After the night passed, Wu Zu woke up and sat on the bed for a long time without recovering. The alarm clock on the bedside had rang three times, but he didn't have the strength to get up at all.
Obviously I just want to sleep, why, why are the three emperors and five emperors Renaissance in my dreams
He reached up to lift his pillow, and there was nothing but hair underneath.
Didn't you put a history book down there
Wu Zu scratched his head in puzzlement. Did he realize the true meaning of learning? Being able to sleep and study at night without fail, and the ascension of learning gods is just around the corner
He lifted the quilt and got up, and while brushing his teeth, he recalled the dream last night in front of the mirror. By the way, he thought about the knowledge points he had memorized in the dream.
The handsome guy in the dream who didn't take the college entrance examination now only feels tired and sleepy, and falling into a dream is a laborious task. Although he has the mana support of Pixiu, Wenxi's soul has not fully recovered, and his energy is a bit worse than that of ordinary ghosts. Tong Pixiu explained yesterday's situation clearly, so he turned his head and went to see Duke Zhou.
Seeing his tired face, Pi Xiu didn't ask any further questions. He raised his hand to cover the quilt, thinking that the little thing is so weak, and he has to go to class at night, should he prepare something to make up for it
He thought about raising the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, and went downstairs with Wu Zu's study last night.
As soon as I got downstairs, I saw Jia Suzhen holding a rag standing at the door looking into the distance, looking at the sun, indifferent and melancholy.
Although her expression was demented, the movements of her hands did not stop. The newly bought rags became one after another under her hands, and the strands looked like Pixiu's torn money.
She complained bitterly, "Wu Lang will come today... he won't come... he will come..."
Pixiu's nerves jumped wildly, his body temperature rose, and it was really hard for him without Wenxi by his side.
A rag is five yuan, and looking at the cloth strips on the ground, at least four or five strips are missing, which is twenty-five yuan, rounding up to half of today's running water, and then rounding up your own property will be gone.
Pixiu took a deep breath and pressed down the anxiety in his heart. After living in this world for so many years, he read the entrepreneurial experiences of so many financial giants and learned a profound truth.
If you can’t give up your child, you can’t get a wolf. Any high-yield investment will have a certain amount of investment in the early stage.
In order to put on the white-eyed wolf of gluttonous, I didn't blink when I signed the check to buy the jade Buddha for Wen Xi. Now it's just a few rags, and I tore it up.
Pixiu, believe in yourself, you can stand it, you can do it.
Boss Pi clenched his fists tightly, cheering himself up, telling himself that life is like a drama, and no one can replace him when he is angry. It's just a few rags, and it's fine to tear a hundred more. As long as there is merit, let her tear it up if she wants, and tear it up loudly and beautifully!
After standing at the entrance of the stairs for a long time, Pixiu finally stabilized his emotions and walked towards Jia Suzhen, preparing to let her tear the rag in another place, so as not to interfere with opening the door to do business.
Just as he walked over, he heard a scream, and a dark shadow like lightning brushed past the resentful female ghost who rushed towards the door.
The little broom yelled to drive Jia Suzhen away, took the broom to clean the rags on the ground, and stammered and didn't know what to say.
Ren Jiao sighed and came from behind: "Just as Xiaojiba cleaned up, she stood there tearing the cloth. The little guy has been very strong recently, and I can't stop it."
Pixiu pressed his temple and asked, "If you can't stop the broom, can't you tell Jia Suzhen not to tear it up?"
Ren Jiao smiled: "Don't you think he's cute when he's angry?"
The merman said that the small broom over there screamed again, pointed to the rag in Jia Suzhen's hand and said sharply, "No, you can't tear it up again! You, you girl, girl ghost!"
Ren Jiao turned back and forth with laughter, Pi Xiu's eyes were white with anger, he didn't understand what was funny, did Ren Jiao soak too much in the sea and got water in his head
The little broom was so angry that he was about to hit someone with the broom in his hand. Pixiu grabbed it and said to him, "Go to another place to clean up. She will clean up here later."
"But, but..."
Pixiu narrowed his eyes: "But what?"
The little broom didn't dare to speak, Ren Jiao came over and took the little broom's hand and walked back: "Don't be afraid, my brother is here, ignore him, let's go to the kitchen."
