Nine Uncle World: Opening Awakening Traveling Frog System

"Brother, there is still some time before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, why do we start printing so early?"

Wencai cut the money paper until his hands became limp.

Starting with money paper and printing it will take away his time to play.

In addition to cultivation, it is printing money paper.

Whistling and shaking his head, Lin Chuan said: "Do you know if you are prepared? If it really comes to Ghost Festival and then print slowly, it will be too late. Besides, Master and I have a lot of debts to pay this year, so print more!"

"Don't you know that Master and I bought these materials together? Do you really think that money from the public is not money?"

"You are a boss, you have the final say!"

"Master's money, the government's money, is in your hands, brother."

"It's what you say it is."

"Stop talking nonsense, work quickly, and you won't let your work go to waste. The money paper will be printed earlier, and when the time comes, I will give you some pocket money and treat it as wages."

"Look at your depressed little appearance, just like a wronged little daughter-in-law."

"It's got to be ordered!"

Hearing that there was pocket money available, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai shouted happily.

Let Uncle Jiu, who was sitting downstairs smoking a cigarette, shake his head. How come these two bastards don't know how to improve? It's really a headache.

Time passed day by day, Lin Chuan was printing money paper in Yi Zhuang except for going out to do business.

Finally, a few days before the arrival of the Ghost Festival, I finished the work.

Lin Chuan did not break his promise, and threw twenty oceans to the two of them.

It's their pocket money.

The two happily took the money, went to the town to be cool, and returned after spending the money.

Halloween is coming.

Every household in Renjia Town is burning paper money.

Yizhuang's money paper is very popular, and many people buy it. Fortunately, Lin Chuan and others reprinted a lot, otherwise it would not be enough to sell.

There are also him and Uncle Jiu who need to pay off a lot of debts.

Uncle Nine was the one doing the trick to save the ghosts before.

Fortunately, the profit from selling paper money is enough to cover the money paper expenses during this period.

It's just a little labor, not a loss.

In Yizhuang, Lin Chuan burned the money paper needed instead of Uncle Jiu, and then accompanied Ren Tingting to burn it.

Ren Tingting cried a little sadly.

He obviously thought of his deceased grandfather, Hei Jiang Ren Weiyong.

_"Senior brother, I really didn't see it. Master intends to become the agent of the bank of the underworld. This money paper is really profitable."

"It consumes more! It's just an errand, it doesn't make money. Plus what you use, it's good to keep your capital. Don't be naive."

Lin Chuan leaned on the stairs and yawned.

Uncle Jiu is writing a letter to the people in the underworld, and the money paper has been burned.

After the letter is finished, burn some money paper and the letter and it will be over.

After writing the letter, Uncle Jiu handed the letter to Qiu Sheng and gave him a look, expressing that he was not allowed to peek.

Qiu Sheng, who was originally thinking about peeking, curled his lips and had no choice but to burn it.

"By the way, what about Wencai, why did he disappear after eating?"

"do not know."

Lin Chuan shrugged his shoulders, and indeed he did not see Wen Cai after the meal.

I don't know if the kid is sleeping or resting below.

In normal times, Uncle Jiu didn't bother to ask where Wen Cai had gone.

But today is different, today is Ghost Festival, the gates of hell are wide open.

At that time, countless ghosts will swarm in, and it will be a mess, and things will easily happen.

With Wencai's stupid character, if he is not careful, he will be tricked.

"What else can I do, go to the theater."

Qiu Sheng, who was burning money paper and letters, replied lazily.

"Pfft~cough cough!!" Lin Chuan spewed out the tea far away, staring at Qiu Sheng dumbfounded, thinking he had heard it wrong.

Going to a theater on Ghost Festival?
Are you sure you didn't go to see ghosts?

Uncle Jiu was also taken aback for a moment, and exaggeratedly raised his hand to support his forehead.

The mood is very complicated.

"What play are you watching? Doesn't this bastard know that today's play is for ghosts?"

"When did you go?"

"I've only been there for a while, about an hour."

Qiusheng blinked his eyes and answered.

"Let's go!! He Weishi will bring him back!!"

As soon as Uncle Jiu heard this, he picked up his clothes, put them on, and went downstairs quickly.

Lin Chuan shook his head speechlessly leaning on the stairs.

Qiu Sheng chased after him, ran a few steps and realized something was wrong, turned around and asked, "Brother, are you not going?"

"What am I going to do? To scare ghosts?"

I am a celestial master, and unlike Uncle Jiu, who has the identity of a ghost in the world.

Run out of these lonely ghosts from the underworld, run away when you see him, let alone find literary talents, it will be a good thing not to cause trouble when the time comes.

Not to mention Lin Chuan.

Even Uncle Jiu can't intrude.

Because his realm is the same as Lin Chuan, he is a celestial master, but his strength is not as strong as Lin Chuan.

It still needs Qiu Sheng to be the main force to drag Wen Cai back.

When others ran out on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, they were scared by ghosts, but Lin Chuan went to scare ghosts.

"I……"

Qiusheng opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything, this is so fucking.

Helpless, he had no choice but to follow Uncle Jiu to find Wen before returning.

Otherwise, it would be fun for Wen Cai to be captured by a ghost.

The gate of ghosts is closed. If Wencai's soul is taken to the underworld by ghosts, he will never come back in this life!
Even Lin Chuan and Uncle Jiu couldn't save them.

There are rules in the underworld, otherwise why would Uncle Jiu be in such a hurry.

"Husband, where are Master and Qiusheng going? In such a hurry?"

"That idiot Wen Cai went to the theater, Master and Qiu Sheng went to bring him back."

Lin Chuan answered while sitting on a chair.

Ren Tingting and Qingqing looked confused.

"I hope nothing happens."

"There is something wrong with this bastard. When he sees others building a theater, he runs to the theater."

Ren Tingting and Qingqing held back for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing.

This is so funny, Wencai has been with Uncle Jiu for several years, and he is still a cultivator, but he didn't even think about these problems.

I just ran to the theater in a stupid way.

The degree of this god-level bar is scary enough.

In other words, physical fitness is the innate skill of literary talent.

Lin Chuan felt that there would definitely be trouble tonight.

"Forget it, leave him alone, go to bed early! Don't come out if you hear anything tonight."

Lin Chuan reminded carefully.

"Oh~"

After chatting for a while, the two women obediently went back to their room to sleep.

When Lin Chuan is not at home, the two women like to sleep together.

But after Lin Chuan came back, they resolutely refused to do so.

This made Lin Chuan regret for a long time...

Lin Chuan lay alone on the rattan chair at the entrance of the ancestral hall, waiting for the master to come back.

"Good!!_Not bad!!"

"Great performance!"

In the theater, Wen Cai didn't realize that the play had started for a while, but no one around him was weird.

Chewing sugar cane while applauding.

"Oh, my god, this bastard is still here."

The singers on the stage wailed in their hearts.

While acting, he blinked at Wen Cai, and secretly waved him to go away.

But Wencai didn't react, instead he started to applaud, and the opera singer who was watching suddenly rolled his eyes.

You son is courting death! ! !