I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 385: Winter Clothes Festival

  "Qi said no clothes, go with his son! Dear son of peace and peace: Imperial Veterans Affairs Administration, thank you for your contribution to national veterans! The money you donated has already entered the Federal Empire’s veteran placement and With a dedicated account for maintenance, you can log on to the official website of the Federal Empire Veterans Affairs Administration to track and check the purpose and details of your donation in real time..."

  "I wish my son a happy winter season!"

  Looking at the text message just sent to the phone.

  Ling peacefully scratched his head: "Time flies so fast..."

  Today is October 1st, Winter Clothes Festival.

  The tradition of the Lao Lingjia is that every year during the Winter Clothes Festival, half of the year’s farm rent and land output will be donated to the Federal Administration for Veterans Affairs.

  This is the rule set by the ancestor who returned from the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

  Lingping has no opinion on this.

  Because he is a gentleman.

  Gentlemen don’t say good things, so money is a bastard!

  Before the spirit was safe, no one cared.

  Because the ancestors of the spirit family have been senior intellectuals for generations!

   is the generation of Lingping, because of mathematics, physics, and chemistry, this record ended.

  And senior intellectuals enjoy state subsidies.

  Even if they don’t have a copper plate in their pockets, they can live without worry.

  Ling Ping'an raised Erlang's legs and leaned on the back of the chair.

  "Winter Clothes Festival..." He thought: "Be prepared to buy some paper clothes and quilts, and burn them for parents..."

  Winter Clothes Festival is a very important festival in the Federal Empire.

  After the founding of the country, the great father was ordered to call it the ‘Memorial Day of the Fallen Martyrs/Memorial Servicemen’.

  Every year, the government holds a grand memorial ceremony.

  The folks are even more lively.

  Every family will go out to worship their ancestors!

  Just leave, Ling Pian stood up and took the key.

   Then waved to his pet, the little guy jumped up from the counter and jumped in front of him: "Go!"

  Ling safely walked out of the gate, pulled down the rolling shutter, and locked it.

  The shops in the streets are basically closed.

  Everyone went out to worship their ancestors.

  Ling safely picked up her cat and walked to a shroud shop at the end of the street.

  "Uncle Yang..." He shouted to an old man who was in the store, with his back on his back, and was playing with the paper clothes: "Excuse me, please prepare some couple outfits... and another set of mandarin ducks... In addition, the banknotes issued by Tiandi Bank will come in several bundles!"

  "Okay!" The old man with his back turned around and nodded with a smile.

  He carried his back, walked to the shelf, and soon prepared everything for Lingping.

  Next, he wrapped all the paper clothes and quilts into a paper bag and put a seal on it.

   Then put several thick stacks of very beautifully printed Tiandi Bank's ten thousand yuan bills into a bag.

  "How much is it?" Lingping asked.

  "One hundred!" The old man chuckled.

  Ling nodded safely, took out his mobile phone and scanned it, completed the payment, and then took these things, walked to the side of the road, and stopped a taxi: "Master, Jiangcheng Federal Empire Meritorious Personnel Cemetery! Thank you!"

The   driver master smiled upon hearing the words: "Okay!" She beat the watch: "Jiangcheng Federal Empire Meritorious Cemetery..."

  Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and looked at Lingping: "The son is the descendant of the hero?"

  Ling nodded safely.

  The driver's master is in awe: "Thank you for your dedication and contribution!"

  Linghehe smiled, and listened to the driver's master said: "My son? Today, the various institutions in Jiangcheng are organizing memorials in the cemetery!"

  "Many big people are gone!"

  "I heard that even the Governor of Guangnan and the Speaker of the Guangnan Doctor Council are here!"

  "Such a big battle?" Ling'an raised his eyebrows.

  "No!" The driver's master is worthy of knowing everything, and he said quietly: "I heard that? It is the real dragon among the descendants of our Jiangcheng city!"

  "These guys? Are they all rushing to be'filial sons'...... Haha..."

  Ling Pingping listened and laughed.

  But? This is the world.

  The poor are in the busy city and no one asks, the rich have distant relatives in the mountains!

