Chapter 53

"Well, what are you doing?"

Xu Qinglang was just about to close. He happened to see a "guest" in zhouze's shop. He came and joked: "brother, you look fashionable."

Zhou extended his finger to the tall hat on the middle-aged man's head and said, "what does this mean?"

"The final conclusion."

Xu Qinglang stretches his back,

"just like the posthumous titles of ancient emperors, queens and senior ministers after their death, as well as the excellent, good, pass and middle grades on the final grade certificate of primary school students."

"So, this hat is what the social networks around him give him after his death?"

"Almost. It depends on luck. Ordinary people are not celebrities after they die, and they can't get this thing. Even celebrities rarely have it. In short, it depends on luck, just like you can climb out of hell, and nine out of nine other ghosts have to be safe.

By the way, I remember that it seems in the book that Qin Hui also had a high hat on his head after he died, which said, "frame the loyal and the good."

"The hat on YUEWU Mu's head is' serve the country faithfully '?"

"Pull, wear high hat to roam the street, beautiful Shi where use to wear a hat."

Zhou zesong opened his hand and looked at his right palm. He was going to open the hell gate and throw the goods in. Just now, he saw that the young girl was like a bison with family affection. The goods are worthy of being dressed as animals. They look really gentle and have a little bookish temperament.

"Will you send me down?" The middle-aged man seems to be quiet now.

"Otherwise?" Zhou Ze asked.

"May I finish the last volume of the book?" The middle-aged man took a banknote out of his pocket.

"Hey, where are you going with the beggar?" One side of the female corpse could not resist the sarcasm and said, "it seems that you really failed in life, even your relatives didn't offer you any incense."

The banknotes given by the dead are different from those burnt by the living. Of course, the number of banknotes of the dead is related to the offerings of their relatives, but there are also some boundaries. Otherwise, the richest man in the underworld can be burned by burning hard?

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and looked at Zhou Ze with sincere eyes: "please."

Xu Qinglang lit a cigarette beside him. He didn't say anything. It's Zhou Ze's business. It's inconvenient for him to cut in.

Zhou Ze took a look at the middle-aged man's "outline of Chinese Studies" and said: "I have read this book before. In my opinion, there are several obvious mistakes in this book."

"Any book with academic value will have its own mistakes, mistakes, and the accumulation of predecessors." The middle-aged man said positively.

"But what's the point of all good books?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Zeng Guofan's letter to Zeng Jize once said," don't criticize and ridicule the ancients lightly. "Although you have a bookstore, you are not a reader after all.

Mr. Qian Mu wrote this book in the period of Anti Japanese war. When he wrote this book, Mr. Qian Mu had made the worst plan to subjugate the country. He wrote this book, thinking that if he really subjugated the country in the future, someone could read it secretly in the second half of the night by virtue of this book to recall the civilization and inheritance of our ancestors.

Critical and satirical books are naturally more enjoyable to read, but if they are really subjugated in the future, when someone sees this book and faces all satire and criticism, who will be willing to turn his heart to the emotion of China from his hometown? "

The middle-aged man's head is right, one hand is holding the book and the other hand is waving.

For example, the teacher on the stage is telling the students his own truth,

is very excited and devoted.

"Are you a teacher?" Xu Qinglang asked with a smile, "Oh, I'm talking about my life."

"I am a middle school Chinese teacher." The middle-aged man replied.

"Sure enough, they are dressed like animals." Xu Qinglang snorted, "I'm going to sleep. Good night, boss Zhou."

Xu Qinglang waved, left the bookstore and went back. The swaying posture was very graceful.

Zhou Ze turned to look at the white warbler and said, "is the figure he just had very similar to the tortoise in the brothel of your time?"

"My time." The warbler thought seriously, then shook his head and said, "the flower queen is not as good as him."

Zhou Ze's answer to the white warbler was not too surprising.

The middle-aged man sat down to read a book again. He didn't seem to have the heart to guess whether Zhou Ze would agree. It's the most important thing to watch more. Maybe he can taste more on the huangquan road.

Thinking about the restlessness of this guy when he saw the young girl before, Zhou Ze was in a panic for him.

"Boss, I think he is very learned." The female corpse whispered.

"The poor scholar your wife used to hook up with, isn't it good at learning?" Zhou Ze asked.

The warbler nodded.

"I can't say that." Zhou Ze is also a little hard to quantify, only to say: "Mr. Ji Xianlin has a record in his diary that" I have no other hope in my life, I only hope that I can have several women in many days and contact with women in various places. ""The literati are lustful indeed." The white warbler murmured.

"Men are lustful." Zhou Ze mends the way.

Looking at Zhou Ze, Bai Yingying said: "boss, you are very determined."

"Go and brush the toilet."

“…………” White warbler.

I don't know why, Zhou Ze didn't rush to open the hell door to put the middle-aged man in, but sat down opposite the middle-aged man, took out his mobile phone, and casually brushed the web page.

"What's your name?" Zhou Ze asked.

The other side didn't answer, as if immersed in the atmosphere of reading.

"No answer, no reading."

"I'll be paid."

Zhou Ze nodded, and when he was trying to search the guy's name to see his previous lace news, the bookstore door was opened again.

Sister in law, back and forth.

"What are you doing back here?" Zhou Ze stood up and subconsciously reached out to hold the middle-aged man's shoulder. He was afraid that the guy would get angry again.

