He patted Cheng Yun, who looked restless and dazed, and asked him to go with the maid to get the account recording the losses that day.
When I came back to my senses, I thought to myself that this was to keep me far away so as not to block others from reminiscing about the past and getting closer to each other.
No matter what, he followed the maid who took the steward's token out.
After twists and turns, we came to a quiet attic, where there was the sound of a piano and a melodious song, singing the following lyrics:
Don’t let gold and jade hit the orchid sword, don’t let the setting sun accompany the night wind. The layers of Qiongyu burst into pieces, and the flat marks of the laurel were shaken away. The cold front comes out.
Yun Shen is smiling from a distance and stepping on the air, the gate of heaven is only open for the spirit. The branches of the red hibiscus break and touch the trembling leaves, and the three toes fall into the Yuyuan with a mournful cry. The arrow rushes to the bullfight.
Listening to the rhythm of the words, the name of the words is Po Zhenzi. I don’t know who wrote the words and Cheng Yun has never copied them.
Write it down first, and then write to your brother to prove that you did not copy the book but you are still studying with all your heart.
She thought the maid would lead her in, but she turned around and nodded to the people coming out of the building, and walked straight to the next attic.
It turned out that I was just passing by, the singing paused, and the lyrics were changed to a sad tune.
Entering a heavily guarded courtyard, the maid handed over the steward's token and explained her purpose.
The other party handed over to Cheng Yun, turned around and took out Yang Zeyuan's accounts for that day. Cheng Yun copied them one by one, waited for the other party to press the seal, thanked him and left.
I looked through it on the way and found that some tables, chairs and furnishings were damaged, as well as the yard Yangzeyuan suffered losses after being out of service for a day.
Nearly one thousand spiritual stones were damaged, and the loss was as much as three thousand due to the outage.
Cheng Yun smacked his lips. Whenever he got rich, he would open a similar one. He didn't want it to be as big as Qingxu Tower. It would be nice to have a yard.
Then he shook his head regretfully, even if he copied them one by one, he wouldn't be able to make money.
The two parties waited for the records to be collected one by one. Those who had seals pressed their seals, and those who did not pressed their fingerprints.
The three customers present that day were the manager of Qing Xulou, Chen Zhuomi and Tan Er, as well as the three departments.
Cheng Yun looked at the record book, which was well-detailed and full of red hand seals. He looked at the record book with red hand seals and was satisfied. Thinking of the previous case of the vendor, Cheng Yun also smiled from the bottom of his heart.
If the other party was not a guard in the side room of Prince Zhou's palace, the vendor's case would not even reach the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
Cheng Yun tried not to laugh out loud, but remained a guard in the side room.
Tong Xiangqi looked strangely at Cheng Yun, who was as happy as everyone else. He was the one who took the credit for this achievement, and he was just qualified to be transferred to a civilian position first and then promoted. He took the civil service path, which was basically the Ministry of Personnel.
But this new kid didn't look like a fool before, so why is he smiling so happily?
When he saw Tong Xiang looking at him, he held his hands in congratulations without changing the smile on his face.
I went back to three places to find Mr. Song, fried the remaining noodles and mixed them with fermented beans. This time Mr. Song didn't drink.
After listening to the story about the case, Song Weiyi took a mouthful of fermented beans and asked Cheng Yun vaguely why he didn't get the credit this time and was still able to gain a lot of favor.
He said with a smile: "It's not like Mr. Song is protecting me. I will be promoted sooner or later. That's right."
Song Weiyi pulled away and said, "Young man, you still look down on this kind of thing? Are you going to fight against the injustice of the vendors?"
Not speaking was regarded as acquiescence, and Song Weiyi did not push for luck. He dug another big spoonful of stuffed beans into the bowl. The sweet and spicy ones suited him.
The fried minced noodles this time were drier, crispier and fragrant, and it was really delicious when paired with the soft, glutinous, sweet and spicy stuffed beans.
Cheng Yun poured the crumbled noodles in the bowl into the jar of stuffed beans, ate it all under Master Song's glare, drank a sip of tea and wiped his mouth, looked towards the door and said:
"Since this is the way the world is, I won't be angry and sad for a long time."