  This was the case in the past? It is now? I am afraid it will be the same in the future.

  However, Ling Ping’an became curious and asked: “Who is the big man out of our Jiangcheng city?”

  "Then I don't know..." The driver master said: "Perhaps... it is probably a descendant of a hero who has been included in the recommended list of cabinet ministers after the general election?"

   "No wonder!" Ling Ping nodded.

  Cabinet minister...

  That's a big man with great power!

  Even if it’s just entering the nomination recommendation list, it’s amazing.

  The people below heard the sound of the wind, and they burned the stove in advance? It is completely understandable.

  ……………………………………

  Jiang City Cemetery for Meritors.

  A grand memorial? It is being held in front of the "Memorial to the Meritorious Martyrs of the Federal Empire" in the center of the cemetery.

  Hundreds of officials, nobles, and representatives of industry and commerce? All dressed in plain clothes? Take off their hats and bow their heads? Facing the high monument, they paid tribute in silence.

  A retired old academician, in front of the monument, holding a page tremblingly, chanting the sacrificial text.

  In his circumscribed chanting.

  There was a roar of salute.

  The well-dressed soldiers, carrying wreaths one by one, dedicated them to the monument.

   Then bow and salute, turn around and back.

  He Rourou stood at the end of the crowd. She lowered her head, wearing a plain white dress and a small white flower.

  Even so, her brilliance is still difficult to hide.

  Even on such occasions, there are still people who can't help but look back.

  "Who is that?"

  "I heard that it was from the Lion City..."

  "Three Buddhas Qi?"

  "Yes..."

  In these whispers, He Rourou remained motionless.

  She knows that such occasions are solemn.

  Especially for people like her, you can’t make mistakes.

  Because, just before the crowd, the general of the black guard was also in solemn silence.

  That is the real strong.

  Even after dozens of steps away, He Rourou can clearly feel the surging psychic power of this general, as vast and profound as the sea.

  Just feeling, He Rourou seems to be facing a mountain and looking up at the galaxy.

   gives birth to the feeling of hopelessness.

  This is the strongest among the extraordinary in the world.

  The general of the black guard.

  One person can suppress the peerless power in a country!

   Feeling his power, He Rourou sighed in her heart: "It really is a well-deserved reputation!"

  She has contacted two generals in black.

  The last time Situ He made her face the abyss, not to watch.

  And this one, like the ocean, incalculable!

  And this is just their usual state.

  In a relaxed state.

  Once you start, go all out...

  I'm afraid that even those gods will not be able to defeat such a human being.

  Because they are already standing on the dividing line between man and god.

  "It’s no wonder that the black guard is able to bind this huge country and the gods of the world, and the demons are ministers..."

   She sighed.

   Lowered his head deeply.

  ………………………………………………

  Taxi quickly arrived at the square in front of the cemetery.

  Ling pulled over and got out of the car, paid the fare with her mobile phone, and then walked over with her pet and today's sacrifice.

  The square is full of luxury cars.

  Although I don’t know one of Lingping, I can’t distinguish the bells and whistles.

  But he knows that each of these luxury cars is probably a limited edition of several million.

  "Little Jiangcheng...There are so many rich people..." He shook his head with emotion.

  Continue to move forward, the parking lot in front of the cemetery is full of state official vehicles.

  Ling walked to the door safely, took out his ID, and after verification, he entered the cemetery smoothly.

  Along the path of the memorial ceremony in the past year, he smoothly walked to the tomb of his parents.

  As usual, government officials have come to pay homage this year.

  In front of the tomb, burnt paper remains.

  Lingping put his pet on the path beside the tomb, then picked up a tool beside the tomb and cleaned it up.

  Then he sat down in front of the tomb and looked at the vague photos of his parents.

  "Father...mother..." With the wine he had brought, he toasted two old people a glass: "I came to see you again..."

  "Today is the Winter Clothes Festival, I am worried that you have no new clothes to wear below, no new quilts..."

  "I brought some for the second elder..."

  He picked up the paper bag, put it in front of the tomb, and said, "I see...there are the latest couple clothes and mandarin duck quilts!"

