Chapter 256

When the delivery arrived,

first take two mouthfuls of bi'anhua oral liquid,

Zhou Ze began to eat it with relish.

Boss Zhou was busy with work and didn't pay attention to eating in his last life. At the beginning of his life, eating was a hard job. Now he can enjoy eating. Naturally, he doesn't pay much attention to what it is.

Of course,

who calls the cook sick.

"Life is not just about living in front of you, but also about poetry and distant fields.

you came to the world barehanded, and you didn't find the sea, and you didn't care about anything..."

There was a song at the door of the bookstore,

sang Xin was a little hoarse, and his feelings were filled with vicissitudes,

let alone,

sang very well.

Boss Zhou walked to the bookstore with his lunch box. He saw a singing boy standing by the road with his guitar playing and singing. The young man was wearing a T-shirt, black and dirty canvas shoes, torn jeans, and was very devoted to singing.

A lot of people gathered nearby soon,

while he was singing, someone put some money into the guitar bag in front of him.

Boss Zhou is like a migrant worker, sitting on the curb, eating two mouthfuls of boxed rice,

look up at the singer,

then lower his head and continue to cook.

Perhaps, this is life. There are eating, drinking and leisure to listen to songs.

Yingying is playing a game in the opposite Internet cafe. The poisoned Xu has a way to detoxify himself. The Taoist priest happily takes the express delivery, and he has an appetite to eat.

In other words, Zhou Ze used to say that if he saw himself at this time, he would be very disdainful to say "hum" in his nasal voice to show his disdain for this kind of saltfish life.

But at this time,

is happy.

Qu Mingming comes out of the bookstore and sees Zhou Ze sitting there. He squats down with him, draws out a cigarette and hands it to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze lit it, took a sip and frowned slightly. It was very strong, but it was very strong.

"I grow tobacco by myself. It has been specially cultivated. Even the cigarette holder is designed by myself. Smoking this has the effect of refreshing or Indigo root."

"Smoking can also strengthen the body?" Zhou Ze picked up the lit cigarette and put it in front of him. He took another sip. "What else? Give me some boxes."

"Ha ha, not so much. Now the medicine is expensive, and the cost is very high. One cigarette is about two or three hundred."

"It's not expensive..."

"Pounds."

"Hiss..."

Zhou Ze is a little curious: "is your family especially rich?"

"In fact, my family is not rich. Although there was a lintel in the Tang Dynasty, it was passed down slowly, but being a doctor is not a very rich profession, and it's easy to earn money these years.

Those insoles that my uncles and other elders made, which can cure all kinds of diseases,

fire therapy that can cure cancer,

these things may sound ridiculous to you, but the market is really good, but I don't like this feeling.

At the beginning, I went to an uncle's company to have a look. His company was having a meeting. A group of elderly people of grandparents' age gathered together and waved flags, like that kind of MLM organization. "

Zhou Ze nodded.

"So, I think it's very good now. I like to play Gu Chong. I play as much as I can. I like to play games. I open an Internet cafe. I'm occasionally responsible for making a diagnosis for a few dignitaries and dignitaries, helping them to adjust and recuperate their bodies. I don't lack money. I'm really comfortable."

Two salted fish,

inadvertently,

found a confidant!

"By the way, I've been cultivating demagogues. I'll finish it in 18 hours. By midnight, I can start detoxification. Your female employee is a zombie, aren't you?"

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Today is really an eye opener." Qu Mingming wants to open it, and reaches out his hand to hook Zhou Ze's shoulder.

Zhou Ze has always hated strangers' physical contact with him. People who have a habit of cleanliness can't stand this.

But he smelt a fragrance on Qu Mingming's arm, and his hands were very white, and his fingernails were very clean. This is a person who knows how to clean up. It's really like an ancient doctor and famous doctor in the illustration. He has dust buff with him.

Even if you have the habit of cleanliness,

but it's really hard for you to get tired of it.

"I feel that my life has become very interesting again. I have done a lot of research on Gu Chong. You have opened a new topic for me."

"In fact, I'm very sorry. In this world, maybe you can only see the white side before. It also has the black side. It's not good to see too much.""I know, I know."

"Today, I watched the snow drift by in the cold night, floating far away with my cold heart, chasing in the wind and rain, and I couldn't distinguish the trace in the fog..."

At the end of the song, the singer changed another song and began to sing.

"Not bad." Said Qu Mingming.

"There's a sense of vicissitudes, at least it sounds like that." Zhou Ze said.

"Vicissitudes of life?" Qu Mingming smiled and said, "his shoes, his jeans and his guitar add up to more than 100000."

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment. Before

he thought that the singer was out to make money. He had come to experience life.

At the same time, I can't hang on my face. Around the real rich second generation, I always feel that my eyes are despised.

"I'll sing one, too."

Qu Mingming stands up, claps his hands and goes to the singer. There is a microphone hanging beside him. He welcomes passers-by to sing. He will accompany you, but it is necessary to give you a tip afterwards.

Zhou Ze is watching.

However, at the moment when Qu Mingming picked up the microphone,

Zhou Ze suddenly smelled a strange smell,

it was very light, but it was real.

Zhou Ze was so dazzled that he left Zhou Zhong's lunch box and immediately covered his nose and rushed back to the bookstore.

