I tried to escape through the back window of the demolished house, but my foot slipped and fell into the pig pen, killing two newborn piglets on the spot.
But a piglet came out of the pigpen, and a fox was also locked up. The fox was all white, and it looked like a good breed. This kind of profit-oriented restaurant, if there is anything that is a little bit tempting, it is absolutely unacceptable.
There will be no preparation.
I sat in the pigsty and said viciously, "You are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust. Keep me here, don't blame me for ruining your business!" That night I stole the white fox and ran away.
Fox skin is valuable, and the white one is even more precious. If the skin is peeled off, his grandma will have enough money to buy a nice yard!
That's what I was thinking that day.
But after I came out, I came to my senses. I was missing in the woodshed, and the white fox was locked behind the woodshed. I must have slipped out of the backyard. The owner of this yard lost the white fox. If he reported it to the official, I could still do it.
Be a good citizen?
Just like that, I felt like I had stolen a hot potato. I threw the fox into the mountain stream, patted its soft fur, and said with great reluctance, "Little fox, I have no bad relationship with you in this life. You can leave."
Don't let anyone discover it again, otherwise your life will be at risk.
It doesn't go away.
I chase it away, but it doesn't go away. I push it, but it doesn't go away.
I lowered my head and saw that it had four iron rings on its paws and was tied with an iron chain in the middle. It could run like crazy. The place where the iron rings were on its paws was already bleeding, probably because it was struggling. I drank it and passed out.
I turned my head and never found the red blood on its claws.
I used a stone to break open the iron chain and ring. I was so tired that I was sweating profusely, and then I wrapped the wound with a cloth.
Let it go again.
It finally left.
So, I just watched a garden run away.
My heart skipped a beat, and I wanted to go back to being a prisoner. But when I woke up on the mountain road the next day and returned to the city, I learned that there was a fire in Piaoxiang Building in the middle of the night, and most of the people inside had not escaped!
I hurried to find those people who were the same age as me, but the shop owner hugged me and cried so hard that he cried out as if he had found a treasure: "You are still alive! There are ten people who have passed the exam!"
You are the only one left! Oh my god! Nine people have died! What evil have I done! Nine of the ten people who have passed the exam have died in my place overnight!"
Every time I think about this, I can't help but be glad that I didn't uproot the Niehai flower, because one action can save me. Once a Niehai is overturned, how many lives will it take to recover?
Also, if Yanran doesn't let me drink, is she worried that I will burn to death?
I think too much.
I spent the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of that year at the house of the prefect.
The impact of the fire was too great. He was afraid that something might happen to me, an only seedling of three years, so he directly asked me to be his master, so that he could firmly put me under his nose and enjoy delicious food.
After three years, he can take the Jinshi examination, so that his performance in this state will not be too ugly in the palace examination.
That's not all. He saw that I was single and bought a girl to take care of my life. Anyway, the money for the purchase can be returned to him after I pass the Jinshi exam.
This girl is Tianyao.
When I first met him, I asked her if we had met before somewhere and why we looked so familiar.
He is also very direct. Does my fur look good?
I knew she was a monster.
At that time, she was wearing a commoner outfit, without a hairpin, and without rouge or gouache on her face, but the crisp and refreshing taste was a fresh feature of Shui Lingling.
I panicked and went to thank the magistrate, but with a stroke of his pen, he threw away six years' wages on me and said, you deserve three years. The restaurant owner felt guilty and donated his family wealth to become a monk.
Go, this income will be used for the construction fee of the school, and part of it will be allocated to you as a supervisor to build the school. The other three years of salary will be used by me to sponsor you for these three years of study.
However, if you fail to pass the exam in three years, I will take back your wages for these three years!
I was very frightened, indeed very frightened. I knew that this was a gamble.
The prefect is gambling on face, but I am gambling on my future. If we put the two of us together and stand face to face, it is called gambling. Not everyone is happy with gambling. In this game, we win and win.
, Lose-lose, too extreme. It’s okay if you win, but it’s miserable for everyone if you lose.
But it's a good pressure.
Of course, I also understood for the first time that this was the power of carrots and sticks, and carrots and sticks was a political strategy. In short, the prefect taught me in a vivid way that I had never seen before.
The first lesson.
I knelt down in the snowflakes falling from the sky, and bowed to the prefect in admiration. I had nothing to repay for such a sensible mentor, I could only kneel down to thank him for his grace.