Pi Xiu's face was cold and his body was warm. He felt that he should stay upstairs and hug Wen Xi to sleep, instead of coming down to add to his heart.
He called Ren Jiao: "Take out the rooster prepared two days ago, and kill Wen Xi to make soup later in the afternoon."
Ren Jiao waved his hand, indicating that he heard it.
When Jia Suzhen saw that the kid was gone, she tore the rag and looked at Pixiu and asked, "Young Master Pi, do you think Wu Lang will be back today?"
Damn, how do you know if he will come tonight? Lao Tzu is not the mad dog of Erlangshen's family, who can smell the flesh of others from two miles away.
Pixiu's scolding mood was unprecedentedly high, but he still maintained his elegance and ease, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "I don't know, maybe it will come."
"Really?" Jia Suzhen murmured, "I don't need him to come in, as long as he passes by and let me take a look."
"One glance is enough." She said and glanced at Pi Xiu again, and sighed, "Have you ever had a sweetheart? If so, you must know how I feel."
Pixiu, who had been solo for thousands of years, sneered: "It doesn't matter whether you understand or not. He is a human and you are a ghost. Anyway, you have no fate with him in your life."
"Isn't Master Wen also a ghost?" Jia Suzhen asked.
Pi Xiu frowned: "I have nothing to do with him."
"But I saw you sitting with your son in my arms that day..." Jia Suzhen frowned and looked at Pi Xiu with condemnation in her eyes, she said bitterly, "So you are such a person!"
What kind of person am I next door to Mala
Shouldn't someone as good as me live a rich life? Want to be pointed at by your female ghost
Jia Suzhen's sleeves twitched and Ai Ai sang regularly: "When I saw a strong man, I gnawed my teeth..."
She took a few steps forward: "Come in and spit, scolding a shameless and ruthless person..."
Pixiu: …
After hearing this, Pi Xiu turned around and left. He couldn't stay here any longer. If he stayed here again, he would really slap Jia Suzhen's soul to pieces, rushing into the Mid-Autumn Festival to eat moon cakes from the public.
Seeing that the boss rushed over, Su An put the ledger aside and said, "This month's electricity bill is a bit high."
"It's as tall as it is." Pixiu sighed.
It's too difficult for him, so don't deprive yourself of the willfulness of blowing the air conditioner to 16 degrees.
Su An pushed his glasses: "But there is already one in your room..." The abacus was fine, not knowing what to call Wen Xi, so he simply skipped it and continued: "If you can cool down by holding him, I suggest you hold him more. , save electricity and make money.”
Pi Xiu wiped his face, looked at his accountant, and thought that he had done nothing wrong when he picked him up from the bank.
"Every year the electricity bills are overpaid until the summer, so don't worry about it." Pi Xiu handed over Wu Zu's study status, raised his chin and said, "Forget it, how likely is this level to be considered for the provincial champion?"
Abacus's face changed rarely, and he glanced at Pixiu, thinking to himself, is this capitalism that oppresses the working and peasant class intentional or intentional or intentional
The question of how to count a horse is about to blurt out, but Nian Zaipi is tall and strong, and he can't beat ten of them himself. Su An can only say: "Wait a minute, let me take a look."
Pixiu nodded: "Look, you don't need to be too accurate, it's enough to be accurate to two decimal places."
Su An's eyes went dark, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly, squeezing a good one between his teeth.
Seeing him reaching for the calculator, Pixiu couldn't help but ask strangely, "Aren't you an abacus expert? Why do you still use a calculator?"
Suan: …
Su An: "Boss, you disturb my thinking."
Pixiu: "Oh, then I won't talk anymore."
Su An took the calculator for a while, and typed out a page of the draft. Based on Wu Zu's mock test's city ranking and provincial ranking, as well as the usual score fluctuation range, he finally calculated a 30%.
Pixiu looked worried at the result: "30% is too low."
Su An maintained a smile on his face: "This result is not something I can interfere with and change. Of course, if the boss eats everyone who is ahead of him, the result will rise rapidly. But... "
Pixiu raised his eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.
"However, you may have indigestion." Su An pushed his glasses and said lightly: "And given your unique physique, I suggest not to do this. After all, in case of an accident, you may be taken to the hospital for gastroenterology, and you may not be able to find it. Doctors can't find a case to diagnose and treat."
