As soon as Shen Tang returned to the government office, Qi Shan appeared out of nowhere, switching his eyes between Shen Tang and the other person. Looking at his expression, it seemed as if he was wondering which pigpen his master had come back from, and why he was so dirty
Qi Shan seemed to be heartbroken: "My Lord!"
Kang Shi's heart skipped a beat when he heard this voice. He was afraid to see Qi Shan now. Seeing the latter striding over, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he hurriedly said, "Yuan Liang, it's not what you think..."
Shen Tang also subconsciously said: "I didn't go riding a pig!"
Shen Tang would go back to the pigpen to check on that cunning mountain pig when he occasionally thought of it. Every time he muttered about slaughtering it, it would jump up quickly. When Shen Tang saw it, he would think of the good times he had experienced with his friend Zhai Le, so he kept it.
I don’t know where Xiaofang went after returning to her hometown.
Is the journey safe and smooth
Others will be reminded of the person when seeing the object.
Shen Tang misses his friend when he sees the pig.
Kang Shi: "... Ride, ride a pig???"
Qishan: “…”
Does this count as self-incrimination
Qi Shan secretly took a long, deep breath, trying to suppress his blood pressure, and forced a smile - Don't be angry! Don't be angry! This is the lord he personally selected! This lord is only in his early twelfth year!
If there is any conflict, communicate it through.
It's not worth it to make yourself angry.
In a few breaths, Qishan gave himself psychological counseling.
only-
"Jishou, what's wrong with you?"
His master was dirty, dusty and smelly, but he could force himself to be patient and wash himself clean.
But there is no need to be patient with Kang Shi.
He noticed two obvious black footprints in front of Kang Shi, and red scratches on his arms, back of his hands, and fingers. Some of them even had scabs, and at first glance it looked like he had been scratched by a wild cat.
But who is Qishan
He is an experienced cat owner with rich experience in raising cats. He can tell at a glance whether the scratch was made by a cat.
Rather than saying that the marks were scratched by a wild cat, it would be better to say that they were scratched by someone. When Qishan thought of Kang Shi’s strange hobbies, his eyes immediately became very "kind".
Kang Shi raised his hand and looked at the wound on the back of his arm. It would have been fine if he hadn't noticed it, but when he noticed the wound, he felt a fine and dense pain spreading along the wound. He said with a gloomy face: "Don't mention it. I met a stubborn thief on the road. He was caught but didn't behave himself. He blamed others and bit and scratched randomly..."
"Thief? Caught?"
Kang Shi replied: "Of course I caught him."
You stole from your lord and him and you still want to escape
But when he thought of the miserable appearance of the thief, Kang Shi's anger subsided. Survival is not easy, even for a healthy adult, let alone an orphan without a father or a mother
The thief was not very old, and had no other means of survival except begging and stealing. It was lucky that they met him this time. If it had been someone else, he would have been beaten to death in the street and no one would have even looked at him.
Kang Shi: "Keep it for two more days so that you can remember it."
Qi Shan said, "I still have some medicine here. Take it and treat the wound carefully. Don't leave any filth behind."
Although it is winter and the weather is cold and it is not easy for filth to breed, those thieves who mix in the lower class do not like to clean themselves. Their bodies are dirty, sour and smelly. Who knows what their hands have touched and what kind of dirt is hidden under their nails
Qi Shan is a shit scooper. No matter how good his relationship with Su Shang is, he is bound to be scratched during daily interactions (such as giving Su Shang a bath), so he always has blood-activating and muscle-regenerating medicine on hand.
Kang Shi nodded.
Most of the ruins of the main hall of the government office have been cleared, and the sorted scrolls have been moved to a temporary tent.
Why not put it in another room
Haha, because most of the other rooms in the government office had collapsed and were basically uninhabitable, Shen Tang wanted to curse when he heard this.
Qishan rushed back after hearing the news.
“… Then where do I stay tonight?”
Qi Shan said, "My Lord, please stay in the tent for one night. I have already sent people to clean up other places and we will move there tomorrow."
The local tyrants were dealt with and their houses were vacated. After a little cleaning, they could be used as temporary residences.
Shen Tang: “…”
If I had known this—
When attacking those families, she restrained herself a little. Shen Tang made a bitter face, took a shower in the makeshift tent, changed into clean clothes, ate a little food, and prepared to continue the night battle.
Why-
When will she be able to rest freely
Looking at the pile of scrolls that were barely being put down, Shen Tang held her chin in a trance. Perhaps she knew how to split herself into several people. Thinking of this, Shen Tang, who was suddenly possessed by the second-year syndrome, put down the pen in her hand and formed seals with her hands.
"Kaigei Nie Xinmoji!"
Qi Shan, holding a pile of new bamboo slips in one hand and opening the tent curtain with the other, said: "...???"
