Zhang Yi carried the kettle and walked behind a few people.

"Let's unpack the box tonight, and I've worked hard. If anyone makes a mistake..."

The class leader raised the stick in his hand and struck the ground twice hard.

"Master, I'll unpack this tonight. Do you think you should take it easy on this matter?"

Foreman Zhou was still a little worried about the unpacking tonight.

"According to the rules, we should worship the God of Joy before opening the box. If we break the rules, something might happen."

"It's too late. I'll wait until the box is opened before filling it. All the guests I'm inviting tonight are distinguished guests. I'll be responsible for anything that happens."

The class teacher picked up the teacup, took a sip, and placed the teacup on the table.

Zhang Yi immediately poured some water.

He turned around and made tea for the foreman beside him.

"It's strange. I'm enlightened today. I've saved so many dozen times by being so diligent."

Zhang Yi lowered his head and said nothing. He took the thermos bottle and went to pour water for the masters below.

"It's not too late now. Let this kid take charge of the water pot tonight."

Foreman Zhou smiled, picked up the tea cup, put it to his mouth and took a sip.

"Pfft... the little bastard is boiling water. Where is the human? He can run fast."

Zhang Yi hid in the corner with a thermos bottle and glanced back.

Foreman Zhou mentioned the God of Joy just now. Are there any gods here?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard someone calling me from the side. When I turned around, I saw it was Brother Li.

"You kid, you are so successful today, why are you working so hard?"

"Brother Li, drink some water?"

"Not thirsty."

Brother Li pushed the water over and glanced in the direction of the class leader and others: "Open the box tonight, save some strength, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on tonight."

"Okay, Brother Li, I just heard from the class leader and others, what is the God of Joy?"

"How long have you been here? You don't even know the God of Joy. Our industry worships the God of Joy. According to the rules, before opening the box, we must perform civil and martial arts to worship the God of Joy, so that the rest can be safe and smooth."

"But what I just heard from the class leader and others is that I have to unpack the box tonight and don't plan to worship the God of Joy?"

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Brother Li frowned: "Xiao Geng, there are some things you don't understand."

"Brother Li, where is the God of Joy? I want to say goodbye. I had a nightmare last night."

He didn't know whether it was a god or not, but since he was the patron saint of the troupe, he might make new discoveries.

"Is it about Yang Dan?"

"Well, after all, I am a living person, and suddenly..."

Brother Li patted his thigh: "Hey, who can say for sure? The God of Joy usually has to be enshrined, but now that I don't have time, I put it in the utility room at the back."

Brother Li said, taking the kettle from Zhang Yi's hand: "Go, there is no one behind you right now, go and come back quickly."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Li."

Zhang Yi stood up, dusted himself off, and walked towards the backyard. When he reached the corner, he turned around and leaned against the wall, tilting his head to look behind him.

There must be something wrong with this Brother Li.

Zhang Yi didn't know what his relationship was with Xiao Geng, but Brother Li was a little too concerned about his performance.

Perhaps he mistook his good intentions for a conspiracy theory, but in this place, he didn't believe anyone except Dai Moli.

After waiting for a while and making sure that no one was following him, Zhang Yi walked to the grocery room in the backyard.

"Buzz!"

The door was unlocked, which meant there was nothing valuable inside.

The room was about thirty square meters in size, with a dozen large wooden boxes neatly placed there.

Perhaps because the God of Joy is a deity who needs to be enshrined, it was not placed in a box but placed on the altar table.

The paint on the black tomb box has peeled off in many places.

The inside is covered with red cloth, which is probably what the class leader and others call the God of Joy.

"There's nothing special about it?"

Zhang Yi looked at the red cloth, frowned, stretched out his index finger and ring finger, held a corner of the red cloth and gently lifted it up.

As the red cloth was lifted, a black and white photo appeared in front of him.

When he saw the familiar face in the photo, it was his father who he had wanted to throw into the trash can several times, Zhang Yi was dumbfounded...

Sorry, I stayed up all night the day before yesterday to change the details in the second copy. I stayed up until noon and then went to bed. When I woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning. The update was late. I'm sorry.
Chapter completed!