Chapter 41

In recent years, Tongcheng has a more famous place, not because of its economy, not because of its snacks, but because of its college entrance examination.

For most of the senior three students in China, Tongcheng simulation volume is comparable to Huanggang secret volume.

Of course, these things didn't have any impact on Zhou Ze. His bookstore has long been free from the dependence on "living business". The

has completed the upgrading and transformation of industrial structure and made money for the dead.

However, the last time I came to find my fat man, I found myself again.

The goal is very simple. The next semester is the college entrance examination. Fat man plans to do another big, pirated secret volume business.

There should be many twists and turns, and even a very complex chain of interests. Zhou Ze is not very clear. In fact, Zhou Ze believes Xu Le will not be clear.

The reason why fat people planned to bring Xu Le into the company last time and this time is that they wanted to use some of Xu Le's classmates' interpersonal relationships.

In fact, Xu Le is a middle man satisfying both sides.

It is the most reassuring thing to be a fool.

Piracy is an unavoidable part of the current domestic social life, and even the so-called "Shanzhai" culture extended from it. It seems to be vigorous, in full swing, and even began to break away from the category of derogatory words and develop into neutral words.

But after all, it's against the law. Although the current trend makes this phenomenon almost universal, it's a very troublesome thing if bad luck is really stared at.

Zhou Ze refused the fat man, who left unhappily. When he left, the fat man standing at the door lit a cigarette, touched his gold chain, and scolded:

"Sabi."

Zhou Ze continued to sit behind the counter and read. The visit of fat people was nothing more than an episode in his life during this period.

As usual, after cleaning the bookstore, the female corpse sits on the chair and closes her eyes, leaning against the wall, as if she is in a daze or sleeping.

The life of the two people was like the old lady's foot binding.

Zhou Ze is happy and thinks of what he expected most in his last life. He lives in this way, wasting his time, reading books and being dazed.

You don't need to be ready to face the emergency number at any time, and you don't need to urge yourself to climb up bit by bit.

For the female corpse, she has been lying in the coffin for 200 years. She has been used to being dull and silent for a long time. Now, it's just drizzle.

Compared with the "calm like water" of the bookstore, Xu Qinglang is much more ambitious. He is rich in wealth and has no great pursuit for metaphysics. Instead, he thinks about how to make money and develop by his own ability.

Therefore, Xu Qinglang is not happy with the decadent wind of the master and servant next door!

"Look at you. You don't want to be like a dead man every day." Xu Qinglang, after a day's work as usual, came to smoke a cigarette and brought Zhou Zepu some sarcasm.

"I am a dead man." Zhou Ze waved and puffed out a cigarette ring.

"Look at you. People who have lived for two lives don't have much money now. I'm a man with more than 20 suites. I'm still struggling."

As a rule, you have to brag about yourself after belittling Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang and said with a smile, "are you preparing a dowry for yourself?"

"There is no ivory in the dog's mouth." Xu Qinglang raised his head and looked at the night sky (roof), "I think I'll have a more comfortable life when I'm old-age in the future."

"More than 20 sets of Yangzhai attract the ghost lady to take you back to the big sedan chair to get married. You should work harder to earn more money and buy more houses. Next time you want to fight for a female ghost king, you think it's right for you. I can get along with you.

Don't forget to be rich. "

"Ha ha." The female corpse sleeping next to her works well with her boss.

"It's almost eight o'clock. I have to get ready." Xu Qinglang looked at the time and said.

"What to do?" Zhou Ze has some accidents.

In general, Xu Qinglang had a very early rest in the evening.

"Today is the day when the Confucian temple opens. Isn't it just a few months after the college entrance examination? I have a relative and child in my hometown who asked me to help him burn incense in the Confucian temple."

"Would you like to go too?" Zhou Ze knows Xu Qinglang's temperament, saying that he is indifferent to selfishness and has passed some time, but he is always too lazy to deal with other things besides making money.

"When I was a child, I ate his family's food and received his family's relief. Otherwise, I didn't know if I could live until the demolition, so I had to pay back the human feelings." Xu Qinglang is serious.

"Well." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Or shall we go together?" Xu Qinglang suddenly invited, "help me to grab the first fragrance?"

"The Confucian temple is also rare in its fragrance?"

"Hey, it's a good show, isn't it?""I'm not strong." Zhou Ze has seen how crazy those people are. He can't eat his body. Unless he uses his fingernails to open the way, he can't put all the people around him down?

"Please her." Xu Qinglang pointed to the female corpse. "She is as strong as a cow. Help me carry a wave."

The corpse frowned, ready for irony.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" Xu Qinglang picks his eyebrows.

