"Xiang Hou, why don't you take your mom and Cui Cui and go have some fun? Perfect for the three of you, take a look at the waterfall, it's beautiful, just like the Immortal Realm."
"What about you, Uncle Tian?"
"Me? I'm not going. Who goes touring their own hometown?"
"That's not right, Uncle Tian. You got the prize, how can we take it?"
"Go ask your mom, discuss it with her."
"Well... alright, I'll go ask her. Uncle Tian, come in for some water."
"Not coming in, not coming in. I'll just wait here, haha."
Old Tian stood at the door, rubbing his hands.
Li Juxiang took the lottery ticket and went inside to find Liu Jinxia who was sitting there writing funeral scrolls based on guests' provided birth dates.
Liu Jinxia was writing a draft.
It started with a thick book, breaking down the birth date based on the book; the end was a fixed structure, mourning the deceased, hoping they are safe below, and occasionally blessing the living descendants.