  Speaking, he picked up the lighter and lit the paper bag.

  The flames rose, and the smoke was filled.

  Meow!

  The kitten on the side of the road screamed softly.

  Lingping glanced at it, he laughed, and then chatted with his parents: "Second old man... I failed in business..."

  "It's been a long time since there have been guests..."

  "Writing a book...It seems that the grades are average..."

  The last time I tried the water, I pushed it down, and my collection increased by less than 800.

  This week, I just run naked.

  He understands that the website must be effective.

  He is also used to it.

  Anyway, writing books is a hobby.

  In front of his parents’ mausoleum, he opened the chatterbox: "In two weeks, I have to go to the Imperial Capital..."

  "The two elders also know...I have face blindness...I really can’t distinguish between beauty and ugliness..."

  "But...this unfilial piety has three consequences!"

   "It's really not good, I might probably make do with it!"

  Being alive, there are many unsatisfactory things.

  Even Li Taibai and Tao Yuanming, whom Lingping’s admired, are the same.

  Mr. Taibai, the Ming dynasty exudes a flat boat. Apart from being chic, he has to be an assistant for others. Although his daughters have scattered and come back, he often has to worry about his shy wallet.

  Tao Yuanming is not bent on five buckets of rice. He wants to avoid the peach blossom field, find his ideal country, and write his words of return. But after all, he has to face the reality of chai rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea.

  Ling Ping An exception?

  He is no exception.

  He knew this well.

  After all, living in the dunya must be restricted by the dunya.

  Fortunately, the materialists never worry about these things, nor do they complain about these things.

  Materialists will take the initiative to face these problems optimistically and find ways to solve them.

  Ling safely picked up the wine glass, and offered another drink to the two elders: "This winter season, the two elders put on new clothes and go out for a stroll..."

  "Hmm..."

  "I also prepared some dating funds for the two elders!"

  He picked up the pile of banknotes from the Tiandi Bank, took the lighter and lit it.

  Paper and pen burned slowly, and the breeze blew through, making it burn more thoroughly.

  After burning the paper money, the task of Lingping is completed.

  He does not believe in ghosts and gods.

  Coming here to pay homage is purely the result of tradition and cultural influence.

  Master Confucius said well: Respect ghosts and gods and stay away.

  Some of these traditional things are inferior if they are near, and disrespectful if they are far away.

  It is necessary to keep a moderate distance.

  "Go!" Lingping greeted her pet.

  The little guy immediately followed in the footsteps of his master.

  Meow!

  It happily ran to the front.

  Ling smiled peacefully.

  One person and one cat, he quickly walked out of the cemetery. He went to the door and found that there was no car, so he took out his mobile phone and called an online taxi.

  Hugging his cat, he quietly squatted to a waiting seat in front of the parking lot and waited.

  The waiting seats are all without backrests.

  So, he lightly leaned against the body of a listening car behind him.

  His cat, lying in his arms very sensibly, rubbing his arms.

   seems to be a little afraid of the cold.

  ………………………………

  Lu Bo took the key and walked out of the cemetery.

  He let out a long breath.

  "The old man asked me to come to this place to blow the cold wind... I really don’t know what to think..."

  "I don't want to come again next time!"

  Memorial ceremony, nothing good.

  Everyone stood stupidly.

  The only interesting thing is that there is a beautiful and glamorous woman in the worship crowd.

  Thinking about the woman, Lu Bo sighed.

  "Mother! Such a beautiful woman is actually a rich woman!" He became depressed.

  For him, this is undoubtedly bad news, because it means that he may not even touch it.

  After all, he has learned to spend money all these years.

  As for other skills?

  Sorry!

  Thinking about this, his heart became angry.

  Because he can imagine that such a woman will definitely fall into the hands of those dignitaries.

  Thinking of the cold-eyed and tall woman, who was actually under someone else.

  He became angry and his temper became violent.

  "Mother! Mother! Mother!" He cursed and took out his car key.

  Press the button.

  Beep! Toot!

  A luxury car in front of the parking lot lights up.

  He walked over, opened the door, and sat down in the driving seat.