Song Weiyi looked at Cheng Yun who turned around with bright eyes, "But I feel unhappy, so I will remember it, because these two things together are wrong."
Cheng Yun took another sip of tea and said, "If one day I have a chat with someone after dinner, and the person at the same table hears my talk, just pat me on the shoulder and tell me to get used to it."
Pulling out the ox-mouthed sword, the sword chirped slightly, "You're used to it, you're a bitch, that means you don't have enough strength. If you have the ability to change the world, it will change the world."
The whole body's cultivation level increased rapidly, entering the eighth realm of bone forging, "Look, am I used to this world, or is this world used to me?"
Embarrassedly, he put his feet down from the table and sighed, "That's not right. Yinfeng should know what to do. Just listen to my brother when the time comes. I'll just work hard."
Filling Cheng Yun's cup with tea, Song Weiyi regretted that the pot was not filled with the sky-high Zhuowu wine from Qingxu Tower.
Song Weiyi asked Cheng Yun: "Aren't you getting used to it now?"
Sitting upright, Cheng Yun looked at Mr. Song: "I'm getting used to it, but I can't just get used to it. I'm getting used to it because I just joined here. The overt and covert rules for hundreds of years and thousands of years have been like this, and I can't break free."
At this time, in the courtyard, two headsmen, one old and one young, packed up the dishes and sat upright.
"It's okay if I can't. If one day I can change a little bit, even if it's just a stone that changes the course of a stream or a small tree that is blown by the wind, I will do my best to do it."
Cheng Yun looked at Song Weiyi, this old man who had been a patrolman for decades, even though he looked like a decadent middle-aged man.
"It's just a habit. Throw yourself in these so-called rules, as if you are standing on a very high place, pressing down with the so-called rules, pretending to be calm and calm, looking at the new people who come in, sighing and sighing proud."
Cheng Yun made an analogy when he said to Song Weiyi that he had no intention of doing so.
It's like a girl's school girl who has been around for a long time, watching the strong men in the courtyard forcing the newcomers at the request of the madam, and still crying a few times.
Then run to comfort the new woman, say a few words from people who have been there, and persuade her to get used to it.
When an old customer finds a new love, he has to curse behind his back and lament his fate.
Cheng Yun took two pills, and his aura continued to grow, reaching the ninth realm of bone forging.
Song Weiyi looked at Cheng Yun with relief, just like when an old film-street policeman looked at him as a newbie in the industry, but with more expectations.
I am a refugee myself. As long as I can remember, I have been walking aimlessly with a large group of ragged people with yellow faces and skinny faces. When I was hungry, I would steal some food from others, until someone was so hungry that I could not stand it anymore and asked a group of children to return the stolen food.
How could a child without a father or mother return anything with nothing? Everyone who surrounded the children knew it.
The little boy who was not named Song Weiyi at that time saw that scene and immediately took out the sharpened stick that had been hidden for a long time and rushed towards the side with fewer people.
The calf of one of them was pierced, and a group of six children took advantage of the chaos and ran out.
Those people didn't chase him. The little boy only knew that the cries of the children surrounding him gradually disappeared. Maybe he ran away.
How fast can a starving child run?
How can adults who are so hungry have the time to take care of a few children?
I couldn't walk anymore, and there was only one child left behind me. His face was so dirty that he couldn't see clearly. He kept tugging on a strand of his clothes. It was a miracle that it didn't break.
They ate whatever was available. The two children were used to being hungry and couldn't eat much. They were not afraid of eating the turf and tree bark along the way.
Who cares about that, passing by two deserted villages, a place where wild dogs don't come.
The boy pulled out a piece of hard bun. He couldn't believe his eyes. He soaked it slowly in a nearly dry stream, then divided it with another child and ate it all.
The two children didn't know the direction. They only heard someone in the team say before that they should go to the place where the sun rises in the morning. There is a place called Sangling Country. It is protected by the sacred tree and there is no famine.