However, to Zhou Ze's surprise, the middle-aged man still sat there quietly reading, with no sign of agitation at all.

Eh, did you learn this time?

My sister-in-law took out her mobile phone and took a picture of Zhou Ze in the bookstore. Then she sent it to Zhou Ze. Then she clicked on the voice and said:

"sister, I said that if I read in Xule bookstore this afternoon, you don't believe it.

All right, I'll go back now. Can I go back now.

Really, if you want to read quietly for a while, you will disturb others. "

After the speech, my sister-in-law spits out her tongue and breathes a long sigh of relief, saying:

"it's very dangerous. Fortunately, I haven't had time to take a taxi, or I will be exposed."

"At a young age, don't go to those places where there's a lot of smoke. It's easy to suffer."

Zhou Ze still reminded me that even if she was not her own sister-in-law, it was just a middle-aged uncle's advice to the younger generation.

"Come on, Xu Le, how did you become like my sister?" The sister-in-law apparently didn't listen.

"And the girl?" Zhou Ze asked.

"She's home. I just watched her take a taxi. She lives a little far away. I also wanted to take a taxi. My sister came to wechat to check the post and asked me what to do. "

"And the money?"

"Money, of course, for her." My sister-in-law said, "don't worry. It's five thousand yuan. I'll pay you back when I get my pocket money."

"You return it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Yes, not me or her?

Her father was paralyzed at home. Her mother set up an early stall. Life was not easy. I didn't want to see her work hard anymore.

And oh, she was molested, molested, and molested by the headteacher in middle school, so now she is so silent.

I take her as a good sister, don't I have to take care of her a little more?

OK, Xu Le, that's it today. I'll go back first. "

The sister-in-law waved and pushed open the bookstore door and went out.

Zhou Ze sat down on the chair again, looked at his cell phone and the middle-aged man who was reading carefully.

Then he said to himself:

"he invaded the students in his class. After being found out, he jumped off the building and killed himself."

The middle-aged man continued to read, as if he didn't hear at all, but his high hat was so clear and dazzling.

Ancient prisoners need to stab words on their faces to show their identity. They are inferior people. They have something in common with the tall hat in front of them.

Bai Yingying works very fast. She can't help it. Originally she was a lady of the golden family, but now people have to bow their heads under the eaves. In addition, Zhou Ze has some cleanliness habits, which undoubtedly makes her workload a little heavier.

"Boss, I'm so tired."

White warbler took off her coat. She was not afraid of the cold. She came out wearing only a short sleeve and a rag in her hand.

It looks very young, but it develops well.

"Boss, what did he think of me?" Warbler warbler some wonder way.

"You are a dead man."

"But I'm beautiful, too." The warbler made a flattering gesture.

"Come on, it's so cold below you. It's estimated that any man who goes in will be frozen to the point of immortality. He doesn't need to eat Wei,,, brother."

"Not your boss." Bai Yingying takes a look at Zhou Ze. "By the way, your sister-in-law just came back? I heard her in the bathroom. "

"Well, back and away."

What did Zhou Ze think of suddenly,

No,

if the middle-aged man didn't feel the white warbler at present, it was because the white warbler was a zombie,

then why didn't he feel his sister-in-law just now?

The elimination method is easy to get an answer:That is, the goods only have feelings for the girl beside her sister-in-law.

The news reports searched on the Internet have no photos because they want to protect the privacy of the girls.

There are some things,

can't bear to think about,

can't bear to think about,

slowly,

Zhou Ze ponders over the taste.

The sister-in-law looks very shrewd, but in fact, she has a great heart, just like a big silly girl.

"Hello, is that girl your student?" Zhou Ze asked.

The middle-aged man continued to read without answering.

Zhou Ze directly reached for the book in the other side's hand and grabbed it. "I asked you something."

The middle-aged man looked up at Zhou Ze and nodded.

"Have you ever violated her?" Zhou Ze asked again.

The middle-aged man still didn't answer.

"If you don't answer me well, I'll send you to hell now." Zhou Ze threatened.

"After reading the book, you can go on the road." The middle-aged man stood up and looked very free and easy.

"You learn Wen Tianxiang, don't you?" Zhou Ze satirized.

"No matter how she is, she is my student after all. It's my responsibility not to educate her well." The middle-aged man replied like this.

"It means that the news report I just read is fake. You didn't invade her. She intentionally splashed dirty water on you to ask the school for compensation?" Zhou Ze pursed his lips.

So it's easy to think about it. My sister-in-law's wallet should have been stolen by the girl. I'll make up another reason and ask her to give her five thousand yuan.

A girl with a poor family and a winter vocation will bring 5000 yuan of tuition to the disco?

My sister-in-law has been cheated.

"Tell me if you've ever violated her." Zhou Ze reached for the middle-aged man's shoulder and asked earnestly.

The middle-aged man was silent for a while and said, "this is my business, it has nothing to do with you."

"Go to you, that's my five thousand yuan!"

Zhou Ze wanted to slap him, but he kept his hand, raised his hand and threw it on the other side's hat. When he touched the other side's hat, Zhou Ze felt that his palm was scalded and hurt a little.

This hat,

is so hard,

actually causes a little pricking pain in the nail position,

even if the whole person is driven to fly out, the hat is still firmly rooted in the middle-aged man's head.

Zhou Ze thought of Xu Qinglang's saying before: all talk talks speak louder than gold.

This hat,

true or false,

can't be taken off.