Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 718 - 435: Can I Endure This Humiliation?

Morning.

Chuchu finished washing the dishes and rode her electric scooter to school, leaving only Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong at home.

"Mom won’t be back until this afternoon," Xue Yuantong anticipated, wondering what gift mom would draw this time.

Upon careful thought, actually, there’s nothing the house lacked...

Maybe the fridge was a bit old, the TV a bit small, but for her, it was already enough.

Xue Yuantong hadn’t had much exposure to nice things since she was young; her material desires were quite low.

However, if mom could draw some nice things for free, Xue Yuantong would still be very happy.

Jiang Ning moved a lounge chair to rest, with a small wooden table beside her, on which she placed a cup of water and a book.

Xue Yuantong took the opportunity to go out the door while it wasn’t too hot and patrolled the territory.

The neighbor’s motorcycle roared, and the unruly Uncle Zhang, in a white tank top showing his flabby arms, rode out.

He had ridden just a few meters when he shouted at the top of his voice, "Don’t feed the dog today!"

Mrs. Zhang was stunned for a moment and chased out of the house shouting, "Did the dog die?"

Her sallow face unexpectedly showed a touch of joy.

Her husband had been raising dogs every day, wasting money and time, and neglecting his proper work, which annoyed her greatly.

Uncle Zhang was also stunned and retorted, "What nonsense, I just fed it!"

Mrs. Zhang, looking disappointed and impatient, waved her hand, "Fine, go pick up your son."

"I’m heading to the train station now!" Uncle Zhang, oily-faced, twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle zoomed off.

Xue Yuantong waved her hand in greeting.

As a neighbor, Xue Yuantong knew Uncle Zhang had a son who had been admitted to university last year, with scores exceeding the first-tier line.

Uncle Zhang, a pig killer with only a fifth-grade primary school education, was fortunate to have such a Qilin son and was overjoyed.

He specially brought a pound of pig’s ears, visited Mr. Qian next door, and the two of them ate pork and drank together. Eventually, under Mr. Qian’s strong recommendation, the son applied to Hui Province Architecture University—majoring in civil engineering.

For this, Uncle Zhang threw a celebration banquet, and twenty tables of guests came that day—quite lively!

Uncle Zhang treated Mr. Qian, Uncle Tang, and the Xue family mother and daughter for free.

Even though they insisted on giving a gift money, Uncle Zhang firmly refused, showing how overjoyed he was.

Uncle Zhang’s motorcycle was noisy, while neighbor Mr. Qian leisurely waved a banana fan.

Once Uncle Zhang was far away, Mr. Qian chanted, "Qingjiang river embraces the village, long summer days in Jiang Village are ever peaceful."

"Great poem, great poem!" He praised himself!

The chubby old lady and Dongdong came out next door, happening to be spotted by Mr. Qian.

Mr. Qian, startled by their bloodshot red eyes, stepped back two steps, his face filled with surprise:

"Have you got conjunctivitis?"

Xue Yuantong, who was strolling by, quietly turned her eyes aside upon noticing; she had heard when she was little that looking directly at conjunctivitis could be contagious.

She certainly didn’t want her eyes to be red like a rabbit’s!

The chubby old lady hoarsely asked, "Mr. Qian, did you hear ghosts screaming last night?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Qian almost laughed; he was a staunch materialist, a people’s teacher filled with a righteous spirit!

What fear of ghosts?

"You’re joking, I slept soundly, where would the ghost screams come from? Superstitious nonsense!" Mr. Qian scorned.

The chubby old lady, agitated, waved her chubby hand, "There really were ghost screams, don’t believe me, ask my grandson?"

She quickly patted Dongdong, who was sitting on a stone by the door, squinting halfway to sleep, and after being woken up, Dongdong recalled the nightmare-like experience from last night and cried out while holding his head:

"Grandma, I want to sleep!"

"I want to sleep!"

Chubby old lady: "My grandson never lies!"

Mr. Qian agreed on this point; the kid Dongdong was naughty, but he indeed didn’t lie much.

Yet, Mr. Qian still didn’t believe it, his wrinkles showed a smile:

"You guys are scaring yourselves, all nervous over nothing."

Chubby old lady emphasized again, "My house really had ghost screams!"

Mr. Qian, annoyed by her insistence, clearly hadn’t forgotten that the two families had a big fight yesterday. Currently, no one in the bungalows could argue against the Chubby old lady, and Mr. Qian had suffered for nothing yesterday; had he not withdrawn in time, he might have been counter-blamed.

Still bearing a grudge!

Mr. Qian challenged, "Ghost screams? You’ve got ear problems, right? What era is this, believing such things, a decline in social morals, only the uneducated believe this!"

The chubby old lady was still terrified, repeating herself constantly.

Mr. Qian, impatient, "Fine, I’ll check your house, there’re no ghosts in broad daylight, probably some animal got in, maybe a yellow weasel."

Hearing his willingness, the Chubby old lady was like seeing a savior, hurrying, "It’s in my home’s east room, come and listen."

Mr. Qian, fearlessly, puffed up his chest, stepping forward with the presence of a school leader.

He entered the Chubby old lady’s house, crossed the courtyard, and finally stood at the doorway of the east room.

The Chubby old lady and Dongdong were cringing behind him, their eyes filled with horror, and although they usually flouted rules, being tormented by ghost screams all night had left them both physically and mentally exhausted, in no worse state.

Mr. Qian, with his back to them, adjusted his sleeves, "Let me take a look for you!"

As he spoke, his right foot crossed the threshold.

Dongdong suddenly reacted, emitting a stress reaction, he screamed with his head in his hands, "Ahhh ah ah!"

The Chubby old lady, scared by her grandson, followed with a ghostly howl, "Ghost!"

Mr. Qian wasn’t scared by ghosts, but the duo frightened him quite a bit, and he shivered, yelling, "My goodness!"

The chaotic noise mingled together.

Xue Yuantong waited outside the front door, watching them go crazy, her mouth slightly open, eyes wide, feeling the world was quite magical.

Mr. Qian yelled for a while, his expression gradually regaining composure, expressionless, then filled with contempt.

He scanned the Chubby old lady and Dongdong, scoffing:

"Scared you out of your wits, aren’t you usually capable? Scared like this in a single room?"

"Still ghosts, have you lost your minds?"

"Ghost?" Mr. Qian twisted his mouth, authoritatively said, "I am the ghost!"