I am a late bloomer in the world of immortality

"Uncle." Wei Tu knew the temperament of his second aunt Wei Xing. He was not too surprised. After taking a look at Mr. Huang in front of him, he clasped his fists and saluted, recognizing this family member.

According to common sense.

With Wei Xin's identity, even if he had not "disliked poverty and loved wealth" before, he, the concubine's nephew, was not qualified to call Mr. Huang uncle.

The only person who can call Mr. Huang uncle is his wife's nephew.

It is inconsistent with dignity and etiquette to make random claims about marriage.

Although Wei Tu didn't care whether he could get involved with Mr. Huang, he would still be happy if calling Mr. Huang "uncle" would be of benefit to his second aunt Wei Xin.

This is just a small thing that costs nothing.

Since ancient times, it is easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to provide help in times of need.

Most of the investment and help given to him by the Li family and Li Yaozu belonged to the former. Although he missed his feelings and was grateful, it was not much.

After repaying the favor, he will have nothing to do with the Li family anymore.

Although Wei Xin had disliked him as her natal nephew three years ago and even hinted that "the friendship was over", she still agreed to his request and asked Master Ruan to teach him health-preserving skills.

This is no different from providing help in times of need.

——At least when Wei Xin made this decision back then, he was thinking about the relationship between his aunt and nephew, rather than wanting to get anything in return from him.

…

City God's Temple.

In the square in front of the main temple.

After hearing Wei Tu call him "uncle", Mr. Huang showed a faint smile and responded.

"Brother Wei, come with your uncle to your home. Your uncle will host a banquet to celebrate your birthday." Mr. Huang repeated what Wei Xin had just said.

He originally thought that Wei Tu would be "difficult" after he became famous, and that he would have a grudge against him because of the previous alienation from the Huang family and Wei Xin. However, he did not expect that Wei Tu would change his mind so quickly.

Such understanding...

Also, those who understand current affairs are heroes, Mr. Huang said in his heart.

Even if a martial artist who comes from a poor family has good bones and good muscles and is born with supernatural powers, it is difficult for him to reach the end of the martial arts competition and gain fame.

The things taught by the unknown teacher Wei Tu have just become the consensus of the gentry like them.

According to Mr. Huang's guess, Wei Tu went to please his uncle at this moment, probably to get a good future from the Huang family, or to use the Huang family's financial resources to hire famous teachers to make up for his shortcomings...

But for that.

Mr. Huang doesn't mind.

You can make more money, but it is not easy to meet a martial artist who is related to you and has good bones.

"Take good care of him. If he succeeds in martial arts and gains fame in the future, he will be the help for the growth of my Huang family..."

With this in mind, Mr. Huang invited Wei Tu to get on his carriage.

"Is this the country man who asked for health-preserving skills back then?"

On the other side.

After seeing Wei Tu entering the carriage, Master Ruan, who was ignored by Master Huang, finally remembered the memory of Wei Tu in his mind.

He frowned and found it difficult to connect the martial artist who had just achieved top grade in "lifting stones" with the poor country youth in his memory.

The gap between the two is really too big.

"I...Ji Yong's grades in every subject are not as good as his, even his worst in the sword dance subject..." Thinking of this, Master Ruan suddenly became angry and clenched his fists a little tighter.

After Wei Tu raised a stone to amaze the people, gentry, and officials who were watching, they, the martial artists who participated in the martial arts examination, also paid great attention to Wei Tu's performance in each subject after that.

If Wei Tu had never met him, he would only feel envious of this martial artist who had achieved good results, rather than being jealous.

But unfortunately...

He knew Wei Tu.

He also showed contempt for Wei Tu who asked him for advice, and did not teach Wei Tu the health-preserving skills in person as Wei Xin ordered. Instead, he gave Wei Tu a health-preserving skills booklet and sent Wei Tu away.

"If I had known this, I should have accepted him as a registered disciple and taught him a few tricks..." Martial Master Ruan regretted it.

If what happened three years ago were spread outside, he would definitely be laughed at by the martial arts masters in the county, and he might even be fired by the Huang family...

Just looking at the importance Mr. Huang attaches to Wei Tu at this moment, as long as Wei Tu makes even the slightest rude remarks or complains to him, I'm afraid he will leave Huang's house in despair tomorrow, pack up and leave.

"Admit it, admit your mistake, and hope he won't worry about it."

Master Ruan followed Huang Zhai's carriage and thought to himself halfway.

…

Half an hour later.

Huangzhai.

In an exquisite attic.

"Qing He, where is the gift that Brother Wei gave me three years ago? I want to see it." Wei Xin hurried back to the room and ordered.

"Second Grandma, who is Brother Wei? And... what kind of gift?" Qing He felt nervous when he saw Wei Xin's anxious expression and asked quickly.

"that is……"

Wei Xun thought for a moment and said, "The gift box I gave you more than three years ago should be the brocade box from the rouge shop in the west of the city."

"Chengxi Rouge Shop?" Qing He muttered, walked into the inner room, and rummaged through the cabinet.

After a cup of tea time.

Qing He seemed to have thought of something, stood on tiptoes, took out a dusty brocade box from the top of the wooden cabinet, and placed it on the table.

"Second Grandma, but this?" Qinghe asked.

"This is it."

Wei Yan's face was filled with joy. She took the brocade box from Qing He, tore off the wax paper seal on it, opened it, and took out a small box of rouge inside.

"It's actually Jin Yanzhi?" Wei Xun was surprised when he saw the color of the rouge and sniffed it.

This time, she went back to her room to get the gift Wei Tu had given her last time, mainly because she wanted to know in her mind what the gift Wei Tu had given her, so as to avoid any embarrassment during the conversation later.

But after opening the gift box.

Only then did she realize that the rouge given to her by Wei Tu was not a cheap thing, but the not-so-cheap Jin Yanzhi.

A box of Jin Yanzhi costs five yuan, which is roughly equivalent to two months' wages of the maid next to her.

undoubtedly.

This is a great gift.

Wei Xun felt ashamed, feeling that she had been too harsh to her mother's family in the past.

the other side.

Huang's living room.

at the same time.

Master Huang was entertaining Wei Tu. He asked his maid to brew a pot of fragrant tea and invited Wei Tu to drink tea with him.

"This tea is Mingqian Yunwu tea. After brewing three times, the tea mist is like clouds, hanging on the tea cup..."

"You can only buy one tael of such good tea with three taels of silver. If you hadn't come here today, brother Wei, I would never have let my maid make this good tea to entertain..."

Mr. Huang picked up the tea cup, gently skimmed off the foam with the tea lid, took a sip or two, and said with a smile.

For people like Wei Tu who love money and want to get wealth from the Huang family, Mr. Huang has already had a set of experience in dealing with it, which is to use extravagance to show off his financial resources, so as to make the other party fall in love and invest in him. .

The words fell.

Wei Tu frowned secretly. He thought for a moment, opened the tea cup he was holding, took a sip, and placed it on the coffee table.

Then, his eyes wandered and looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on both sides of the living room, showing that he was not interested in what Mr. Huang was talking about.