Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 41 How did my fish die?

Maoxiang looked at the large fish that had completely lost its life, and silently drank the tea in front of him.

Things turned out just as he had guessed.

Young Master Lin is indeed resourceful; he managed to get that pretty lady out of there.

The pretty lady was not a demon from the Mao family. The Mao family did not have the ability to tame demons. Mao Xiang spent a lot of money to ask Han Baizhen Ping Si for her.

In Maoxiang's view, Lin Jiang must have made careful preparations beforehand for fishing. The only thing Maoxiang didn't expect was that, except for the very end, Lin Jiang didn't participate in the entire fishing process at all!

It was only thanks to a bunch of despicable people that the fish were caught!
Why is this?

Maoxiang couldn't understand it.

Could fishermen really deal with water monsters? That's a joke. If they were that capable, so many people wouldn't have died.

Mao Xiang felt that Lin Jiang must be plotting something behind the scenes that he couldn't see.

After getting up, Maoxiang lost his appetite for tea and snacks, paid the bill hastily, and left the teahouse.

He walked on the street for a while and saw Manager Mao, who was soaking wet, not far away.

Manager Mao was clearly in low spirits. Compared to Mao Xiang, he was even less willing to accept the water ghost being pulled out of the lake.

Upon seeing his nephew, Manager Mao approached somewhat flusteredly:
"Nephew, nephew, what should we do now?"

Mao Xiang deftly dodged Manager Mao, preventing the water from getting on him.

"Uncle, why are you so panicked?"

"Why... the Water Craftsmen pulled up the water ghost? I must be terrified."

Mao Xiang laughed and said, "That water ghost has nothing to do with our Mao family, so it should be a good thing to fish it out."

His mouth moved slightly, but in the end, Manager Mao swallowed his words.

“Uncle,” Maoxiang took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the water off Manager Mao’s face, “As the manager of the water business, you must not lose your composure like this. I still have some things for you to do.”

"Go ahead and speak." Manager Mao realized he had lost his composure earlier, and he regained his composure.

Maoxiang said, "I need my uncle to go to Hanbai and send a letter to the Zhenping Division."

Your fish are all dead, surely there should be some reaction now.

……

Inside the Shui Xing residence, Wen Xiangyi leaned back in her chair, her mind somewhat in turmoil.

The accountant was an old man who had been with Wen Xiangyi for a long time and had a good relationship with Lin Shengfeng. Whenever something big or small happened, Wen Xiangyi would consult the accountant.

Today, as before, Wen Xiangyi called him in to discuss the future of the Water Element.

"Master, we can't keep dragging this on. If we keep going like this, the fishermen will start a riot." The accountant stared at the bills in his hand and sighed deeply.

Although the Shui Xing (water element) did not suffer much financial loss in the past month or so, people's hearts were quite unsettled.

The industry is like a boat, the workers at the grassroots level are like the water, and the turmoil in people's hearts is like waves rising on the lake. If left unchecked, it will eventually capsize the boat.

Wen Xiangyi gently rubbed her head.

How could she not know this?
But what good will it do to understand?
There aren't many inner-class martial arts practitioners in the world, and even fewer who can deal with water monsters.

Cangsong is just a small town; if you want to find someone, you'll definitely have to go to Hanbai.

But after searching for most of the day, she still couldn't find anyone.

"This new Si Ping has impure thoughts. It's my fault for not judging people clearly. I still treat him like the old Si Ping."

Wen Xiangyi sighed.

The old lady had been in contact with the old strategist, and thought that even if the strategist was replaced, the matter could still be handled. But she didn't expect that the old strategist could really drag things out!
Even when the previous Si Ping was handling matters, he needed to go through procedures, but it would only take five or six days at most for the person to be sent over. How could it have dragged on for a month like this?

"I'll go to Han Bai again in a while and give him some gold and silver. I think this new Si Ping should be able to send someone over..."