Qu Mingming, who was just about to sing, saw that Zhou Ze was not listening to the song and left directly,

seemed to be a bit listless. He put the microphone back in his pocket, took out hundreds of yuan, put it in the guitar backpack of the singing boy, and went to his own Internet cafe.

Zhou Ze, who rushed into the bookstore, opened the door and began to look around,

taste,

that taste!

Yes,

is in the bookstore,

is more and more rich!

Something's coming in,

it's really coming!

"Squeak"!!! "

The sound of monkey smashing came from the eaves. Zhou Ze raised his head and saw the monkey standing on the beam. He held the mud in one hand to cover his nose and the Yin and Yang book in the other hand, which was very anxious.

The monkey smashed Zhou Ze in, jumped down from the top immediately, and directly rushed to Zhou Ze, and for the first time made a "hug" posture.

While the monkey was in the mid air, a yellow smoke suddenly rose and swept directly to the monkey.

The monkey smashed and screamed, and even a backward somersault came in the air.

it can only be said that this is the talent of the monkey, which can't be envied.

The monkey who dodged the yellow smoke fell on the bar and pointed to one side and kept shouting to Zhou Ze.

"Whoop Whoop... "

There,

actually lies a Weasel,

and is still sleeping.

It's hard for a person to sneak into a bookstore, but it's really hard for a small animal to guard against.

Besides, the other side is definitely not a common little animal.

"Whoop Whoop... "

The weasel is still snoring, but the cloud of yellow smoke has been around it, coagulating and not dispersing.

Weasel is also known as Wong Tai Sin in many places in the northeast. The one in front of him should be a refined one. His purpose here is self-evident.

What Zhou Ze didn't expect was that the other side would come so soon.

At the same time, I also think that the eighth aunt is stupid. If she put up with it for a while, instead of coming out in advance and putting on a forced look, the black cat will not scream, nor will she let Yingying take out the Yin and Yang book, nor will monkey smash it with interest to take it as an illustration.

Just then,

Lao Dao wasn't at home, of course, it doesn't make any difference that Lao Dao wasn't at home;

Yingying was playing games in the opposite Internet cafe, and Lao Xu was soaking in the upstairs tub, and he was a bit confused about how much steam he had done.

he was sitting at the door listening to songs and eating boxed rice.

it was the easiest time for this weasel to sneak in, if not It's the book of yin and Yang that happens to be smashed by the monkey. Maybe it's stolen.

"Squeak..."

The door of the study was opened, and the singer opened the door and came in. He was a sunny young man with a warm smile on his face.

"Putong..."

He left the guitar bag on the ground. There was some money he had just sold. If you look at it carefully, you can find some wild ginseng and precious game, even a piece of leather. You don't know what kind of animal skin is made of.

The singer bent slightly to Zhou Ze,

salute,

"it's not good. We're here to pick up the eighth aunt's milk. This is the expense that the eighth aunt's milk is harassing you. Please accept it."To be honest,

these great immortals, one by one, understand etiquette. The eight aunts before

took the initiative not to conflict with Liu Chuyu, and this one brought the door-to-door ceremony.

Does this make Zhou Ze think he has done too much?

People are so interesting,

she doesn't have any hatred with herself,

should she let people go?

Zhou Ze found that the young people's eyes had yellow luster from time to time, and then looked at the big yellow fairy sleeping in the corner.

This one is also on top.

They originally wanted to steal things directly, but after they didn't steal them, they had to follow etiquette and change their thinking.

"It's heavy." Zhou Ze said.

"Yes." The other side bowed to Zhou Ze again.

Zhou Ze smiled and waved to the monkey over there. "Come on, give me something and let them go home."

The monkey shakes his head desperately!

Zhou Ze found that the monkey has really learned badly since he followed the old way. How pure it was in the past and in the last life.

now he is also a master who is unwilling to suffer losses and only wants to take advantage of them.

"They all came to the door and gave presents."

With that, Zhou Ze took an old ginseng from his guitar backpack.

"Three hundred years of wild ginseng are not common now." Said the young man.

"Here, take this."

Zhou Ze directly threw the old ginseng to the monkey, and the monkey picked up the ginseng, which made Zhou Ze run over unhappily and handed over the Yin and Yang book to him.

"She's in there."

As he spoke,

Zhou Ze handed the book of yin and yang to the young man.

"I thank you on behalf of all the immortal families in the old mountain forest for your large number. If you want to go to the old mountain forest in the future, please let me know in advance. We will receive you well."

"You are welcome."

Zhou Ze bent down and continued to check other gifts in his guitar backpack.

The young people's eyes are flashing yellow. They don't care about the gifts. They are rare for ordinary people, but for them, they are just common things around them.

At the next moment,

he can't help but open the Yin and Yang book,

"bagunai, come out..."

Then,

he stopped.

Zhou Ze stood up, turned his back to the young man, and began to step back. When he got back to the young man,

he put his hand back and did not look at the Yin and Yang book. After a long time of groping, he finally closed it.

In addition to the black cat and a snake, there is also a very angry weasel on the cover. Obviously, it knows that it has been trapped.

"Don't blame me. You are too stupid, aren't you?"

The monkey smashed at the side and gnawed at the precious wild ginseng, nodding incessantly.

Zhou Ze made the Yin and Yang volume in his clapping hands, but he wanted to laugh but held it back,

because he felt like a villain in the movie,

but he still couldn't restrain the tunnel:

"is there any immortal coming? I want to make an animal world."