Zhang Chulan's Language

Just as Uncle Jiu, Zhang Chulan, and Wencai were halfway through their meal, a middle-aged man who looked every bit the part of a country landlord walked in.

The moment he entered, he spotted the three of them eating with gusto. Seeing this, Ren Fa furrowed his brow, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.

But as a merchant, how could he let others read him so easily? He immediately put on a smile and said:

"Haha, Uncle Jiu, I didn't expect you all to be eating so early!"

Uncle Jiu looked up at him and smiled back. "Master Ren, you've arrived. Care to join us for a bite?"

Zhang Chulan narrowed his eyes at this, then grinned cheekily. "So you're Ren Fa, huh? Doesn't look like much to me. Sure enough, just a big landlord from the countryside!"

The moment those words left his mouth, everyone present was instantly steeped in awkwardness.

But Ren Fa, taking in Zhang Chulan, his clothes, and the tone he'd just used, didn't immediately retort. Instead, he chuckled and said, "Haha, this young friend jokes. This Humble One is merely a merchant.

May I ask who this young friend is...?"

Zhang Chulan replied casually, "Just got back from outside with my Eldest Brother. Passing through, staying a few days at Uncle Jiu's place.

Alright, waiter, clear the table. We're just about done. This little cake was a bit too sweet.

Doesn't quite go with the coffee. Bring us three servings of black tea instead. Oh, right, I didn't look closely—do you have black tea here?"

The waiter: "Yes, sir!"

Zhang Chulan casually flicked a silver coin over. "Bring the tea first. If that's not enough..."

The waiter quickly caught it and said, "Enough, enough! What you've given, sir, is already plenty. With this added, it's more than enough—even a bit over."

Zhang Chulan: "Keep the extra as your tip. Hurry up and bring us the black tea!"

The waiter: "Right away, sir! Please wait a moment. Coming right up!"

At this, Zhang Chulan turned to Master Ren with a smile. "My apologies, Master Ren. We hadn't eaten this morning, so we were a bit hungry when we got here. I just treated Uncle Jiu to a meal. If you'd like to eat as well, feel free to order something else."

Hearing this, Ren Fa waved his hand awkwardly. "No need, no need. I've already eaten. I'll just have them bring me a coffee later!"

Zhang Chulan: "Oh! So Master Ren came after eating. Well, alright then!"

Listening to Zhang Chulan's words, which subtly jabbed at him for not arriving earlier, Ren Fa could only squirm in embarrassment.

Uncle Jiu watched the scene from the side, finding it quite amusing, but he said nothing.

After all, Ren Fa had indeed been a bit out of line—inviting him over yet dragging his feet until this hour. It was truly excessive.

And Ren Fa himself understood his own behavior. He must have rubbed them the wrong way, so he dropped the subject.

Thus, the four of them drank their water, tea, and coffee, nibbling on cake.

Just then, Ren Fa spoke up with a smile. "Uncle Jiu, my daughter's here. I'll go pick her up!"

Uncle Jiu nodded with a smile.

At that moment, Zhang Chulan leaned toward Wencai and said in a low voice, "Uncle Jiu, don't let Wencai speak later!"

Though Uncle Jiu didn't understand why, he still gave Wencai a warning.

Soon, Ren Fa walked back in, accompanied by a young woman in a Western dress.

Seeing this, everyone present showed expressions of surprise.

Zhang Chulan took one look and thought to himself:

"Damn! She really is quite pretty! Too bad I won't be staying here long."

With that thought, Zhang Chulan quickly steadied himself. But beside him, Wencai had already turned into a lovesick fool, his face a perfect picture of infatuation. Zhang Chulan found it utterly speechless.

"As expected, some scenes from the movie really do play out."

Zhang Chulan nudged Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu snapped out of it, glanced at Wencai, and his face darkened instantly.

He gave Wencai a swift kick, making him yelp. But under Uncle Jiu's sharp glare, the sound died just as quickly.

Seeing this, Wencai lowered his head, daring not to move.

At that, Ren Tingting let out a soft giggle.

After the formal introductions, Master Ren finally spoke up:

"Uncle Jiu, the reason I sought you out is that I have a matter to discuss. I want to relocate a grave. Is that something you can handle?"

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu frowned and replied directly:

"Master Ren, ancestral graves are best left undisturbed! This is no trivial matter—are you truly set on relocating the grave?"

Master Ren nodded at this and said, "Indeed, this was agreed upon. Twenty years ago, the Feng Shui Master said this plot could only support the grave for twenty years. After twenty years, the coffin must be lifted and reburied, so..."

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan suddenly spoke up: "Master Ren, I'm curious! Since the Feng Shui Master you mentioned already said this, why aren't you seeking him out this time, instead coming to Uncle Jiu?"

At these words, Uncle Jiu also looked toward Ren Fa, puzzled.

Ren Fa replied with slight embarrassment: "That Feng Shui Master has already passed away. Besides, Uncle Jiu is the most renowned sorcerer in our generation, so..."

Zhang Chulan frowned and said, "I see. That's interesting, but the question is, Master Ren, what's your real reason for wanting to relocate the grave? Don't tell me it's just because of that Feng Shui Master. If that's the case, I don't buy it. Relocating a grave just because of a single statement—everyone knows this isn't a small matter. A grave is a person's home after death. Moving it is like tearing down a house and finding a new place to live. It's akin to moving to a new home entirely. Such things require caution even in daily life, but this... it's a bit much. And it's only been twenty years..."

At this, Ren Fa fell silent.

Zhang Chulan continued: "This matter is very important. Some things must be clarified. Otherwise, your father might come looking for you at night!"

These words made Ren Fa shudder, then he gave an awkward smile and said, "Ah! I'll be honest then. Actually, I didn't care about this grave relocation before. But in recent years, my business has been going downhill, so the grave relocation... sigh... I had no choice!"

Uncle Jiu listened and nodded thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, Zhang Chulan now understood why Ren Fa in the movie had stubbornly refused to burn the corpse. This guy was an utter money-grubber, obsessed with getting rich, even willing to use his long-dead father for it.

Thinking this, Zhang Chulan recalled Ren Fa's later death and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes. "Heh, he really asked for it."

For the rest of the time, Zhang Chulan said nothing more, quietly sipping tea as he watched them discuss.

Only after the date was set and they left the restaurant did Zhang Chulan speak: "Uncle Jiu, things are likely to get troublesome later. According to the big shot, the one who disrupted this world must have entered Old Master Ren's body. So in the end, we'll have to kill Old Master Ren. When that time comes, I'll need you to mediate. But don't worry, it won't cause you any problems. And with the big shot here, that guy shouldn't be a concern for us."

Uncle Jiu listened, and though his worry eased, he still felt some uncertainty in his heart.

Back at the Mourning Hall, Uncle Jiu immediately recounted everything. After hearing it, Jiang Zhen laughed heartily and said, "Hahaha! Don't worry, these are just small matters. There won't be any problems. Alright, from now on, do what you need to do, and don't be afraid of trouble. Besides, that thing down below will come out sooner or later. When it does, just deal with it. No need to worry!"

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