Wen Xiangyi had only spoken halfway when she suddenly heard cheers coming from outside, a lively and bustling scene.

"What happened?"

Wen Xiangyi was puzzled and immediately sent the accountant out to check. The accountant left the room and returned hurriedly a short while later:

"Master! Master! Our young master has caught a big fish!"

"what?"

Wen Xiangyi hurriedly got up and walked outside.

As soon as I arrived at the compound, I saw several fishermen pulling carts into the yard.

There's a very noticeable big fish on this cart, it's terribly ugly, and it has a very obvious bead on the top of its head, which seems to be visible in the corner of its eye.

Wen Xiangyi was filled with doubt when she noticed a young nobleman walking out from behind the crowd.

"Please help me clean the fish." Lin Jiang gave some copper coins to the fishermen, who happily began their work.

Wen Xiangyi stared at the large fish in front of her, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

How could she not know what her grandson was going to do these next few days?
Wen Xiangyi didn't have high expectations to begin with.

My grandson has never learned any skills since he was a child, so how could he possibly have the ability to deal with monsters?
But now he has actually pulled the evil spirit out of the lake!
"Go and find a chef. Such a big fish shouldn't be wasted. We should have a whole fish feast today."

The accountant immediately sent someone to find chefs. Since chef number one was definitely not enough, he sent a maid to hire chefs from nearby restaurants as well.

A huge pot of fish, and then we had to take out the fish offal; we were busy as bees.

Finally, several steamers were freed up. Some of the meat was removed and stewed into fish soup, some was fried in oil, and some was simply made into sashimi, which was then dipped in sauce and eaten.

Looking at Lin Jiang waiting for the fish at the kitchen door, Wen Xiangyi felt somewhat conflicted.

She could tell that Lin Jiang was hiding something from her, such as the demon core that could catch fish, or the strength that could damage the Great Pillar.

Wen Xiangyi had no idea what her grandson had gone through on his journey from Baishan to Cangsong.

Inevitably...

I overthink it.

Suddenly, she smelled the fresh aroma of fish soup and discovered that Lin Jiang had already ladled out the first bowl of fish soup and was happily presenting it to her.

"Milk, you eat first."

Wen Xiangyi took the bowl of fish soup and saw that it was topped with finely chopped scallions and cilantro.

She loves scallions and cilantro, and always asks the cook to add some when she has soup or noodles.

I took a sip of the fish soup, but it didn't really have much flavor. The fish was too big, and the skin and meat weren't fresh; they were even a bit tough.

All the jumbled thoughts that had been lingering in her mind vanished like smoke.

Seeing that his grandmother was happy drinking the soup, Lin Jiang took another bowl of soup and went straight to the backyard.

This bowl is for Grandpa.

Watching Lin Jiang's retreating figure, Wen Xiangyi remained silent for a while:
"Soybean paste."

"The name you gave me is Long Meng," Chen Dajiang said earnestly.

How many kung fu skills do you know?

“Three things,” Chen Dajiang counted on his fingers: “Smash, hit, run.”

Chen Dajiang isn't very bright. His master from the previous generation taught him more than three things, but by the time it came to him, he only had three tricks up his sleeve.

“Teach my grandson these three moves first, then go to the street and find an expert to teach him three more moves,” Wen Xiangyi said. “My grandson is going to travel the world, so he needs to learn at least six moves.”

……

Han Siping, who was warming the tea, trembled and the teacup fell to the ground.

His subordinate immediately took out a handkerchief, intending to wipe Han Siping's face, but waved it away expressionlessly.
"It's alright, the tea was a little hot, I just burned my hand. Go get me some ointment, I need to put it on."

His subordinate nodded, turned and left, leaving only Han Siping with a gloomy expression.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a string of jade beads on his wrist. Two of the beads were cracked, one of which had clearly just broken open, its shards sharp as knives, cutting the skin on his hand.

That stupid fish... is dead?
(End of this chapter)