The gentleman is knocking on the door

Chapter 14
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"Leaving?" Guo Hongyuan looked up at her blankly.

"Yes, let's go." Seeing his grief, Mi Congcong couldn't bear it: "Fifth Young Master, it's not that I don't want to help you, but that I don't have the ability."

"Grandfather really came back..." Guo Hongyuan murmured, "Grandfather must be very sad to see the Guo family like this..."

"Fifth Young Master, Mrs. Guo is not sad, on the contrary, he is proud of having a filial grandson like Fifth Young Master you." Mi Congcong comforted.

Mi Congcong did not dare to tell Guo Hongyuan that Mrs. Guo was taken away by the black and white impermanence of the underworld.

In the minds of ordinary people, only those who committed a lot of evil in life will go to hell after death. Mi Congcong doesn't know if this is the case, and she doesn't want to add to Guo Hongyuan's grief.

"Grandpa is proud of me? Is it true?" Guo Hongyuan looked at Mi Congcong suspiciously, unable to tell whether it was sadness or joy.

"Really, Mrs. Guo said that he ignored Fifth Young Master during his lifetime. I hope Fifth Young Master will not blame him."

Guo Hongyuan's tears fell silently, and it took a while before he choked up and said, "Grandfather, how could grandson blame you... grandson won't..."

Thinking of Mrs. Guo's last wish, Mi Congcong said again: "Fifth Young Master, what Mrs. Guo means is for you to find a way to separate the family as soon as possible."

The old man Guo meant that he could only tell him about Ji Tian after the family was separated. Mi Congcong knew that the reason why the old man Guo made this request was that he didn't want Guo Hongyuan to have disputes with the rest of the Guo family because of this matter.

Although Mi Congcong feels that even if the family is separated, Guo Hongyuan may not be able to save trouble, but he is still moved by the good intentions of Mrs. Guo.

The old man Guo didn't pay much attention to his grandson, Guo Hongyuan, at least he could see the truth before he left, and it wasn't too late.

"Little Immortal Master, did you make a mistake? Why did my grandfather let me separate the family?" It's not that Guo Hongyuan didn't believe Mi Congcong's words, but that Old Master Guo had said before his death that the Guo family would not be allowed to fall apart.

"Fifth Young Master, this is indeed what Mrs. Guo meant!"

Guo Hongyuan was silent for a while, and then said: "Since it is grandfather's intention, then I will obey, but the division of the family will have to wait for grandfather after a hundred days."

"I'm just spreading the word on my behalf. As for what to do with Fifth Young Master, it's up to you." With Old Master Guo's reputation in Feiyu County, people would criticize him if he separated before a hundred days passed. Guo Hongyuan was right to think so.

"Fifth Young Master, can you keep what's going on tonight a secret for me?" Mi Congcong asked seriously after thinking for a while.

Guo Hongyuan looked up at Mi Congcong, obviously a little surprised, but he didn't ask further: "Don't worry, Master Immortal, I won't say anything more about what happened tonight."

If it were any other master, he would definitely hope that others would pass on this kind of thing to increase his reputation. This little fairy master actually wanted to keep it a secret, and Mi Congcong's image in Guo Hongyuan's mind suddenly grew.

Mi Congcong was originally worried about spending too much time talking, but he didn't expect Guo Hongyuan to be so easy to talk, and he also liked him a little bit more.

Early the next morning, the Guo family sent the coffin of Mrs. Guo out of the house. Mrs. Guo’s brothers and many grandchildren were out of breath from crying, and several female relatives passed out from crying. Many spectators on the street wiped their tears and praised Mrs. Guo for their filial piety. Only Guo Hongyuan was numb and followed the funeral procession to the cemetery in the south of the city without shedding a single tear.

After Mrs. Guo's funeral, Mi Zhiqing was about to take Mi Congcong back to Damo Village, but the Guo family didn't pay them for a long time, so they had to stay.

After lunch, Mi Zhiqing took Mi Congcong to the street.

"Uncle, didn't you agree to go back today? Mr. Guo said that he would pay us in the afternoon." Mi Congcong said innocently.

"There's a lot of trouble in the main courtyard of the Guo family. We're afraid we won't get paid today." Mi Zhiqing brought Mi Congcong out because he didn't want to be affected.

Mi Zhiqing has seen this kind of thing a lot, not to mention that Guo's family is a big family, even if it is an ordinary family, there are many people who split the family before the old man is encoffined.

Looking at the calm uncle, Mi Congcong couldn't help but lament that Feng Shui master is really a good profession. With people's respect for Feng Shui masters, at least he doesn't have to worry about giving people work for nothing.

It was too hot outside, and the two of them were sweating profusely after walking for a while, so Mi Zhiqing simply took Mi Congcong into the teahouse to rest.

As expected of a teahouse in the county seat, the lobby at noon was also full of guests. There was a table in the middle of the lobby, and a handsome young storyteller was spitting and talking.

Mi Zhiqing and Mi Congcong found a seat and sat down, drinking tea and listening to a book, feeling much more comfortable.

After listening for a while, Mi Congcong realized that Mr. Laishu was talking about the heroic deeds of the current emperor who fought against the rebels a few years ago.

Mi Congcong laughed secretly, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. If the current emperor is the loser, then the storyteller is probably praising the other side, right?
However, Mi Congcong also learned some information about the country where he lived. The former emperor was ineffective and the people lived in dire straits. The current emperor was originally only one party to know the state. In just two years, the previous dynasty was overthrown, and he sat on the throne logically.

The current emperor knew the hardships of the people when he knew the state, and implemented a series of policies in favor of farmers after he ascended the throne, and was deeply loved by the people...

The storyteller spoke in a hype, Mi Congcong only picked up a small number of reliable ones and listened to them.

Suddenly, Mi Congcong caught a glimpse of a shadow behind the [-]-year-old boy at the opposite table.

It was a pale-faced man in his 20s. After seeing his legs floating in the air, Mi Congcong's heart skipped a beat.

Another ghost!
Before Mi Congcong could react, the male ghost's hand went to pinch the little boy's delicate neck.

The little boy twitched suddenly, tugged at the sleeve of the man sitting beside him in pain, and cried out with difficulty: "Father..."

The boy's father looked sideways, and his face changed drastically: "Chun'er, what's wrong with you, Chun'er?"

The little boy's face turned blue at this time, he was speechless, only struggled with his hands and feet.

The boy's father lost his sense of control and was so anxious that he f**ked, Chun'er, what's wrong with you? "

The guests in the teahouse lobby were all alarmed. Seeing this, someone shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, take the child to the hospital!"

The child's father woke up with a start, picked up the child and was about to run outside.

"It's useless to send it to the hospital!" Seeing that the child was suffocating, but the male ghost still didn't let go, Mi Congcong was anxious: "Uncle, give me a talisman!"

Mi Zhiqing's eyes flashed, he glanced at Mi Congcong, took out a yellow talisman and handed it to her.

The boy's father was scared by Mi Congcong's roar, and Mi Congcong rushed over with the amulet and slapped the boy on the neck.

(End of this chapter)