"Master Zhang, don't worry. I promise to hunt wherever you tell me. I'll chase the chickens but never the dogs." Scarface quickly raised his hand and swore.
In my heart, I was secretly proud of my original decision.
I remember when I first met Mr. Zhang, I felt that he was no ordinary person.
I've been serving you carefully, but what's the result?
When I begged my grandfather and grandma to burn incense and couldn't find the temple gate, they got it done with just one word.
What is ability?
This is ability!
"Okay, don't do this.
I don't believe in any oaths either.
Let me see what you do."
"I know Mr. Zhang, just watch my performance!"
"Well! You can ask me about the yard I want.
I gave you those unscrupulous things yesterday, so hurry up and deal with them, there are still many more to come.
Also, is there any news about the antique antiques that I asked Lin San to pay attention to before?"
"Master Zhang, I was about to give you a report!
You said before that we would collect antiques and cultural relics, but we collected them from people of all ages and kept them in the warehouse.
Do you want to send it to your home?"
"Since it's in the warehouse, let's put it in the warehouse first.
Seize the time and get the house done.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have room to put such old antiques!
Also, help me pay attention to see if there is a big door along the street, the kind that can open a restaurant." Zhang Junping said with a satisfied smile.
"Don't worry, I will definitely take what you told me, Mr. Zhang. I asked my brothers to go out and inquire about it. I will tell you as soon as I have a letter."
"Yeah! If there are any fresh ingredients, meat, fish or other things on the market from now on, buy them and take them to the restaurant at Red Star Farm, and let me arrange it.
Just pay as much as you need and let the hotel pay you." Zhang Junping finally explained.
Father Zhang has to buy ingredients every day, which is a hard job.
Since he had accepted his little brother, he naturally wanted to make use of him, so Zhang Junping directly handed over the purchasing work to Scarface.
He didn't dare to trick himself anyway.
After all the business was done, Scarface didn't stay much longer, and said goodbye with great discernment.
Satisfied with Scarface for the time being, Zhang Junping got up and sent him out of the yard.
Scarface was so excited.
Just as he was about to turn around and go back to the house, he saw Qin Shumei coming in from outside.
"Sister Qin, why did you come back today?" Zhang Junping asked curiously.
Then he frowned and looked at Qin Shumei, who was looking tired and haggard, and asked: "Sister Qin, how did you do this? Also, what do you smell like?"
"It's okay. I did some work in the workshop and got a little dirty." Qin Shumei forced a smile.
"Help in the workshop? Sister Qin, your union still wants to help in the workshop?" Zhang Junping frowned, "Is someone bullying you?"
It was Zhang Junping who helped Qin Shumei join the trade union.
Less than a year after Zhang Junping's predecessor moved into the courtyard, Qin Shumei's husband
Died of illness.
Qin Shumei was working in the workshop of a fertilizer factory. It was very hard. She had to take care of the old and the young, and she had to work.
Once, Qin Shumei couldn't stand it any longer and hid in a corner crying secretly. Zhang Junping saw her and felt compassion for her, and helped find someone to transfer Qin Shumei to the labor union.
"No! It's nothing! Who in the factory dares to bully me!" Qin Shumei quickly explained for fear that Zhang Junping would misunderstand.
"As long as no one bullies you, Sister Qin, although I have to move away, after all, we have been neighbors for more than two years.
If something happens, you must speak." Zhang Junping warned without worrying.
"I understand, thank you, Pingzi." Qin Shumei thanked her and entered the house.
Seeing Qin Shumei enter the house, Zhang Junping shook his head and returned to his house.
Thinking of going to the farm tomorrow, Zhang Junping took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the space.
Spread it out on the Eight Immortals table, take out a paperweight, and press it.
I got a little water on the inkstone and started grinding the ink.
Red sleeves add fragrance, and hands are used to grind ink. This is the realm pursued by ancient literati.
In fact, it is the man's lust that causes trouble.
At this time, while Zhang Junping was grinding the ink, he was thinking, it would be great if Qiu Wenyan was here to help him grind the ink.
Watch yourself writing, and then give me a look of admiration.
Tsk tsk!
At this moment, Qin Shumei opened the door and walked in.
At this time, Qin Shumei had finished washing and changed her clothes.
I had just washed my hair, it was still wet, and my face still had the blush from just washing my hair, which looked very charming under the light.
"Sister Qin, is something wrong?" Zhang Junping looked up at Qin Shumei and asked.
"Hirako, do you want to write?"
"Yes! Write a few words to your friends." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Pingzi can also write big characters? Then I will grind the ink for you! Let me take a look too. I didn't know you could write the big characters." Qin Shumei smiled and stepped forward to help Zhang Junping grind the ink.
"Haha! I just said that there is no shortage of ink, paper, and inkstones in this book. What is needed is a person with red sleeves to add fragrance and a person who can grind ink with bare hands.
Unexpectedly, Sister Qin, you are here!" Zhang Junping joked with a smile.
"If I let go of my bare hands, I'm going to scare those talented scholars so much that they can't write?" Qin Shumei stretched out her hand and said with a smile.
Qin Shumei's hands were supposed to be slender, but due to frequent work, her finger joints were a little thick, and her hands were calloused and cracked.
Zhang Junping felt a little distressed. A woman like a flower was withering at the age when she should have been in full bloom.
"Sister Qin, I can't let you practice ink in vain. I'll write a calligraphy for you first." Zhang Junping calmed down and said with a smile.
"Okay! You write it carefully. Later, Sister Qin will save some money and frame it." Qin Shumei said jokingly, not taking it seriously.
Zhang Junping smiled and said no more. He picked up the pen, filled up the ink, and wrote dots on the paper.
Suffering is the foreshadowing of flowers blooming, and winter always prefaces spring.
Presented to Sister Qin and Zhang Junping on the twentieth day of the ninth month of the Wuwu Year.
"Sister Qin, what do you think of my calligraphy?" Zhang Junping put down his pen and asked with a smile.
"The writing is so beautiful!" Qin Shumei murmured as she looked at the big words on the paper.
Her mind is not on the quality of the words at all, but on the content of the words.
Suffering is the foreshadowing of flowers blooming. It’s a good saying, but do I still have time for flowers to bloom?
Others always advise me, and sometimes I also advise myself, just wait until the child is older.
Really?
My children have grown up and I have to grow old too.
Maybe this is my destiny.
Qin Shumei was thinking wildly and couldn't help but shed tears.
"Sister Qin, what's wrong with you? I admit that my handwriting is good, so you don't have to be moved to tears, right?" Zhang Junping was shocked when he saw it, and quickly advised me.
"Pingzi, my sister is feeling bitter!" This was the first time Qin Shumei lost her composure at Zhang Junping, and it was the first time she uttered the word "bitter".
As soon as the word "bitter" came out, the original sobbing turned into howling.
Zhang Junping didn't persuade him, he just put away the words he had just written and replaced it with another one.
He dipped his pen in ink again and wrote with a flourish.
"The smoke and waves on the other side are flowing, but there are people looking for me; there are three thousand people on the other side, but there are people crossing over to me.
All sentient beings are suffering in all kinds of ways, so how can we help others, we can only help ourselves."
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Department, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to clean away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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