Pixiu: …
Su An observed his expression and continued: "Jia Suzhen worked as a waiter in the store to increase the number of customers, and she sang a few words in front of the customers yesterday. Several customers seemed very interested and said that they will continue tonight. Come on. I'll apply for a stand in the store and let her sing a few words, it's better than standing there and smashing plates and tearing rags."
Pixiu listened and nodded: "Alright, let's sing a little more, write all the songs she can sing on it, and let the guests be interested, you don't need to sing the whole, just sing a section, and the money earned will be credited to the account. Buy a rag."
Su An was very respectful when she heard it, thinking that it is really a mountain and a mountain is high, the monster is still an old spirit, and Pixiu is really an old sow with a bra, one set after another.
After Boss Pi arranged the money-making matters, he went to the backyard to see the rooster that was still alive and kicking not far from death, and then went upstairs to continue worrying about Wu's grades.
Looking at Wen Xi who was sleeping soundly, he thought to himself that Wu Zu had to study harder tonight, or else he would not be able to get the provincial champion, and he would be at a loss.
Pixiu will never do business at a loss.
In the evening, Wenxi finally woke up. After sitting on the bed for a while, Pixiu took him downstairs to eat. The diners in the store had just arrived, and it was not too busy.
"When did you set up a stage to sing for her?" Wen Xi glanced.
Pixiu: "This afternoon."
Wen Xi responded, and before he had time to turn his head, he saw Ren Jiao coming with a rooster with a broken neck, and chicken blood dripped down his hand, and a strong yang qi came from the surface.
"Fuck!" Wen Xi jumped three feet high, hid towards Pi Xiu's back, and asked sharply, "What are you doing with the surname Pi! Rooster! Take it away from me!! Take it away!"
The rooster's blood is heavy, and a bowl of rooster blood is placed on the ground, and you can't see the little ghost within 500 meters, which is more effective than the electric mosquito coil to repel mosquitoes.
Ren Jiao was nailed to the spot by his scream, not knowing where this was sung.
Wen Xi smelled the bloody smell and was dizzy. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Pixiu's shoulder and shouted, "I make you move every day without saying anything. What is in your way? For me? You really don't want me to live!"
Pixiu's temples jumped wildly, and he lowered his voice and said, "What is it called, you are a dead person! What life is there to live?"
Some of the little monsters who came to eat heard this, and couldn't help but stretch out their heads to look at it, and a few quick hands had already taken out their mobile phones and started posting.
The thousand-year-old demon poisoned his lover like that? Yesterday's love can't be chased, and the Huaxin old demon is as vicious as Pan Jinlian.
Pixiu didn't have time to control them, and Wen Xi, who was behind him, was shivering with the blood of the chicken, but he kept scolding, and he said in a low voice, "Stop arguing, the blood of the rooster is useless to you, it's just that you think it smells bad. ."
Wenxi: "You fart! You did it on purpose! Do you still remember when I slapped you that day?"
Ren Jiao stood beside him, stunned, thinking that this brat is really a hero, and he can slap Pixiu. If there is no leg between these two guys, he will pay Qiufu to do plastic surgery and tanning. .
Pi Xiutian was so wronged, he rarely wanted to be a good person, but he didn't get the reward, his body temperature soared with anger, he brought Wen Xi up in front of him and clamped him, and whispered: "You are not an ordinary ghost now, I just give it to you. You make chicken soup to make up for it, if you make trouble again, I will…”
"Just what?" Wen Xi raised his brows, and there were many red patterns on his white face. Like paper-cut window grilles, every strand of his body exuded a gluttonous demonic power.
Pi Xiu was stunned, his expression changed, and he picked him up and walked upstairs.
The little monsters watched, their fingers fluttering frantically to exchange information with their friends, boldly speculating on what happened next upstairs.
The popularity of a post in the monster forum is rising rapidly, and it is hanging on the homepage.
"Li Tao, everyone knows that the demon quarreled with him today. May I ask how long they can hold on? The landlord speculates that the child should not be able to be saved."
Sitting in the office, Feng Du saw the photo in the post, his eyes stopped at the one where Pi Xiu was holding Wen Xi upstairs, and after a long silence he took out the phone. Pixiu's phone didn't get through, and he hung up and dialed a long list of numbers from his office landline.
"Hey, is it the Youkai Women's Protection Association for the Weak and Small, I want..."