought the fight was so fierce and handsome. Now that I look at it, it has a moral meaning, symbolizing the awakening and liberation of a generation. Westerners deliberately deduct it, the stigma of the sick man of East Asia.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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