I don’t know how long they walked, and they didn’t know if they were taking the right path. Finally, the two children entered a village with people.
The village is home to a group of deserters, family members and some refugees from a small country affiliated with the Sanling Kingdom. The war has been going on for many years, and nearly 30 people have been taken in here, including the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.
It seems that the famine has not spread here. The mountains are still green and the water is still flowing, so there is food.
A man who seemed to have some status took the two children back to the village. The little girl seemed to be mute and kept tugging on the little boy's clothes.
After getting the general idea, the man remembered that there was a wave of more than 20 refugees before. When they met, they would grab food and even bite people, but their flesh and blood bodies could not withstand swords and guns.
After checking their bone age, they seemed to be about six or seven years old. He took the two of them under his name. It happened that his wife was infertile, so it was fulfilled.
The man's surname was Song, and he was a junior corps leader. His wife was ill and was not allowed to visit her hometown, so she ran away and never went back. They named the boy Song Weiyi and the girl Song Weiqing.
It doesn't sound good to say that the daughter-in-law dislikes her, but as a country person, she can just make do with it.
I have lived there for about four years, and there is always talk outside that it is over and there will be no more fighting, but there are always various magical powers exploding in the nearby mountains, making people in the village panic, and some people even plan to escape.
Song Wuchang was the eldest son of a family. His wife passed away due to illness last year and was buried in a nearby mountain. During her lifetime, she loved her two children very much, especially Song Weiqing, who could not speak.
After looking at the child who knew how to cook, Wu Chang took out a big knife that had not been used for many years and sharpened it carefully.
After collecting the memorial tablet of his wife, he led the two children on the road to the Mulberry Country. There was a Mulberry Tree to protect them, and it was at least safer than this.
Just as Wu Chang Song and his two children were walking away, a flint fell from behind. The village was no longer there, and no one even cried.
Pulling the child, he didn't dare to look back and ran forward as hard as he could.
A fiery red vulture that was three people tall was chewing a still panting person in its mouth.
Wu Zhang Song had seen the same costume before, and he was a monk accompanying the army of Sang Ling Kingdom. The man had lost his will to fight, his face was twisted in pain, and he slowly lost his voice.
The vulture had a sword stuck in one eye. It might have belonged to the monk. There were many scars on his body, but Wu Zhang Song was just a bone-smithing warrior.
Now she regretted that Li Cunwan was of no use. She roared angrily and told the siblings to run, and then she rushed forward with a knife.
This time Song Weiyi thought his sister would still be able to hold on to her clothes, but after running a few steps and looking back, he saw that his father had been trampled to pieces by the vulture demon, and his sister stood there crying.
The next moment, the sword stuck in the big demon's eye flew up and fell into her sister's hand. Song Weiqing's whole body slowly withered, as if she was back to the day when the two children were looking for something to eat.
Cracks gradually appeared on the edge of the sword, and a sword energy surged to the extreme. The big demon dropped the chewing monk in his mouth and flew up in panic. In a flash of sword light, the transformed demon was destroyed in form and spirit.
Song Weiyi staggered and ran to his sister's side, not daring to look at his father.
He put the corner of his clothes into his sister's dry hands and cried without making any sound.
The elder sister gently pinched the corner of Song Weiyi's clothes. As if she felt something, she slashed out with another sword energy.
After hearing an unwilling roar, the sword turned into powder, and Song Weiqing completely lost her breath.
He buried his father and sister next to his mother, and took his father's knife and a corner of his sister's clothes.
The day before the tomb, Song Weiyi dug another grave and threw his clothes into it.
Except for the personal lining of the monks who accompanied the army, Song Weiyi took off all of them for his own use.
In the past three years, I managed to reach the Eighth Level of Double Forging Bones. I had my father's martial arts background before. Being able to enter Double Forging Bones relied on the skills of the monk Wu Zhuxumiwuli.
I didn't know most of the things and didn't dare to use them randomly, so I had to leave the hilltop where my family was buried and head towards the direction of the rising sun. I heard from my father that there was a sacred mulberry tree there.
