Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 96 The literary talent plays tricks on Ah Wei

In Yizhuang, Qiu Sheng and An Yan were helping Uncle Jiu work.

When the literary man who was free saw Ah Wei, he began to think of teasing him, but this guy often teased him.

Just then, Wen Cai remembered the ghost trick that An Yan had told him. A rare flash of inspiration came to his mind. He stared at Ah Wei's back and snickered: "Ah Wei, this time it's finally my turn to play tricks on you."

So Wencai put the melon seeds back into his pocket, turned around and ran to the printing room, and then pretended to be walking from the printing room.

When passing by Ah Wei, he pretended to think of something and let out an oops.

Ah Wei, who was feeding the chickens with a handful of rice, heard the sound and turned around to see Wencai. Seeing the annoyed expression on his face, he asked strangely: "Wencai, what are you doing? Did you do something wrong again and was scolded by the master?"

"Tell me about it and cheer me up."

Seeing Awei's bitch-like face, Wencai, who was still hesitant at first, became furious and pretended to be kind: "No, the master has something for us to do."

"There is a play in town tonight, and the master wants me to take a seat, but there is still a lot of printing waste to be disposed of in the hall."

"How about this? It's a long way to town. Otherwise, I'll go to the stage to get a seat and you can stay and help pack things."

When Ah Wei heard this, his smart mind started to spin. He thought that usually literary talents like to be lazy. Are you so active today?

Then when he thought about watching a show, his eyes lit up. By the way, if I go to take a seat, wouldn't it mean that I don't have to work and can still watch the show?

Ah Wei, who was a chicken thief, thought he had seen through Wencai's little trick, and said quickly: "Wencai, you are the senior brother, and I am the junior brother. I like to respect the old and love the young. So the rough work of going to the town to occupy a position is Leave it to junior brother and I will go and do some easy work for you."

"I'll leave it to you to pack your things. I'll leave first."

After saying that, fearing that Wen Cai would not be willing to do so, Awei threw the rice in his hand into the chicken coop and ran outside in a flash.

Wencai also pretended to be anxious and shouted to Awei: "Awei, why don't I go?"

"I'll just go. I'll definitely get a good seat."

Ah Wei's voice came from far outside, and several bicycle bells rang.

Seeing Awei really hurrying away, Wencai suddenly burst into laughter.

"Haha, Ah Wei, won't you let me deceive you this time?"

"I want you to respect the old and love the young!"

Just when An Yan walked out of the printing room with Ming coins in his arms, he heard Wen Cai hugging his belly and laughing, and asked doubtfully: "Wen Cai, what are you laughing at? The show in the town at night is for ghosts, so don't be stupid. .”

During the day, he heard Wen Cai nagging about going to the town to watch a theater in the evening, so he specifically asked.

"Don't worry, I will never go."

Wen Cai calmed down at this time, and was sweating a little behind his back. What if the master knew that he had tricked Ah Wei into watching a ghost show, and would he have to interrupt him even with the cane whip?
  "That's good, don't be stunned, go and help move the hell coins out and burn them."

An Yan nodded and looked at Wen Cai's appearance. He sighed inwardly. He was obviously his junior brother and behaved just like his senior brother.

"oh oh!!"

Wen Cai hurriedly ran to help, and at the same time thought that after finishing his work, he would rush to the town to call Ah Wei back, otherwise the secret would be exposed soon.

Soon, with the help of An Yan, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, all the coins were moved out.

As Qiu Sheng cast the spell, the Ming Coin suddenly burst into flames, and the flames shot into the sky.

"Get to work."

Qiu Sheng clapped his hands when he saw this.

On the other side, Awei came to the town and heard the sound of opera singing. He picked up a sugar cane at home and ran to watch the opera.

When he arrived at the theater, he found that the stage was tightly covered and the surroundings were deserted. If it weren't for the sound of opera singers inside, he would have thought that the performance was for ghosts. Just as he was about to enter, a wooden sign was placed at the door, which read: "Ghost show, no living person allowed in."

Ah Wei is so excited, is this really a show for ghosts?

But then he thought about it, Wencai looked honest and honest, and he would definitely not lie to him.

Suddenly he thought of his master, and he suddenly realized, thinking that he had found the answer, "It must be that the master, as the head clerk of the underworld bank, wants to have fun with ghosts."

"I didn't expect that the master has no human touch, but he has quite a ghostly touch. No wonder the underworld found the master to be a bank clerk."

The more he thought about it, the more he was right. Ah Wei slapped himself on the head and said, "Let me give you some ideas. This is too smart."

So Awei walked in swaggeringly.

Over at Yizhuang, after An Yan and the others finished burning the paper money, they went back to the house to find Uncle Jiu and said, "Master, all the ghost coins have been burned."

"That's fine."

Uncle Jiu nodded, but only saw An Yan, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, and asked, "By the way, where is Ah Wei, I haven't seen him all night."

Qiu Sheng looked around and found that Ah Wei was not there. He shook his head and said, "I don't know."

An Yan looked at Wencai and said, "Wencai, wasn't Awei with you just now? Where was he?"

Suddenly, three eyes fell on Wencai. Wencai panicked and said everything.

Uncle Jiu was furious, "Ghost plays are for those ghosts. How can such a thing be a child's play?"

"You little bastard, you really dare to make fun of everything. I think I will be pissed off by you sooner or later."

An Yan was speechless. He didn't expect Awei, who usually seemed like a thief, to be tricked by a literary talent.

Qiu Sheng couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Wen Cai's ability to commit suicide.

Sure enough, where there are crouching dragons, there must be phoenix chicks.

One dares to say it, and the other dares to believe it.

"Master, the most important thing now is to bring Awei back quickly, lest Awei be obsessed with ghosts and let the ghosts escape."

An Yan knew the original plot, so she hurriedly said.

"I'll take care of you when I get back." Hearing this, Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai, and then said, "Quick, go to town."

Ah Wei didn't even know that he had fallen into the trap, so he walked in swaggering and suddenly stood in the middle of the stage.

But the people on the stage were dumbfounded. People in their profession naturally have their own rules.

When a living person watches a ghost show, isn't it because the birthday boy hangs himself because he thinks he has a long life?
  This is still a small matter. If they accidentally mess with something dirty, they will also be in trouble.

So, the people on the stage hurriedly gave Ah Wei a wink.

Unexpectedly, Awei was chewing sugar cane, applauding and applauding, watching with gusto, and didn't notice the eyes of the people on the stage.

The huge theater was bustling with all kinds of ghosts, and four ghost servants watched in rapt attention from behind.

Soon, the smell of Awei's living person attracted Xiaoli.

Xiaoli came to Awei and looked at the silly Awei. A cunning look flashed in her eyes, and she raised her hand and blew lightly on Awei's face.

Suddenly, Awei felt the scent of fragrance, and his eyes were in a trance, and Xiaoli's beautiful smile appeared in his eyes.

Ah Wei's eyes were struck by her exquisite face and the looming spring light on her chest.

Wow!
  Excellent!
  (End of this chapter)