Shen Tang quickly put down his hands.
"Why didn't Yuanliang inform you when he came in?"
As an artist with a middle school soul burning in her body, she also felt that this scene made her so embarrassed that she could carve out a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.
Qishan said: "It has been reported."
Shen Tang: “…”
Fortunately, Qi Shan did not ask Shen Tang what that strange gesture meant, nor did he ask her what she was mumbling.
It's normal if you think about it. The accent varies every ten miles, and the customs vary every hundred miles. Even Qishan can't know all the dialects.
But this time, the second-year syndrome gave Shen Tang some inspiration.
She grabbed the pen and looked at Qi Shan's profile as he lowered his head to deal with a letter not far away, and a bold idea emerged in her mind.
"Yuanliang."
"My lord," Qi Shan was good at multitasking. While focusing on his duties, he also responded to Shen Tang, "Shan, listen."
"Does Yuanliang have a spirit of words that can be transformed into an external body?"
Qishan picked up the pen and paused slightly.
He didn't say anything but just looked up at Shen Tang.
Everything is implied.
My Lord, which word of spirit do you want to harm
Shen Tang read the above information from his subtle eyes, and immediately curled his lips and said, "What's that look, Yuanliang? I just think there are too many things to deal with. With just a few people, how long will it take to handle them all? Don't you think so?"
Qi Shan said calmly: "If the Lord had not said these words just now, could you have read two more copies and agreed with them?"
Shen Tang: “…”
Pressed: "Just tell me if there is such a spirit of words!"
Qishan said: "Yes, but it is not easy to learn."
Multitasking is not easy to master.
and-
Qi Shan had never expected that his lord wanted to learn it so that more people could handle the piled up documents. This was too extravagant.
Half an hour later.
Kang Shi brought the household register for today to Shen Tang for review, and opened the curtain of the simple tent, and suddenly saw three masters! ! ! The three masters looked up at him at the same time, smiled at him at the same time, and waved at the same time.
At the same time, he called out to him, "Jishou is here."
Kang Shi: “…”
It is not correct to say that there are three lords.
One of them is normal, but the other two can be seen at a glance to be condensed from literary energy, and should be the incarnation of literary energy.
Kang Shi immediately turned his gaze to Qi Shan.
Qi Shan turned his face away, avoiding his gaze and asked.
Kang Shi: “…”
It was the first time he saw someone willing to waste the huge amount of literary energy of the "three-minded" word spirit and summon the literary energy incarnation just to rush through government affairs. My lord, you are really a ruthless person!
Seeing that his expression was indescribable, Shen Tang asked, "Don't you think this method is very effective, Ji Shou?"
She was still waiting for Kang Shi's praise.
Kang Shi nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, there is."
The number of scrolls piled up in the tent was visibly reduced.
"That's good." Shen Tang was a little proud of himself. He thought he was a little genius. He asked, "Has Ji Shou never thought about it before?"
Is she really a unique genius
Kang Shi's expression was hard to describe: "Any word spirit that incarnates literary energy not only consumes a lot of literary energy, but also seriously damages the mind. Literary scholars are different from martial warriors. Their literary energy recovers more slowly. Generally, no literary scholar would do this..."
The martial spirit of a warrior is physically taxing, while the literary spirit of a scholar is mentally taxing. If they are overused, they will suffer from splitting headaches. It is not necessary to work three jobs to earn one salary, right? Kang Shi did not understand this kind of involution.
"There is absolutely no need to fight so hard."
Reject malicious involution in the workplace.
Shen Tang: “…”
The result of extravagantly abusing the incarnation of literary energy in handling government affairs was that Shen Tang almost couldn't get up the next day. It was as if eight hundred Gong Xichou were swinging hammers at her left brain, and eight hundred Zhai Xiaofang were swinging hammers at her right brain, and her head was buzzing.
Redundant and unnecessary memories are fighting in my mind.
She stood there like a salted fish, motionless.
It took me a while to recover.
"It is indeed necessary to be cautious when using the incarnation of literary energy during overtime work." Shen Tang somewhat understood the fundamental reason why it was not popular among scholars to use the incarnation of literary energy to engage in internal competition in the workplace. If you don't have the physique of "Naruda", don't try this thing lightly.
Shen Tang's life has been very regular recently.
Open eyes, get up, get dressed, wash, have breakfast, work, eat two pancakes to fill the stomach when hungry, continue working, work until the sun is high in the sky and then set, take a break, eat breakfast, continue working, work until the moon is at its highest point in the sky.
Shen Tang was deeply suspicious. If she continued with this lifestyle, He Yin would not be built up yet. She would either suffer from a herniated disc or hemorrhoids... Thinking back to the past, she was not such a social animal when the editor urged her to submit her manuscripts!!!