  "Go find a place to vent the fire!" He thought: "I heard that recently, a group of red-haired ghost girls came to the Qiuyuan Villa in the center of the city..."

  "There seems to be a ruined nobleman among them..."

  He licked his lips.

  Qin Lu’s red-haired woman was once consumed by civilians in the Imperial Court.

  But in recent years, with the development of the animation and game industries, these women who were rarely willing to patronize by the upper class have slowly become popular.

  Thinking about this, he was irritated, so he kicked the accelerator.

  Boom!

  The front of the car hit a waiting seat in front.

  There seems to be a person sitting on that seat?

  Road froze slightly, after thinking about it, he stopped the car.

  After all, this is the cemetery of meritorious personnel, and I don’t know how many cameras there are.

  You can’t run.

  Don't say it is his second generation who is rich and rich.

   is the descendant of a powerful nobleman who can’t run.

  It must be bad when you run!

  No matter how much money, it’s useless. You have to go to jail obediently.

   "Unlucky!" he complained.

  You can only pull out the key, pull the car door, and at the same time take out the wallet.

  Fortunately, he has money, a lot of money!

  This is a good thing!

  Especially, he had seen the man who had been hit by his car, and had stood up.

  He doesn't seem to be doing anything, just a little dust on his body.

  Lu Bo laughed.

   "Poor!" he said in his heart.

  The man, the clothes he wears all over his body add up, I don’t know if there is two hundred yuan, even the reward he gave to the tortoise in Fengyuechang is more than this.

  But on his face, he still showed a false smile.

  Three hundred years of the federal empire, if there is anything, it is the words that taught these brothers.

  Then, this matter must be something that can be solved with money, and it is best not to think about other ideas.

  So, he walked over.

  "Are you okay?" he asked.

  The other person raised his head, looked at Lu Bo, and shook his head: "Nothing..."

  "But..." He said, "Be careful when you drive!"

  "Pay attention to public safety!"

  Lu Bo frowned as he listened.

  Grass!

   Actually set the score in front of me?

  He took out his wallet, took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills, and threw them directly in.

  One by one banknotes, throw them directly on the opponent.

  " Tell you to pretend to be forced?" Lu Bo thought: "Kneel down to the Lord!"

  He likes this scene very much.

  I like to look at others, kneel down in front of money, and pick up banknotes one by one.

  That makes him feel like he is superior!

  And this person...

  This young man is certainly no exception!

  After all, his handful of banknotes is thousands!

  Has his salary for one month?

  And, this little money is only enough for him to pour a glass of wine for a beauty in Fengyuechang.

  This is the gap!

  The gap in status!

  The gap in life!

   is an absolute resource gap!

  So, Lu Bo slightly raised his lips, he smiled and said: "Pick it up!"

  "This is my compensation to you..."

  He likes this.

  This makes him feel happy!

   There is nothing more pleasing to him than taking money to hit someone.

  The other party doesn't seem to understand.

   He frowned, patted the dust on his body, and questioned: "Your Excellency..."

  "Have you heard a sentence..."

  "The gentleman does not eat what comes!"

  He is very serious.

  Lu Bo laughed: "Yo! Still a gentleman?"

  "But you...are you worthy of a'gentleman'?"

  " Pauper, you are not qualified to be a gentleman!"

  This is true!

  Facts since ancient times!

  A gentleman, like learning, like learning, like grinding.

  That is beautiful jade!

  When do common people and hardworking people deserve to be called ‘gentlemen’?

  Able to be a gentleman, whether in ancient times or now, is a person who is rich in learning, rich in wealth, holding the power of the world, and lying on the knees of beauty!

  Those people are just gentlemen!

  As for this one...

  Cheap clothes~IndoMTL.com~Cheap glasses, cheap shoes, cheap size......

  Hmm...

   is the cat in his arms, which may be valuable!

  Cat?

  He laughed.

  "Sell this cat to me!"

  He took out his checkbook: "You can ask for anything!"

  He wants the ability to use money, so that the poor can understand what is extravagant.

  When he gave in, he knelt down, defeated by the ability of money, and then deprived him of hope.