The words on the mouth of the female corpse were immediately swallowed, and for a time there was a smile like a flower.

These days, she never went out of the bookstore.

No way, Zhou Ze can only nod his head and promise. He doesn't trust the female corpse to run out alone. Don't see that she is as considerate as a maid and maid. Her heart is separated from her belly. What's more, there is no "heart" zombie?

Zhou Ze even believes that if one day his ability disappears, the first one to eat up his flesh and blood may be the female corpse who is now servile to himself.

The three people took a taxi to the Confucian temple. Outside the temple, they said it was a bit exaggerated, but it was also surrounded by three layers inside and outside.

Xu Qinglang met his relative and his wife outside the Confucian temple. They looked very loyal and honest.

Of course, their son didn't come. Everyone is now fighting for a lottery. But no one really lacks the heart to believe that this can really be a high school. There are basically no students at the scene. They should all study at home and so on.

The Confucian temple in the whole city is after the Spring Festival. As for why it wasn't put before the Spring Festival, it may be that the masters of the Confucian temple think it's a bit humiliating to compete with those cattle ghosts, snake gods, mountain spirits and wild monsters for incense during the Spring Festival.

It's better to see that there are few cars and horses left in front of your door in the next few years. But I believe in people like a cloud here, which shows the b-grid.

As for the specific reasons and other parts of the country, Zhou Ze is not clear. The meaning of customs is the inexplicable rules. Who can say clearly?

Just as the Internet is so hot these days, there's no reason to talk about the so-called custom of the daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law affairs at the father-in-law wedding next door to Tongcheng.

With a sound of "squeak", the red wood door was opened, and the parents waiting outside for a while turned into "fierce beasts" and rushed into the Confucian temple.

The female corpse was the first, Xu Qinglang and his relatives followed closely, with Zhao Zilong in Changbanpo.

Zhou Ze didn't follow him to join the party, so he squatted on the curb outside and smoked.

Smoking, Zhou Ze accidentally found that his cigarette end suddenly went out.

Zhou Ze re order, but then smoke, but all of a sudden become no AIDS no taste.

"Ha ha." Zhou Ze dropped the cigarette end and looked around. He knew that his cigarette was worshipped as incense.

If you don't eat fragrance and pay attention to tribute,

it's just for smoking this mortal cigarette,

you don't know which way it is.

Zhou Ze, of course, didn't dare to rob me for smoking. He was a stowaway a month ago and turned into a temporary worker half a month later. There was no such anger as "chicken and dog rise to the sky" or "this road is my way".

"Bang!"

A gong sounds,

in this night, it seems so abrupt and harsh.

Zhou Ze follows the sound and looks at it.

in the flower bed behind the Confucian temple, a dwarf old man comes out. The old man has a gong in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. He jumps out.

The old man also glanced at Zhou Ze, opened his mouth and spit out a cigarette ring, as if to thank Zhou Ze for his cigarette.

Zhou Ze also smiled, lit all the remaining cigarettes in his hand with a lighter, and put them on the ground one by one, leaving only one to smoke by himself.

Soon, the smoke on the ground went out, and the old dwarf danced more happily. It seemed that he was more and more pleased with the younger generation who would come. His small pocket should be full of cigarettes.

The Gnome old man Causeway, behind him, slowly followed a group of people.

It's not the parents who just crammed into the Confucian temple,

it's a group of weird people.

The first few, the feather fan and the silk towel, were staggering on their feet. Their faces were gray. They followed the steps of the old man slowly.

After that, there were two big pigtails with greasy hair. Their eyes were dull and they still followed the old man.

After that, some people began to wear more and more modern clothes. The last few, even modern clothes, are no different from ordinary high school students.

However, some of them were pale green and some of their skulls were broken. Due to their professional habits, Zhou Ze soon found out that some of the later students were either poisoned or died by jumping off the stairs.

One of them was Zhou Ze, who seemed to have seen his photo when he was brushing the news a few years ago. Because of a simulation test, he was out of order and jumped from the building under pressure.The old dwarf walked forward while knocking on the gong. The group of "scholar students" behind him followed them like marionettes,

they were like a procession,

circling the Confucian temple.

The nearby pedestrians,

no one can see them except Zhou Ze.

"Bang!"

With the sound of a gong,

"you don't need a tall building to live in. There is a gold house in the book!" The old dwarf growled in a hoarse voice.

"Bang!"

It's a gong again,

"don't hate bad media when you are married. There is beauty in the book!"

The old dwarf continued to shout.

After walking around the Confucious'temple for three times, the strange team

gradually disappeared.

In Shaoqing, the parents who had finished their pilgrimage began to come out of the Confucian temple. Their faces were full of satisfaction, expectation and eagerness.