In the evening, Griffa went upstairs to deliver a meal again, but was rejected by Filin again without accident.
Even Pea, who went upstairs to clean, was kicked out of the room by Fei Lin, and stood at the door aggrieved, holding the broom to clean the rest of the corridor.
Feilin lived in the inn for three consecutive days, living an extremely regular life. Get up at seven o'clock every morning, go out for a morning run, and then buy two buns to bring back to eat. The talented people from all over the world who come to the school for the interview in the morning are often dizzy from anger. Go out at noon and buy a burrito when you come back. In the afternoon, the elites from all over the world who came to interview for the school exam were once again dizzy from anger, and almost couldn't even eat dinner from anger.
He is a man who doesn't know what politeness is. He speaks as if he is in a war, and he often rolls up his sleeves as if he is going to fight.
Until the third night, almost all the people who came to interview were over, and there were only three people who could get into the eyes of the film. Moreover, these three people are basically up to the standard, almost capable of serving as Zhima officials in the local area. Feilin issued a letter of introduction to them on the spot and sent them away.
After leaving the room, Feilin swallowed a mouthful of hot coarse tea and let out a slow breath. His tea is wild tea made by himself, and you can buy a large bag of it for a few copper coins in the market. Basically, there is no tea fragrance, but drinking it does have a certain refreshing effect, so Filin always stuffs a handful in his carry-on package, and can drink it for several days at a time.
He remembered that before this trip, He Yue once said to him with a smile:
— "We are still short of people here, if you can bring a few talented people on this trip, it would be great to help me share some pressure."
When he was at Yuxi Academy, Feilin’s favorite course was He Yue’s part-time political and economic class. Although he and He Yue were two different people in his heart, both of them were working hard for the same goal: all living beings suffer, so we must do something for them.
Heyue is exquisite in all directions, but the film is like a sharp sword. After being promoted to the center of power, Feilin offended many people because of his aggressive speech, and many colleagues suggested that he be transferred back to the local government. But Heyue insisted on keeping him. Feilin was grateful to this boss who smiled modestly and acted decisively. He knew that Heyue would stay up until midnight every day, so he really wanted to find out during this inspection. Bringing out a few great talents will make He Yue feel more relaxed.
It's just that the ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny.
The last time Griffa saw Ferrin, he was packing his things in the house. I don't know if it's because there is no one else around, but Feilin's tone softened a little, and he was talking to Wandouzi standing at the door:
"I caused you trouble a few days ago. Cleaning the house is your responsibility, but I'm not used to others helping to clean it. In this matter, I'm a bit overbearing."
Wan Douzi hugged the broom and said in a panic:
"No... if you want to clean it yourself...you can clean it yourself...you don't have to apologize."
Ferrin packed up his mess and looked like he was about to leave. Griffa walked up to Wandouzi and asked:
"Is your lord leaving tonight?"
Ferrin nodded and replied:
"It's better to walk at night, you can save twenty copper coins. Hire a carriage, sleep in the carriage, and go to the next place tomorrow night."
Griffa nodded and said nothing, he felt that these were not topics he should care about. At this time, it was Ferin who tensed his face, pointed at Pea, and said to Griffa:
"When I lived here, I heard people say that her fiancé died in the war, and then she was treated unfairly. Even the magistrates are not very good at this kind of thing, so I can't say anything more. But I When I was in Yuxi City, I heard the Lord of the City give a lecture in person. He said that fate exists, but it is not indestructible. Human beings should have infinite possibilities. You have a good relationship with her, so you should help her a little bit , don't want that... just flirt but not marry."
Wan Douzi's face turned red.
Griffa bit the bullet and nodded, but his thoughts were not on this.
He had actually thought a lot about Wandouzi before. He also asked Wandouzi's mother without telling Wandouzi, but she was rejected by the other party without hesitation. The son of Wandouzi's family died in the war, and this daughter has to bear the responsibility of supporting her mother at this stage. Wandouzi's mother hopes that the person who marries Wandouzi will at least prepare a dowry, otherwise the married daughter will throw it out. Without water, she herself lost her source of income.
But Griffa was just an apprentice in accounting. This amount of money was nothing to a person from a wealthy family, but it was still out of reach for him. That's why Griffa often thinks that many things may have been settled a long time ago, such as his life experience, the upper limit of what he can achieve in this life, and his relationship with Pea.
Ferlin put his bag on his back, went down to the first floor, and was about to say goodbye and leave.
At this moment, Griffa, who followed, suddenly shouted at Ferin's back:
"Reckon, are you short?"
The shopkeeper was startled, grabbed Feilin's arm, and shouted in a panicked tone:
"What are you talking about, why don't you apologize to Master Feilin?"
Feilin turned his head, his eyes returned to their usual stern look, and said in a deep voice:
"You, what will be the account?"
Griffa opened his mouth, clenched his teeth, and spoke big words for the first time in his life:
"Calculate the world's accounts."
Felin stared at him for a while, then walked to the counter.
The shopkeeper sat down on the chair, hurriedly waved his hands and said:
"It's none of my business, it's really none of my business... He's just a lunatic, don't argue with him..."
Feilin took out the rag bag from his pocket again, opened it, counted out twenty copper coins and put them on the counter, saying:
"Then I'll stay another night."
After the words fell, he turned his head to look at Griffa, and said indifferently:
"I, for one, don't like guys who just talk big and talk, especially when I've paid twenty coppers upfront. Come upstairs, you're the last person I'll interview, and I want to hear what you have to say What."
After Feilin finished speaking, he returned to his room with the package on his back.
Griffa wiped the cold sweat off his brow with his sleeve, opened the ledger, took out a few draft papers from the last page, and put them together with the ones hidden next to his clothes. Then he took a deep breath and followed. At this moment, the shopkeeper was in shock. He watched Griffa's back disappear, spat, and said:
"A poor boy who has never seen the world, knows wishful thinking all day long..."
Halfway through the scolding, seeing Wan Douzi staring at the upstairs in a daze, the shopkeeper immediately slapped the table, found an excuse and continued to curse:
"What to look at, what to look at! Go to work! Tell me about you, you are not diligent at all, what is the use of raising you?"