I have been busy for several days and didn’t even know what day it was.
After finally getting a break, Shen Tang finally escaped from the ocean of work and stretched himself. Not far away, two incarnations of literary energy, "Shen Tang", were pounding their shoulders, pinching their noses, and relaxing their stiff limbs.
Yes, the embodiment of literary spirit.
Shen Tang found that after using the Wen Qi Avatar for three or four hours, he only had a headache for a quarter of an hour the next morning, and the duration of the headache gradually shortened as he became more proficient in using it. Shen Tang did not hesitate to start the ultimate involution mode of the workplace lord!
Exchange a quarter of an hour of headache for eight hours of efficiency.
It’s so damn worth it!
The more you use it, the more addictive it becomes!
"Hiss - after being busy for another half a month, I will be able to relax a little -" Shen Tang did stretching exercises facing the lotus pond.
Although most of the Zhang family's mansion was destroyed, the remaining part was still exquisite and luxurious. Take the small lotus pond in front of us for example. It took a huge amount of manpower to bring in fresh water from the moat outside the city, and a huge piece of warm jade was placed at the bottom of the lotus pond.
Before the fall of Zhang, maids and servants would surround the lotus pond with huge silks or burn charcoal fires every day. After generations of improvement, the lotus pond has blooming lotuses all year round, and the green is still beautiful. You can still smell the fresh lotus fragrance now.
"Mr. Shen."
It was the familiar clerk from that day.
Shen Tang: "What's the matter?"
The implication is that if you have nothing to do, go to work.
Don’t you see that even she, the county magistrate, is so curry
"Mr. Shen, how should we deal with the beggar we captured that day?"
Shen Tang had been so busy these past few days, working day and night, that his perception of time had slowed down. He couldn't remember how long the little beggar had been locked up, so he asked, "How many days?"
The clerk replied, "Six days."
Shen Tang was shocked when he heard this: "Six days?"
This level is a bit long.
After a few days, probably because he had learned his lesson enough, Shen Tang asked the clerk to release the man. Keeping him in prison would mean he would have to give himself another mouth to feed.
The clerk received the order and was about to go down when he was stopped. She said, "Wait a minute—bring the beggar over here."
"only."
The clerk took the order and left.
Shen Tang had rested enough and continued to work.
The incarnation of Wen Qi was still busy. It was not good for her to be lazy as her real body. She was so busy that she forgot the time. She didn't even know when the clerk brought the beggar in or how long he had been waiting outside the door.
When she realized it, it was darker outside than before.
"Come in."
The clerk bowed and said, "Yes."
After saying this, he winked at the beggar standing behind him.
The beggar followed the clerk inside, and before Shen Tang could speak, he knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to Shen Tang.
At this moment, the three Shen Tangs stopped what they were doing.
"Get up. What does it look like to kneel down?"
Kneeling is not popular in this era.
Not to mention that she was just a county governor, even if she met the king, she didn't have to kneel. She just needed to perform a common courtesy. Kneeling was only for the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth. Shen·body·Tang stood up and walked around the table, grabbing the thin beggar from the ground with one hand.
The beggar at this time is very different from before.
Not only was he washed clean, there was no peculiar smell on his body, and he also changed his clothes into a patched, but still respectable coarse linen shirt, and wore a pair of clean and warm old shoes. Shen Tang glanced at the clerk and thought that the clerk had asked the beggar to wash clean before coming for the sake of "face".
Her look was very obvious, and the clerk hurried to explain.
"This is what Mr. Kang meant."
"Jishou?"
The clerk said, "Yes."
On the first night the beggar was locked up, Kang Shi privately told someone to clean up the beggar. Although he was locked up, he was not actually thrown into a cell. The place had not been cleaned up yet, and it was damp, cold, sour and smelly. It was drafty, rats and bugs were crawling all over the floor, and there was dried feces and urine everywhere. A beggar in thin clothes would have a hard time being locked up for a day and a night, let alone a few days.
The beggar was locked in a woodshed.
The accommodation conditions are not very good, but they are not so good that you will freeze to death.
Shen Tang asked her: "Why are you kneeling before me?"
"Thank you, Mr. Shen, for avenging my family."
The beggar raised his head, revealing a small face with a few frostbite and scars. Although he was born thin and his cheeks were sunken, he was obviously good-looking. If he was well taken care of and his facial features developed, he would be a little beauty.
(⊙﹏⊙)
It's a girl.
Suddenly, he remembered the beggar's foul language that day. His rich vocabulary could really make the generals who were cursing in front of the battle ashamed. Shen Tang's expression became subtle for a moment. Emmm... He somehow understood the feelings of Qi Shan and the others when they were jumping up and down in front of him.
The beggar said again: "I apologize for being rude to Mr. Shen that day."
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