Jin Zi scratched his head in embarrassment, "There's no need to praise me so much."
"My brother is kind and upright, and he does not even bow to evil forces. He should be praised."
"Hey, sister, do you have any expression?"
Qiu Yinuo was silent for a moment, then reluctantly fished out a large bone stick from the basin and put it into his bowl, "Here it is for you to eat. I won't fight with you today."
Zhu Qianjin immediately picked up the bowl and shrank, "We agreed, you can't snatch it from me, this bone is mine."
"It's not like a dog. What's the point of grabbing a bone?"
"..." He seemed to be scolded inexplicably.
Just after eating, Zhuo Qianjin wanted to walk in the yard for a while before going to bed, but his sister rushed him back to the room.
"You go to bed early, I have an important task for you tomorrow."
"What kind of mission is it worthy of me going to bed at half past six?"
"A job that requires a lot of concentration."
Jin Zi lay on the kang all night and thought about what kind of work he needed to concentrate on?
I've tried every possible guess, but I still can't think of what he can do?
Early the next morning, Qiu Yinuo brought in a tattered cotton-padded jacket that was so tattered that it even had multiple patches on it. "Jinzi, it's getting late. Get up quickly. I'll have to give you some money later." You put on makeup before going out."
Zhuo Qianjin felt that his ears were not working properly. Otherwise, how could he hear his sister saying that she wanted to put makeup on him? How could he, a grown man, wear makeup?
"Don't be so lazy. How can a beggar be as lazy as you?"
"What? What do you want to eat?"
Seeing that he was getting up, Qiu Yinuo immediately threw to him the cotton-padded jacket and pants that were so worn that they couldn't be broken. "I borrowed it with great difficulty. Please put it on quickly. Call me when you're done."
Zhu Qianjin put on her clothes in confusion, "Sister, I've changed."
Qiu Yinuo held a small box and said, "Sit down and I'll put on makeup for you."
While putting on makeup, I told him my plan.
"We have no power. If we want to remove such a big official from power, we have to work harder than others."
"What effort?"
"Pretend to be a beggar. I passed by there a few days ago and found several beggars squatting nearby. I guess they must have been there for a long time and must know something that others don't know."
"You want me to blend in with the beggars and get information from them."
"Yes, let me know clearly the relationship network of the president of the Cultural Society, who he has close contacts with, and who he is a mortal enemy with. Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we be victorious in every battle."
"What are you doing, sister?"
"You find out who those people are, and I will dig out their dirty secrets and catch them all."
Swing Jinguang's blood boiled when he heard it, and his eyes ignited with blazing flames, "Sister, don't worry, I will definitely complete the task to the letter."
Qiu Yinuo quickly pulled him to sit down, "Sister, I know you are the best, don't move anymore."
"Sister, I'm going out to pretend to be a beggar, what kind of powder are you going to put on me?" His eyes accidentally glanced at the mirror opposite, and Swing Qianjin almost died of fright.
Why does the emaciated, sallow person in the mirror look so much like him?
He covered his face and didn't have time to scream, but his sister beat him so hard that he didn't even dare to touch his face.
"Sister, it hurts to hit someone now. Can you be gentle?"
"Don't ruin the makeup I worked so hard on for you. You have to be more careful today. Don't touch your face and don't get it wet."
"What kind of evil magic is this? Why do I feel like I don't look like myself anymore."
"What you want is that you don't look like you. Even if your identity is exposed, at least no one will suspect you. By the way, go out in a while and avoid the neighbors."
"oh!"
The spring breeze in March was like scissors, and the swing gold wrapped the little cotton-padded jacket around me tightly, making the whole person look even more rickety.
No one had come to work for the cultural gathering at 7 o'clock in the morning. Zhuang Qianjin wandered around, trying to find a good place to 'settlement his life', but he was quickly squeezed out.
A place is so big, and who would be willing to suddenly have one more person come to share their share of the food?
Therefore, Swing Qianjin nestled in the corner, watching the people coming in and out. He couldn't get any useful information all morning, and he felt even more anxious.
At noon, everyone was hungry and walking around carrying broken bowls. Swing Qianjin sneaked out and came back after a while.
I specially found an old man who had been basking in the sun with his eyes closed and meditating. "Uncle, I just met a noble man. He gave me just enough money to buy two wowotou. I will give you one."
Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, snatched the cornbread away without saying a word, and wolfed it down.
After eating one of them, it was not enough, so he was ready to grab another steamed bun in Zhuo Qianjin's hand.
He hid it subconsciously and said angrily: "How could you still grab it? If it weren't for the fact that you look like my grandfather, I wouldn't be able to give it to you just now."
The old man snorted coldly, "Give me that little boy, and you'll look like my grandfather."
Swing Qianjin choked and immediately murmured.
Knowing that he couldn't snatch away the nest, the old man closed his eyes and went to sleep again.
The swing gold is so angry that it's a waste, and it's all for nothing.
He sat down next to the old man and nibbled on the steamed buns to vent his anger.
The old man squinted his eyes and looked through the gap to see that there were fewer and fewer nests. He couldn't help but slobber.
Swinging Gold glanced at him, "Forget it, because I look like your grandfather, I'll let you eat it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man grabbed the Wowotou with one hand and slapped him with the other hand, neither lightly nor hard, "You brat, don't be as big as I am."
Swing Gold let out an ouch, and the old man covered his mouth before he could even cry out in pain.
A stench hit him, making him so sick that he almost vomited.
"Don't move. President Wenhui has grown up and touched someone's bad luck. Be careful and you don't know how you died?"
I heard that the beast had come out, and the gold had stopped moving. A pair of big eyes were staring at Chairman Chen.
The man had a big belly, a bit of baldness, and a pair of vicious eyes. From a distance, he seemed to have a mean face. Zhuo Qianjin knew that he was someone who was not easy to mess with, so he immediately lowered his head.
Seeing that he stopped struggling, the old man also started to eat half of the cornbread.
Until President Chen walked away, Swing Qianjin pretended to shiver and rubbed up against the old man, "That man looks like a big shot, and the momentum he walks with is scary to death."
The old man smiled coldly, "You know how you would be able to be the president if you didn't have some connections in your family."
"What kind of family?"
The old man saw him coming over and kicked him mercilessly, "Don't try to get close to me. If you want to find out something, go find someone else."
Zhuo Qianjin's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately covered up the panic on her face, "Uncle, what did you say?"
