Chapter 303 Nine Sons Coffin (26)

At this moment, Lu Qiusheng spoke up and said, "Our nine brothers have already discussed this with our father about what this little brother is worried about. He agrees with it and this situation will never happen."

After saying that, he nodded towards Mr. Jiang next to me.

Hearing what he said, I felt a little confused. The nine sons of the Lu family kept talking about things that the old hero agreed with. Nine times out of ten, it was a lie. As for the reason, it was very simple. The old hero was from the older generation, and he was worried about his own funeral.

I take it very seriously and will never agree to the so-called nine sons and nine deaths. This is just nonsense.

I was about to question Lu Qiusheng when Master Jiang patted me on the shoulder and said softly: "Xiaojiu, we are just here to attend the funeral. Don't overstep our authority and interfere with the master's family affairs."

"He..." I was a little angry.

"Stop talking." Mr. Jiang glanced at me dissatisfied.

I didn't speak any more, so I had to swallow the anger in my heart and stared at Lu Qiusheng to see what else he wanted to say.

I saw Lu Qiusheng still standing there with a kind smile on his face. In my opinion, that smile was very disgusting.

"Dear masters, it will be the time when my father passes away soon. Can we go to the humble abode and have a detailed talk?" Lu Qiusheng stood above and smiled slightly.

Because, I have my reasons for kneeling. One is because of the contribution that old heroes have made to the country. Without anti-Japanese heroes like old heroes, how could we have our current life? Even though my family is very poor, compared to the Japanese invasion of China

In those years, no matter how poor your life was, it was only one-tenth of what it was in those years.

I hummed and walked towards the bed. When the nine sons of the Lu family saw me coming, they moved a little bit away. I stood over and saw that the old hero's face was blue and his eyes were cloudy.

"What's going on?" I pulled Mr. Jiang who was walking in front and pointed to the earthen house.

As I said that, I knelt in front of the bed, kowtowed, stood up, and looked at the old hero. Some people must have said, why do you kneel down to someone inexplicably?

Mr. Jiang shook his head and said: "With your status, you shouldn't be able to enter. Just stay outside! I'll call you later!"

I was stunned, walked over and asked, "Master Jiang, what's the matter?"

After seeing me, the old hero smiled with difficulty and said, "Are you Chen Jiu?"

Mr. Jiang glared at me and said, "Keep your voice low and don't let outsiders know!"

After walking for about three minutes, we came to the easternmost part of the village. There appeared a luxurious villa, decorated like a palace. There was a pair of golden Pixiu about one meter high at the door. I thought the Pixiu was just gold-plated, Mr. Jiang.

Tell me, that Pixiu is made of solid gold.

As a post-80s generation who has not experienced war, we cannot fight for the country like old heroes. At least, we need to give those anti-Japanese heroes a respect, a respect like respecting our parents. This is what we, the post-80s generation, should do, and it is also what we should do.

A must-do for those born in the 80s.

His voice was very weak and a little unclear. Fortunately, my hearing was still good, so I could hear him clearly.

"What? Master Jiang, what did you call me?" I exclaimed.

Listening to this, my mind was filled with confusion. When did I become Master Jiang’s junior brother? Who is the master? But in order to see the old hero’s style, I suppressed my doubts and followed Master Jiang in.

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For no other reason than because the life we ​​have now is all due to the efforts of those anti-Japanese heroes, the result of their lives and blood.

Surrounding the bed were the nine sons of the Lu family and an old lady. The old lady was wearing a red cheongsam with a golden phoenix embroidered on it. It should be a wedding dress?

What's going on? The old hero is about to pass away, but this old lady is wearing a red cheongsam?

After being stunned for a while, I looked towards the bed. Since the nine sons of the Lu family were surrounding me, I could only look through the gap. There was an old man lying on the bed, wearing a dark gray Mao suit, with a Chinese character face and a high nose. Because of the age,

, the old hero has no eyebrows and a pitiful beard on his chin.

After waiting outside the room for a long time, until the sky gradually dimmed, a man walked out, it was Mr. Jiang.

After entering the door, I found that the house was not very big, about twenty square meters, with very few furnishings, only a few simple pieces of furniture, and a wooden bed on the left side of the door.

Arriving in front of the earthen house, we had just stopped when we heard the eldest son of Lu named three people and said, "Masters, follow us in to see my father."

I nodded, bent towards the old hero, and said, "Old hero, please accept Xiaojiu's obeisance!"

"The old hero is not used to living in villas. He said that the earthen house is cool and down-to-earth!" Mr. Jiang explained to me.

He patted me on the shoulder and said something incomprehensible. He said: "Junior brother, don't embarrass the master."

What surprised me was that there was an inconsistent mud house on the left side of the villa, about one foot high. There was a lot of snow on the roof, and there were some hoes and sickles placed at the door.

As these words fell, the masters of metaphysics said "Hello" in unison, with very flattering expressions, especially Master Shuiyun, whose expression was even more exaggerated. He clapped vigorously and shouted: "Everything is arranged by Boss Lu."

He searched outside for a while, and finally set his eyes on me, waved to me, and said, "Xiaojiu, come here!"

When I heard this, I was confused, what was going on? I had never met the old hero, why did he call me? I asked out the doubts in my mind.

I said disappointedly and without saying anything else, I followed Mr. Jiang and walked towards the earthen house.

He gave up and said: "The old hero calls you!"

I said oh, and my impression of the old hero became a little higher, so I said to Mr. Jiang: "Can I go into that house and see the old hero?"

These three names are Taoist Master Liuyun, Master Jiang, and Granny Qiao. As for Master Shuiyun, he doesn't seem to have the qualifications. Like me, he is guarding the door of the earthen house.

"Xiaojiu, come over!" Master Jiang said softly behind me.

As the saying goes, a drop of kindness will be repaid by a spring. Those anti-Japanese heroes gave us a land to live in and a sky without gunpowder smoke. This kindness is far greater than the kindness of a drop of water. What reason do we have not to respect them?

Thinking of this, I tightened my fists. I must not let the nine sons of the Lu family mess up the funeral of the old hero for a so-called priority, let alone allow any accidents to happen to the funeral of the old hero.

Mad, he is so rich, this is the first thought in my mind.

Then, some of our masters of metaphysics followed behind the nine sons of the Lu family and left the ancestral hall and went straight to where the old hero was.

When the old hero saw me standing up, he smiled kindly and stretched out his hand. His hand was only skin and bones with several stab wounds on it, making it look a bit ferocious.

I understood and quickly held his hand. To be honest, I was very nervous and my palms were trembling a little.

The old hero tightened his hands, motioned me not to be nervous, and said, "Xiaojiu, it's great to see you!"

I was stunned, what do you mean by this? Previously, Master Jiang called me my junior brother for no reason, but now the old hero’s tone seems to have known that I am a person for a long time? What’s going on?
Chapter completed!